Page 92 of Crossing Lines

“Look here, girl—”

“I’m leaving,” Davia says, hurrying to grab her jacket.

I reach for her hand. “Baby, don’t go.”

“Baby?” Iree sputters.

Davia pulls away and quickens out of my condo.

I flick to Iree. She folds her arms. “You’re creeping with another man’s girl.”

“That’s over, dang. Why are you here?”

She drops her hands and twists her mouth. “Wanted to talk about something. But never mind.”

She storms off. I’m not about to follow her dramatic ass. I’m sure she’ll tell me in time.

As the rain starts, I grab my jacket and keys and head out.

THIRTY-FIVE

I never expected Iree to show up at Kross’s place and see us together. I’d planned to discuss it with her before that happened. The repulsed look in her eyes turned me prickly with guilt. I’ve hurt her heart by falling for the man she loves.

At the sound of someone knocking, I push from the armchair and check my ring camera. My pulse spikes when I see Kross on the screen, his jacket dotted with raindrops. After a deep breath, I open the door.

“There’s no more hiding us,” he says seriously. “Invite me in, or send me away.” The intense look on his face lets me know he isn’t moving until I give him an answer.

I know what he’s asking when he says to invite him into my apartment. It’s also what my body is ready for. The yearning is far too great, so I back up and say, “Come inside.”

With a relieved breath, Kross enters, locks my door, removes his jacket and sneakers, and fills the gap between us. “I want you, Davi.”

“I want you too, Kross.”

He captures my mouth with a satiating kiss, running his hands all over me like he’s been starving.

I lead him into my bedroom and ease away to turn on the lamp. Kross watches me remove my pants and blouse, biting his lip while admiring my figure. “A fucking goddess.”

My hunger for him escalates as he hauls the hoodie over his head to reveal his fit torso. He removes his jeans with his boxers, and I shudder at his lengthy dick. I’d felt it a few times, but toseethe dangerous weapon makes me almost squirt all over the carpet.

Kicking aside his clothes, he strokes his thick shaft while looking at me. “Yeah?”

“Ye-yes,” I stammer, quivering as he charges for me, kissing me sensually while flattening me on my bed. Reaching under my back, he unfastens my bra to free my breasts, then breaks our kissing to suck on my sensitive nipples.

I glitch at the immense pleasure coursing through my needy body, turning my pussy slippery from his sizable dick rubbing against me.

Kross fondles me through the fabric before kissing a trail down my stomach. He yanks off my panties, spreads me wide, and buries his face in my wetness.

“Ohh!”

“This cookie is so good,” he rumbles and laps. “Moist. Sweet. Perfect.”

“Yeah…” The pressure soars, and I dig my fingers into his muscular back while falling apart. “Fuck!”

He laps up my juices some more and crawls back over me for a ravenous kiss, letting me taste myself.

“Say the word again, baby,” he growls. “Let me know you’re sure.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m ready to feel you inside me.”

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