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“Shut up, Britt. It does not.”

“Yeah okay, girl.” Brittany waved her sister away dismissively. “Anywho, I gotta go. Gotta get to my nail appointment before work tonight. Give me a call later and let me know how everything goes.”

“Okay. Thanks, sissy.”

“Anytime.”

Zia made a beeline straight for the shower the minute her sister left. She was in and out in no time. After lathering her body in vanilla bean and chocolate swirl body butter, she slipped on her undies, brushed her teeth again, and applied a light beat to her face. Zia slipped her big, sexy body into an army green, quarter-sleeve mini t-shirt dress that hugged her waist but flared slightly at the hips. She’d just grabbed her strap-up green and gold wedge sandals and a gold crossbody from the closet when the doorbell rang.

Excitement, nervousness, and anticipation hit her all at once. Placing a hand on her chest, Zia closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. She then quickly glanced into the freestanding mirror by her closet and took one last look at herself before she slipped on her shoes and purse and finally went to let Saadiq in.

As soon as she opened the door, Saadiq grabbed her by her waist and crushed his lips to hers. He kissed her so passionately that she would’ve stumbled over her own feet had he not secured her in his embrace.

“Damn, you look and taste good as fuck, girl! Wassup?!”

“I’m not sure,” She giggled as her cheek turned red. “You literally just kissed me senseless.”

“Well, yo’ fine self better be ready to go,” Saadiq flashed her a sexy ass smile. “‘Cuz if not, you might as well take ya ass to ya bedroom and spread them big thick ass thighs open that I love so much.”

“I’m ready,” Zia grinned as she slipped from his grasp to grab her phone from the couch. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

Zia chuckled when he cursed under his breath as she stepped out on the porch and waited for him to follow so she could lock the door.

“Hold up,” Saadiq stopped her as they headed down the walkway.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as concern lacing her tone.

“Raise ya dress up, Zia.”

“Excuse me,” Raising a brow, she frowned as she eyed him suspiciously. “Why?!”

Pulling her toward him, Saadiq reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it up until her ass was looking back at him. “Why do you have on panties, Zia?”

“Saadiq, you know I don’t like to leave my house without panties and?—”

“Zia?”

Rolling her eyes, she smacked her lips. “Yes, Saadiq?”

Slipping his hands into hers, he led her to his ride. Opening the door for her, he pinned her between his body and his ride and whispered into her ear. “Take the panties off now, sexy, and give ‘em here. Or I'mma take ‘em off for you.”

Sucking her teeth, she leaned forward and whispered, “I’m not taking them off. So, I guess you’re gonna just have to?—”

Saadiq slipped a hand underneath her dress and ripped her panties from her ass so fast, she stood there in shock, trying to figure out how she hadn’t even moved an inch in the process.

“Get in,” He ordered before pecking her on the lips as amusement flashed in his eyes. “Tonight, I’mma remind you why you fell in love with me.”

“Who said I need to be reminded?” Zia asked curiously as Saadiq pulled off.

“I did.” He glanced over at her and winked before he turned up the volume to the song “Show Me Love” by Alicia Keys and Miguel. Slipping his hand into hers, he sped down the highway to their destination.

“Considering how you ruined my last date, I must be out of my gotdamn mind to have even agreed to go out on this date with you,” Zia smacked her lips as she slid into the oversized circular booth inside of Kingston’s Steakhouse across from Saadiq thirty-five minutes later. “You’re psychotic, petty, and–”

“ Careful, sexy,” Saadiq pinned her with a heated, lust-filled gaze. “My dick is bricking up behind all ‘em compliments you giving us.”

“Uh, they weren’t meant to be compliments, so y'all can calm down ‘cause it ain’t even that typa party.”

“See, that’s exactly why you needed to be reminded of why you fell in love wit’ me, ‘cuz you forgot that it’s always that typa party wit’ me.”