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“Yessss, Stink. Make me feel good.”

“Shit, Blue. You trynna’ make me cum again talking like that.”

“Not yet. Please, Stink. Take care of me.”

Navie was so ravished by the time I finished, she couldn’t make it down the hallway. Then she whispered,Carry me, almost breathless. Lifting her in my arms, Navie had me under an invisible leash that only we could see. In a matter of minutes, she was stretched across the bed, on her stomach, in peace.

I would give this crazy ass woman the world, including loving her in front of all the people that didn’t. Just so they could see how much her pretty ass glowed when she was treated right.

Chapter 17

Treason lay next to me, looking so sweet and peaceful. I found myself counting the silver curls of hair sprinkled throughout his beard. There were just enough to show he was seasoned but still in his prime.

Only a well-seasoned man could deliver words that made it hard to rest at night.

“Let me take care of you.”

“This can be terrifying… or the most freeing shit you’ve ever felt.”

“Scream for me, Blue. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.”

I should’ve said no, but it was impossible to resist how Tre praised and begged. The way he dragged his teeth over my earlobe caused a change of plans. My walls came down so fast I admitted something I never said out loud.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm before you.”

I scolded him about working on his iPad when he shouldn’t have been. Tre claimed he had an election to win, so he could set me free. Maybe it was the distraction that made me comfortable admitting it.

His eyes didn’t leave that iPad, but his smile warmed the room so much I pulled the comforter down from my shoulders.“If you gotta think about it, you haven’t. You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

That was the problem. I’d had a taste of sex, if you could even call it that. The real kind fueled by passion. Nothing was one-sided, and on the days it was, it was always in my favor. I thought Tre was bullshitting like most men when he said he just wanted to please me. Whether his dick or tongue, he proved it every time he entered me.

I watched him lying next to me with a pillow stuffed under his chin. The muscles in his arms brought on memories of them keeping my knees apart like stirrups. The swipe of his tongue. Sensual pulls on my clit that drove me fuckin’ crazy. So crazy that I was lying here envisioning our future together. Then I was pulled from visions of our future together by his snoring, and the cycle repeated itself until the sun crept through the blinds, waking Treason.

“Damn, that was some good sleep,” he smirked, rolling on his back, “Morning.”

“Good morning.”

He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t know what to say. Instead, we sat in the silence, exchanging goofy ass facial expressions. When Treason had had enough, he grabbed the pillow and swung it at me.

“Stop looking at me with those damn eyes, making me helpless and shit.”

“Got a taste and now you don’t know how to sleep alone anymore.”

“You trynna’ kick me out your spot?”

“Snore like you did last night, and you’re getting out.”

“I kept you up?” He smiled over his shoulder after swinging his feet to the floor.

It wasn’t the snoring that did it. The peace on his face made my mind wander to the darkest corners of our arraignment as if some of that peace would rub off on me. Or did Treason mean the shit he spewed when eyes weren’t watching us? There were so many sides to him, I wasn’t sure which one was genuine because he was so damn convincing.

“Yeah, you did, and I have a lot to do today thanks to you,” I lied because lying was my first language. Emotions were a language I never mastered. There was no room for them in Sloane’s home, so I learned early to soldier on, while that was a lot harder for Rayven.

“What did I do now, Blue?”

Treason never let it bother him. He just focused on the subject, rather than the emotion or lack thereof that stemmed from it.

“Since the news reported me helping Shira, there’s been an influx of women needingThe Green Ribbon Project’shelp. Oh, and Miss. Dot has started leavingmemessages withyourassistant.”