Page 60 of Body Language
I laughed, shaking my head. “You crazy.”
“And yuh love it,” he shot back without missing a beat.
“Mi done wid dis,” he said smoothly, snapping his fingers once. Two men in tailored suits slid up like shadows.
“Handle the bill. Make sure mi suite ready.”
“Yes, sir,” one said, already pulling a card from his pocket.
I raised a brow. “You really out here snapping like you in The Lion King?”
He grinned. “Mi king everywhere mi go. Tonight mi just want my queen beside mi.”
I shook my head, but the warmth in my chest said different. “Careful. You start talking like that, I might get used to it.”
He leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. “Dat’s di plan.”
The suite was too damn pretty for the filth we were about to do in it. Silk sheets. Dim lighting. Floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city like it was waiting for a show.
“You know this isn’t a good idea,” I whispered, leaning back against the door as he crowded me with his body.
He smirked, brushing his lips across mine without kissing me yet. “Mi don’t do good ideas, princess. Mi do unforgettable ones.”
I tried to roll my eyes, but my body betrayed me, already melting against him. “You always got a line, huh?”
His hand slid down, gripping the curve of my ass like it belonged to him. “No lines tonight. Just truth. And truth is… yuh been on mi mind too long.”
The kiss was greedy. Hot. The kind that made me forget who the hell I was for a second. His tongue slid against mine, slow and sure, and I swore my knees buckled.
“Sincere…” I breathed when he pulled back.
“Say mi name softer, baby,” he teased, trailing his mouth down my neck. “Make it sound like a prayer.”
“You don’t need prayers,” I said, gasping when his hands tugged my top over my head. “You need therapy.”
He laughed against my chest, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. “Then mi your therapist tonight. Now tell mi what you need.”
I bit my lip, tilting my head back as his hands slid under the band of my skirt. “You already know.”
“Say it.”
“I need you to eat this pussy.”
That’s all he needed. One second I was teasing, the next, I was on my back on those silk sheets with his head between my thighs.
The first lick had my toes curling.
“Fuck, Sincere.”
He groaned against me, the vibration making me arch up. “That’s it. Give mi all of it. Don’t hold back.”
His tongue was slow, then fast, then deep—like he was trying to write his name inside me.
I grabbed the sheets, head tossing back. “Shit… don’t stop.”
“Mi nah stop till yuh run,” he said, voice muffled but cocky as hell.
“Sincere… oh my God.”
