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“Nah. Is that like some shit he do if you got his approval?”
“I mean, I guess.” She shrugged. “He basically hounded all my brothers to bring their significant others by, so I’m surprised he didn’t ask you.”
“Mm.” I bobbed my head in understanding, not knowing how to address that shit.
When the evening was over, I got the impression that Prime was indifferent to a nigga. I didn’t feel like he liked me, but I also didn’t feel like he despised me like I had when I first walked into that fucking warehouse.
I hypothesized that the nigga was just waiting to see which way I would push the needle, meaning shit could go either waydepending on how I handled his baby. By saying that, I had no worries about him fucking with me in the near future.
“I’m gonna talk to his ass.” She looked into my eyes as we lay down under the covers, each on our own pillow. “You’re so perfect.” Her small hand glided up and down my bearded face.
“That’s what you think?” I smirked, playing it off like her words didn’t make me feel like I could rule the fucking planet.
“It’s what I know, and I have a degree.” She winked. “Remember that. You’re a special man, and I always knew I would end up with you.”
“Word?”
“Yes. I used to fantasize about losing my virginity to you.”
I chuckled. “Was it like you imagined?”
“Eh.” Her face scrunched before she giggled. “Your dick was smaller, and it was much less nasty, but I prefer the real to my teenaged dreams.”
“Cool.” I brought her closer to me, wanting to tell her that I was already in love with her but decided against it.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I kissed her, reaching under her pajama dress to see that, much to my delight, she wore no panties.
The lightsin my bedroom were off like usual with the only illumination coming from my en suite as I sat Indian style on my bed. My laptop was open, displaying a few videos that Carolyn had sent me and the rest of the girls to study if we needed. I’d been watching them for hours, keeping a close eye on every turn, leap, and plié. I wanted to be the best at what I did, and that didn’t come from doing the bare minimum.
As I took a few notes on things I felt would help me improve, my door came open, and Low’s cologne immediately peppered the air of my large bedroom, making me smirk.
“You watching porn or some shit?” he asked, whipping his head around at how dark it was, the computer highlighting my face.
“No, nigga. I’m studying.” I rolled my eyes playfully as he came to the other side of the bed to lie across it and watch my laptop.
“I see. How long you been doing this?”
“For the past three hours.” I wrote down some more notes, noticing he was silent. “Why?” I gave him my attention.
“I want some pussy.”
“Low.” I gasped, having not expected that for a damn answer.
“I was trying to think of a better way to ease into the shit, but I figured I’d just keep it real.” As he talked, I saw his hard dick threatening the fabric of his Givenchy joggers.
“Low . . .” I shook my head, eyes back on the computer as his hand moved to my sleeveless crop top I wore, pushing it upward.
His warm mouth suctioned to my nipple closest to him as his big hands gripped my abdomen to angle me toward him while pulling me closer.
“Mmm.” He moved to the other side, taking my other nipple into his mouth as I tried but failed to move away from him.
The pressure felt amazing, causing me to dampen my boy shorts, but I needed to be steadfast in my studying.
“Low. Give me an hour.” I pushed his head back, making my nipple slide from his lips, while shoving my shirt back down. I wanted to laugh at the sexual desire in his eyes.
“Or, you give me some, and I’ll help you,” he cajoled, shoving my shirt back up to resume his nipple play before I could answer. His hand traveled down in between my legs, and when he felt the wet fabric of my shorts, he smacked me on the ass. “Bend over.”
