Page 50 of Treason's Temptation
“You’re welcome. Who pissed you off,Stink?” Navie probed, stepping in front of me.
“Nobody. Just a long day,” I sighed, watching her unbutton my shirt next.
“Trust is built on honesty, Treason.”
“Shit, I’m back to Treason already.” Her hand found my chest, pushing me down on the couch. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you one less thing to worry about. Look happy.”
She straddled my lap, her warm center pressed against me, as Navie snapped pictures.
My hands fell to her hips, enjoying her being so close, “Shit, you feel how happy I am.”
Ignoring my comment, Navie laid across the couch, using my lap as a pillow.
“You missed me so much, you went through my shit?” I asked, staring at the Naylor Southern Law emblem covering her chest.
“Borrowed. That’s what girlfriends do, right?”
I was the canvas, but she was living, breathing art, lacing her fingers inside mine and snapping more pictures. My hard dick didn’t move her. If anything, she took pleasure in watching me suffer at her expense. Lastly, she rested in my arms like a baby, making a funny face while I nuzzled her cheek.
She didn’t immediately get up, lying in my arms, examining the results.
“I told you to look happy. Not like I’m holding a gun to your head,” she fussed, flashing the screen at me. “I call the shots when we’re taking pictures. Got it?”
“Give me an order right now. Preferably one that ends with my face right here,” I smirked, gripping her thigh.
“Is sex all you think about?”
“Usually no, but you make it hard not to. Especially when I’m not getting any.”
“If I have to suffer, so do you. Although those non-negotiables didn’t mention other men,” Navie smiled.
“If you think another nigga is touching what’s mine when I’m putting up with your shit. Think again.”
“You likedmy shitenough to throw me in jail just to make yourself my hero,” she shrugged, before asking.
“How was your day with Miss Dot?” I asked.
“I should’ve let your ass starve for dinner after you set me up.”
“Nobody set you up. I saved you if anything.”
“You really need to let go of this God complex you have.”
I chuckled, sharing what I learned from my last relationship, “The quickest way to get caught is following the money. If I’m paying you for doing a job, you have to actually do something. You want a cut of every check, don’t you?”
She rolled her neck to the window overlooking the city instead of answering my question.
“I’m making you look like a tax-paying, law-abiding woman who helps single mothers get off the street. If the police come sniffing again, they look like the villains. Not you.”
She stared at me with her jaw tense, hating that my decision made her feel protected. It was obvious she didn’t know what the fuck to do with it.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. How did it go anyway?”
“My head hurts. I can’t tell if she hates you or wants you to win.”
