Page 66 of Body Language
I flipped her back over, hooking her legs over my shoulders, going so deep her eyes rolled back.
“That’s it,” I groaned, sweat dripping. “Clench around me like that again and Ima lose my shit.”
Her body tightened, and she gasped, “Then lose it. Give it to me, Kendrix.”
I growled low, fucking her harder, faster, while kissing her like I couldn’t get enough. She came first, legs shaking, pussy gripping me so tight, I had to bite her shoulder to keep from cussing too loud.
“That’s my Pretty,” I whispered against her skin. “Everything about you. So perfect.”
I pulled out just enough to watch her take every inch again, her body trembling as I gave her everything I had. And when I finally came, it was with her screaming my name, holding me like she didn’t ever wanna let go.
We collapsed together, sweaty, breathless, hearts racing in sync. I kissed her forehead, still inside her, refusing to move.
“Told you,” I whispered with a smirk. “Don’t play with me.”
She rolled off me, bonnet hanging on for dear life. I kissed her shoulder and was about to crack another joke when she smirked and said, “Boy, please.”
“Oh shit!! The kids.”
She put her hand flat on my chest before I could even sit up, looking at me like I was slow.
“You really think I woulda let this happen with them here? Hell no.”
I relaxed.
“My brother’s at a tournament. One of the team moms is bringing him home. My sister is at a playdate with her classmate. Rita wanted to take her so I could get some rest.”
I smirked, brushing her thigh. “You call this rest?”
She laughed, biting her lip. “I’ve done everything but rest.”
We both cracked up but when it finally died down, she turned to me.
“Why me, Kendrix?”
I frowned. “What you mean?”
“Why make me the face of GivGold? Why let me meet your family so early? You barely know me.”
I laid back, staring at her for a second, deciding how real I wanted to get. Then I reached over, cupping her cheek so she had to look at me.
“When I know, I know,” I said simply. “It doesn’t always make sense, but it doesn’t have to. Not with you. The first time I saw you dance, I wasn’t just looking at a body. I was watching how you moved a room without saying a damn word. That’s rare. That’s power.”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t say anything.
“Pretty, I’ve been around this game my whole life. Money. Businesses. Women who wanted the status more than me. But you… you walk in with nothing but confidence and presence, and the whole place shifts. You don’t need a man to carry anything for you, but I want to. I want you on my team. Business-wise, romantically… both. We’d be unstoppable.”
She raised an eyebrow, half skeptical, half amused. “Unstoppable, huh?”
“Hell yeah,” I said, leaning closer, voice low. “You got the brains, the beauty, and the hustle. I got the resources, the reach, and the drive. Together? Ain’t nobody touching us.”
She smirked, rolling onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “You sound real sure of yourself.”
“That’s ‘cause I am,” I said, tracing circles on her thigh. “But it ain’t just business for me. I like you, Pretty. Like, really like you. More than I’ve wanted to like anyone.”
She stayed quiet, but I saw the way her chest rose, like I’d just knocked the wind out of her. Then she finally turned her head and looked at me, eyes glinting.
“You talk good, Kendrix. I might like you too.”
