Page 50 of Father of the Bride

“Are you still getting over him?”

Sunny hesitated a bit too long.

“It’s cool,” he said, forcing a smile. “Y’all were together a long time. Feelings don’t just evaporate.”

“I’m over him, Kez.”

He studied her face. “You still sleeping with him?”

Something about that question pricked Sunny. She could tell him the truth—that she’d had a moment of weakness the other night. And many nights prior—but what good would it do? It meant nothing.

Besides…she didn’t owe Kez anything. Not yet.

“No,” she said softly, steadying her voice. “I’m not sleeping with him.”

He blew out a breath, his lips curving into a slight smile. “You make me feel things I thought I outgrew.”

“Such as?”

His hands gripped her waist. “Jealousy. Possessiveness. All that ugly shit that used to get me in trouble.”

That.

That’swhat pricked Sunny.

“You mean like the time you punched that guy out in the quad for asking for my phone number?”

He chuckled, low and rough. “He put his hands on you. It was instinct.”

“He grabbed my wrist, Kez. Let’s have some perspective here. You almost broke the boy’s nose.”

“I should have. Jaw, too.”

Sunny laughed, the sound soft and melodic. “That might have been cute back then, but it’s not at our age. At all.”

“I agree,” he said quickly. “But like I said…you make me feel things.”

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re still a caveman.”

“And my dick is still hard,” he retorted. “Whatchu gon’ do with it, Cici?”

She smiled, moving a hand under the covers to see for herself. “So we’re done talking?”

“We can still talk. You know me.”

She certainly did.

Sunny swung her leg over him as she thought back to the few times they’d made love. Kez whispering filth in her ear. Reassuring her. Comforting her.

The man didn’t mince words.

His eyes followed the sway of her breasts as she got into position, her thighs straddling his hips, her skin warm and silky against his. For a moment, she hovered, staring at his face while her fingertips trailed lightly down his chest. His muscles tensed under her soft touch, while his hands instinctively settled on her hips.

She lowered herself onto him in one slow, agonizingly pleasurable slide. They both gasped at the connection. His hands gripped her tighter. Hers flattened against his chest. She felt the powerful thud of his heart against her palms, a beat that seemed to match the thumping in her clit.

Slow and sensual was the pace she set, rolling her hips in a way that forced whispered curses from Mark’s lips. She’d learned a lot in the years since they’d seen each other. She wasn’t just bolder, she was sexier. More confident. More knowledgeable in the art of pleasure. More womanly. Just…more.

He blinked slowly, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped as his hands slid up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until she shuddered. “I need this. Every day.”

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