Page 106 of Crossing Lines

Holding my neck, she starts pouncing on my dick while staring into my eyes, our deep moans echoing in the office to the base of the hip-hop track in the club.

“Kross,” Davia breathes out.

“I know, baby.” I wrap my arms around her and bring her closer, exchanging quick breaths as ecstasy rises. “Your pussy is telling me everything.”

Still holding eye contact, Davia rides the waves until her body begins to tremble, and her well explodes, squirting juices all over me.

I tighten my grip on her just as she buries her face in the crook of my neck, both of us basking in the intimate moment a bit longer.

“See?” she gasps. “It does go down in your office.”

Laughter erupts between us, untamed and uncontrollable—the perfect reflection of our intense connection.

FORTY-THREE

After a relaxing weekend with Kross, my heart is overflowing with joy. As Monday morning light fills his bedroom and bathes our brown skin, I kiss his lips and climb out of bed with a burst of inspiration.

I retrieve the design pad from my bag, sit on the comfy chaise by the window, and start working on new looks. I allow my heart to lead every detail, resulting in two fresh, edgy dresses that are nothing like my stolen work.

Kross comes down the passage in sweatpants and a t-shirt. “Morning, baby.”

“I made coffee,” I call out, gleaming at him.

He pauses and squints at me. “You’re chirpy.”

“I’m feeling inspired.”

“That’s good. Hungry?”

“I’ll make toast in a bit,” I tell him.

“Nah, keep doing your thing. I’ll make breakfast.” He continues to the kitchen, taking out veggies and almond milk.

“Ready for me to exit your space and head home?”

He slants to me with his mouth twisted. “Chill. You can stay as long as you want. You trying to get spanked or something?”

I bite my lip. “Maybe.”

“Hm,” he chuckles, refocusing on what he’s doing.

Still smiling, I fall back into designing until Kross brings me a plate of scrambled tofu and toast, kisses my cheek, and leaves me to work. I hear him in the shower. Soon after, he returns to the living area and stretches out on the sofa with his laptop, looking serious while he works.

I like that he’s understanding and doesn’t disrupt my focus. And that we can be in the same space working without constantly talking.

Jamir never could. He’d always leave once I started designing and was never interested in seeing my work.

Now that we aren’t together, I’m realizing how lonely I felt with him, especially now that I’m with someone who supports me and cares about my dreams.

As vibrations fill the quiet, Kross sits up to answer his phone. “Hey, man.” A scowl forms as he listens. “I’m on my way. Thanks for letting me know.”

“What’s wrong?” I ask the second he hangs up.

He blows a sharp breath and puts on his sneakers. “My mom is in the hospital. Someone found her beaten unconscious.”

“Oh my god.” I shoot to my feet. “I’ll change and go with you.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve been here before. Keep working on your designs. I’ll call you.” We meet halfway for a kiss. “If you need to go out, the door code is 228.”

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