Page 90 of Treason's Temptation
“Stop!” she giggled, but she was leaning in, not away.
“Nah, you wanted it. Fight back, Blue,” I reminded her, before hooking an arm around her and pulling her closer.
Mr. Black tee was back, staring at her like I didn’t exist. Blue was a lot to stare at, but he had me fucked up.
“Aye,” I called out with a bass in my voice that Navie recognized.
Grabbing my face, she did the only thing she could to tame me. Navie’s tongue roamed my mouth, while her fingers curled my shirt. My hand cupped her jaw, clinging to the sweetness of her lips, making me forget about all the eyes that lingered too damn long.
“No fuckin’ up the church’s money, right?”
She was doing it again. Scooting closer and adjusting the front of her halter top like she was exposed.
“Oh, I can touch you now, because they got you shook,” I teased.
“I can move,” Navie rebutted.
There was no doubt she would if I kept running my mouth, so I flashed my palms in surrender. After tonight, she was liable not to let me touch her again for seventy-two hours, so I relished in her skin glued to mine.
“C’mere.” She bit her lip, shaking her head no. Then, I grabbed her neck, pulling her lips within inches of my face, “Stop playing with me.”
Her lips and my hand slid down her thighs. It was nothing fake about how Navie angled her neck to suck on my tongue. Real. Slow. Deep, tugging my bottom lip between hers. I forgot where we were as my hand slipped under the halter top, rolling her beady nipple between my fingers.
A hand brushed against mine, and I almost catapulted Navie across the room, surging to my feet.
“Aye! You lost your fuckin’ mind?”
Navie’s hand flew to my chest to check my attitude. I was too focused on the couple standing here, as if we had asked for extras in the show.
“Just admiring the view. We thought you might be open to some company,” she explained, squirming.
“Get your girl before you inherit her ass whooping.”
“So much for that progressive platform you preach about,” her man added as if that shit would change my mind.
“That doesn’t have shit to do with my lady or whateveryouwanna do to her.”
Navie slid her fingers up to my neck and pulled me down just enough so our foreheads touched.
“No thanks. It’s a private party.” Her voice was velvet and laced with warning.
She half shrugged, disappointed, “I’m Carmen. If you change your mind, come find us.” Then she disappeared in the crowd, with her man staggering behind.
“Do I really need to remind you to chill the fuck out?” Navie whispered through gritted teeth.”
“He wanted to bend me over, and you too. He’s lucky that’s all his bitch ass got.”
“Let’s find Carter and get this money. It’s time to go before you lose it in here.”
“Best idea you’ve had all night.”
I was over it. Whatever charm this club was supposed to have, it wore off the second we passed a man in a dog collar and a woman on a leash in pearls. Navie walked in front of me like she was on a mission, searching for Carter.
“This is your campaign. I thought you’d be a little more motivated,” she threw back over her shoulder.
“Playing somebody’s bitch for a check isn’t how I do business.”
Somehow I played Navie’s tonight. She was determined, her big brown eyes pleading, making me weak. Slipping past a foursome in a cage, I remained close, one hand on the small of her back for my own sanity.
