Page 91 of Treason's Temptation
Navie pushed past gauzy curtains toward a hallway lined with doors. Some were closed, and others weren’t allowing moaning, leather, and chains to spill into the hallway. Navie abruptly stopped outside a cracked door, causing me to crash into her body.
Tyra was on a raised platform, commanding attention even without sound. Her hands trailed over a woman kneeling in leather straps, accentuating her curves. Carter stood back a few feet, glass in hand, watching the scene like an audience member at a theater. His eyes never left Tyra, and he didn’t seem threatened. More like he was enjoying the show she was putting on for him.
She froze beside me, heels soft against the floor. I could feel her pulse quicken. Not from the kink, but from the audacity of the display.
“Go get Carter,” she asserted.
“I’m not taking my ass in there,” I refuted.
“She said she wanted to talk numbers, and I know you don’t want me going in there.”
“The only numbers she wants to discuss are how many times she can make youcum.”
Blue sucked her teeth, refusing to accept defeat. “Just tell them we’re leaving. Professional courtesy.”
“You’re trying to be professional, and grown ass men are arguing about lube next door.”
“Do it, Tre, or I’m going in,” she threatened, shoving me forward.
Blue was right. She wasn’t taking her ass in there, so I had no choice. Tyra’s gaze found the crack in the door, and she smiled knowingly, as if she’d been expecting spectators.
“Enjoying yourselves?” she called, voice low, playful.
Carter looked up, unfazed.
“We’re heading out. We have an early morning. We can circle back at youroffice.”
I had already been here longer than I wanted. Grabbing Navie’s hand, I guided us to the exit, not sticking around for their response. By the time we got back to the house, we were both buzzing and hungry after a long ass night.
Navie kicked off her heels and immediately went to change. Her fat ass couldn’t eat and enjoy her food unless she was comfortable. It took me a lot less time to change, so I was halfway done when she finally resurfaced in a nightgown.
“What a weird ass night,” she sighed, sitting on the counter, unpacking her food.
“I peeped how she kept giving you compliments and shit.What scent are you wearing?Those jeans were made for your body. Thirsty ass.”
“In front of her husband at that.” Navie laughed through a bite of chicken, “I couldn’t believe it.”
I shook my head, chuckling despite myself. “Carter enjoyed that shit.”
“You didn’t. I thought you were going to tank the whole campaign and show your ass.”
“Arrangementor not, you belong to me, and I don’t play about what’s mine. I’d never let somebody play with you like that,” I said, both mesmerized and jealous as fuck at the hot honey wing in her mouth.
The other night gave me a glimpse of something real. Now I was addicted to the possibility of more. I let the quiet stretch, enjoying how good peace looked on her.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, voice light but cautious.
“You let me touch you tonight.A lot.” She watched me wipe my hands before stepping between her legs. “I can get used to that.”
“Don’t make this all weird.”
Her proximity had me in desperate need of another touch, like a dog in heat. There was no throttling the dizzy current racing through my hands on her hips. Navie could feel it too, and I think my eagerness excited her. She was just too scared to admit it.
“I give you a leash out there because you’re cute and I like that slick shit you talk.Thisis my classroom, and I’m in charge. I run this,” I growled against her ear.
“That doesn’t scare me.”
“Scare you?” I let out a low laugh, easing my hand underneath her nightgown. “Why would I wanna scare you, Blue?”
