Page 179 of Curvy Girl Summer

A smile pulled at my lips. “Like a sexy M&M?”

Nodding, clearly amused with himself: “Like the sexiest M&M.”

“You play too much.”

“I’m serious though.” He pulled me into his arms and turned me around toward the mirror. “Look at you.”

His hands slowly moved over my thick waist and rounded hips. Situating me so that his dick was pressed against my ass, he stared at our reflection. My nipples poked through the material, giving the dress a more explicitly sexy look. I wasn’t trying to go downstairs with my nipples on display, but they seemed to always be on high alert around Ahmad.

“You look good in this dress,” he started, dragging the word out seductively as he stared at us together. “But I can’t wait to get you out of it again. I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his neck and puckered my lips to get a kiss. “As soon as the fireworks are over, I’m ready to come up here and create our own.”

“That’s some corny shit, but I’m with it.”

I giggled. “Come on. I’ve been gone for an hour.”

“Then let’s go out and celebrate your birthday with your people.”

We headed toward the door, and then I stopped. “You want to leave your jacket up here?” I wondered, gesturing to how he had it draped over his arm.

“Does this mean you’re inviting me to stay the night?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t even have your number yet, and I get to spend the night? You must like me or some shit.”

Grinning, I looked up at him. “Where’s your phone? I like you enough to give you my numberandlet you spend the night.”

“I like that deal.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. “I like it almost as much as I like you.”

Hand in hand, we walked downstairs. There were a handful of people milling around. We’d barely made it out the front door when Jazz spotted me. She hurried over to us.

“What do we have here?” Jazz grinned, looking between us. “Hello. I’m Jazmyn,” she introduced herself.

He reached out and shook her outstretched hand. “I’m Ahmad. It’s nice to meet you, Jazmyn.”

“It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. You’ve been holding my girl down this summer, and I appreciate that.”

Nina walked up just in time to hear her response. “From the look of Aaliyah’s hair, Ahmad has definitely been holding Aaliyah down.”

My jaw dropped. Jazz didn’t even try to hold in her laughter. I was too stunned to look up at Ahmad for his reaction.

Nina shifted her attention to me. “You traded your blowout to get blown out.” She nodded appreciatively. “I respect it.”

“Nina!” I cackled. “Will you stop?”

“Am I wrong?” Nina put her hands on her hips. “The bartender swooped in to drop off dick as a birthday gift.”

Bringing my hand to his lips, Ahmad kissed it. “I have more to offer Aaliyah than just dick. I promise you that.”

“Well, you better, because she deserves the world,” Jazz responded.

He looked over at me. “And I plan to give it to her.”

Nina gave him a look and quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sure you do plan to give it to her.”

We all burst out laughing.

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