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Evie: Omg these nuts answer the question
Me: Sigh
Me: Trey used to call you Creamsicle
Evie: Okay now delete that message so no one ever sees that cringe ass nickname and don’t make me hunt your ass down again. Good night
Me: Ma’am yes ma’am. Good night
I turn my attention back to Rome, whose eyes are now closed again but his hand is still rubbing circles on my thigh.
“Thank you for taking care of me last night. And this morning.”
One of his eyes pop open at my statement and I point to my bonnet and my phone on the charger.
He seems to wrestle with his response before an easy smile settles on his face. “I got you, J.”
My throat constricts at that. It’s time to go. My phone says it’s nine a.m. and I know it won’t be long before the girls come looking for me. Even knowing that, I make no moves to leave Rome’s warm embrace.
“I know we’re hitting the spa today. What are y’all doing?” Since I’m clearly not strong enough to tell him to leave on my own, I’m hoping he’ll read into my question and excuse himself.
He shrugs. “We’re just chillin’ today as far as I know. Probably hit the gym in a little bit.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Let me run something by you,” he says, licking his lips.
“What’s up?”
“Was this just a one-time thing for you?”
A pit forms in my stomach at the thought of never feeling him inside me again. At feeling that connection with him being a one-time thing. But continuing something with him would be a mistake. Too much potential drama.
Right?
“Umm, I thought so. Why?”
His jaw tightens even as he nods his head. “What if I didn’t want it to end?”
“Rome…”
“Hear me out. Please.” Rome always speaks with a calm confidence, but the slight hesitation in his voice here gives me pause. I lock eyes with him and see a vulnerability I’ve never felt with a partner before. Words escape me so I wrap my arm around his neck and nod for him to continue. “All I’m asking for is this trip. Let me spend the next two weeks taking the stress away from you.”
“Stress?”
He sucks his teeth. “Yes, stress. I see you, Janelle. I see the toll Amerie’s constant requests take on you. I saw it during the engagement party planning, and I see it now. You give her everything she asks for but who’s taking care of your wants and needs?”
I sigh. “I can’t.” His eyes droop with disappointment and I rush to say more. “I can’t give you the next two weeks. Once all the guests get here it’ll be way too difficult to sneak around. We would get caught and I can’t have that.”
His face lights up with joy and a little hint of mischief. “Fine. Then give me one week. One week so we can go into wedding week with a little less weight on our shoulders.”
I pull at my bottom lip with my teeth, considering his words. This extra week in Tulum is supposed to be all about relaxing before the big day but what if the relaxation I really need lies in the depths of Rome Martin?
“So, you’re suggesting you be my very own stress ball?”
He chuckles and pulls my leg on top of his. The heat of my pussy is right against his dick. I let out a moan when I feel him harden against me, the tip slipping between my folds. He groans and clears his throat. “If that’s what you want to call it. Be selfish with me. Give me all your yeses this week and I promise I’ll take care of them. And you.”
Be selfish with me.
