Page 42 of Love's Free Will

I could feel her looking at me too. Her eyes would drift, just for a second, taking me in, then she’d snap them away like she wasn’t just thinking about the last few nights we’d spent together.

Since being home, we had virtually been inseparable; either she was in my bed or I was in hers. A part of me wondered if we were doing too much too soon. After all, this wasn’t going to lastforever; my album was almost done and soon she’d be back in LA living her life.

I adjusted in my chair, looking at her across the mixing board as she listened to a track we had been working on.

“Man, the bridge on this part?” She tapped a finger on her notepad. “It needs something smoother, more fluid. Right now, it’s a little choppy.” I nodded, even though I wasn’t listening to a damn thing she just said.

All I could think about was how badly I wanted to get her alone. And it became apparent that she felt the same. Because as soon as Malachi, Zay, and King got caught up in a conversation about some bullshit, she slid me a look and tilted her head toward the door. I didn’t ask no questions. I just followed her out of studio C and down the hall to studio E which was empty.

The second the door closed behind us, her lips were on mine. I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her onto the mixing console, pressing myself between her legs.

“This what we doin’ now?” I muttered against her mouth.

Her nails scraped the back of my neck. “I needed to feel you.”

She wasn’t the only one.

I didn’t care that we were in the studio. Didn’t care that we only had a few minutes before somebody came looking for us and I damn sure didn’t care that anyone could hear us if we weren’t careful. None of that shit mattered. Not when she was mine now. And I needed to remind her exactly what that meant.

Twenty minutes later, we slipped back into the main studio like nothing happened, but the taste of her creamy center was still on my tongue and lips. I swear to fuckin’ God this girl was dangerous; pussy good, deep throat with no gag reflect, what more could a nigga ask for.

I made a mental note to have my assistant Cory stop at Soloman’s and get her an item or two. Last time I was there a few weeks back, I saw a couple tennis bracelets, I liked, one I feltwould look perfect around her ankle dangling while I had her legs in the air.

As soon as we entered the studio, Zay, Malachi, and King were all staring.

I frowned confused. “The fuck y’all looking at?”

King smirked, unlocking his phone and turning the screen toward me. My stomach dropped as soon as I saw the post from Tea And Honey. Right there, big as hell, was a picture from Serenity & Creed’s wedding of Averi and me, kissing followed by a post that said:

TEA AND HONEY EXCLUSIVE

“From Studio Sessions to Sneaky Kisses — Royal Teegan & Averi St. Claire CONFIRMED!”

Whew! Y’all… we knewsomethingwas brewing, but THIS?! Let’s get into it.

Rapper and R&B heartthrob Royal wascaught red-handed (or should we say lip-locked)with actress/songwriter/producer Averi St. Claire over the weekend — and the internet is losing it.

Sources tell Tea And Honey that the two were seen getting cozy at Creed Langston & Serenity Bradshaw’s lavish vow renewal ceremony in Los Angeles. We’re talking matching energy, shared glances, and yep… afull-blown kisscaptured on camera.

For months, fans speculated the two were “working on music,” but it looks like they’ve been working on somethinga little more personaltoo. While neither party has officially confirmed the relationship, these pics from the wedding say it ALL.

Swipe right for more exclusive shots from the star-studded affair, including the moment Royal & Averi damn near stole the spotlight from the bride and groom.

Now the real question is — is this a PR stunt or the real deal?

Fans are divided. Some say Averi could do better, others are calling this a power couple in the making.

Let us know what y’all think in the comments. Is this a vibe or a hard no?

#TeaAndHoney #RoyaltyAndAveri #ConfirmedTea #BlackLoveOrPR #SerenityAndCreedVowRenewal #MessyMondays

“Welp,” Zay said, wiggling his eyebrows and laughing his ass off. “Guess the secret’s out.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I muttered.

As I was processing all this, Averi’s phone started blowing up.

She sighed, glancing at the screen before muttering, “It’s my publicist. I gotta take this.” I nodded, watching as she stepped out. The second the door shut behind her, my crew pounced.

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