Page 103 of Treason's Temptation
“Sade’sNo Ordinary Loveor Maxwell’sAscension?” Treason wagered, causing my lips to wing down.
“I’m never picking Sade. Maxwell, of course.”
“What did Sade do to you?”
I shrugged, knowing he couldn’t see it but felt it, “She’s not my cup of tea.”
“Youngins don’t appreciate good music.”
“Youngin? Please, Tre.” Despite being two years my senior, his soul was much older. “Okay, I got one. One artist for the rest of your life- Stevie Wonder or Marvin Gaye?”
“Gotta go Stevie Wonder,” I thought Marvin’s romantic edge would’ve catapulted him over Stevie, but there was still a lot to learn about Treason Westbrook. “He’s got range. He can give you something to dance to, something to pray to, and something that’ll have you staring out the window thinking about every decision you ever made.”
“90s R&B or early 2000s hip hop?”
“Neither. ‘70s soul.”
“Okay,old man, would you rather have unlimited money or unlimited time?” I asked, shifting the focus.
“Time.”
“I’m shocked. I thought you’d choose money.”
“Damn, I know your answer.”
“That’s right. People love to act like money doesn’t matter, but it does. Give me some money and I’ll show you how happy I can get.”
He let out a small laugh. “Money comes back. Opportunities, too. But time? Once it’s gone, that’s it.” He tipped his head back against my shoulder, his jaw brushing my cheek. “So I’d rather spend it where it matters most.”
“And where’s that?”
His deep husky voice felt like a hand between my legs. “Can’t tell you. That would beweird.”
“Would it be weird if,” I bit my lip to keep my composure, “I want you to make love to me tonight, or at least pretend.”
“Weird as fuck, but I’m into weird.”
We reached the bed, and he pinned me beneath him, teasing kisses from my shoulder to my jaw. I inhaled sharply, my heart racing, as he travelled south. I asked, and Treason delivered. Sheets tangled around our legs while he stroked me so deep I swore I saw God.
“My Blue,” those two words made my legs shake while he praised me, “is growing up.”
He withdrew, leaving just the tip inside, and paused, “Every time I think I’ve seen all your strength, you do some shit that floors me. Why do you keep making me proud of you, huh?” Then he plunged inside again. And again, enjoying the moans and whimpers that wouldn’t even let me ask a question.
“H-how?” That was all I could muster.
“You put that fear aside and asked for what you wanted, what you needed. That’s a big step for my baby. You think I’m not gonna’ reward that?”
Tonight’s reward took on a new definition, but I enjoyed it all the same. In my heart, I knew Treason wasn’t anything like Lorenzo—possessive, manipulative, broken men who confused control with love. I was well-versed and knew exactly how to navigate those choppy waters. But the calm of an understanding, observant man who was attentive and patient, even when I didn’t always deserve it, was a difficult challenge. Tre was a protector, and there was no doubt he’d wage war on Lorenzo.
Staring at the ceiling, Treason’s arm draped over me, his face buried into my side, warm and steady, my thoughts spinning fast. I should’ve been asleep, but my brain replayed how proud Tre was when I was keeping a secret from him. I tried, but theweight of everything pressing down on me made my chest tight. Then, Treason shifted quickly, startling me.
“Jesus!” I whispered, caught off guard. “You scared me.”
“I thought you were tougher than that.”
“Go back to sleep,” demanded
“Can’t. Your brain is too loud. Wassup, Blue?” his groggy voice asked.
