Page 117 of The Prodigy

“Do you love me?”

Her eyes went wide. Shit, so did mine. I couldn’t believe I said that out loud.

“You ain’t gotta answer that. I don’t know why I even—”

“I don’t know.” She grimaced. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I’m glad you were honest.”

She nodded. “Do you loveme?”

“I don’t know.”

She smiled. “We did everything backwards.”

Chuckling, I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed the back side of it. “I’m glad I came into your job that night. Honestly, you’re the only good thing about this town.”

“Your family.”

“Yeah, but they been here. I mean, you been here, too. I just didn’t know. Which was my fucking mistake.”

She smiled again. “You like me.”

“Yeah, ain’t no question about that. I like yo little ass.”

She laughed. “I like the way you treat me. I mean, aside from the whole kidnapping thing.”

“Malika—”

“I know you hate that.” She laughed. “You shouldn’t let the enemy know your weak spots. Now I know how to annoy you.”

“First off, it’s a long list of shit you already do that annoys me. Like leaving your makeup all over the dresser and taking your shoes off and letting them shits sit in the middle of the damn floor.”

She shrugged. “And second?”

“Second…you ain’t my enemy. You’re my wife. Technically, yeah, but you alsoactlike my wife. You treat me how I wanna be treated, and you ride for me. We ain’t even gotta say I love you for this shit to feel good. And it does, to me.”

“It feels good to me, too.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah. Cool.”

“Come ‘ere.”

She inched closer and rolled on top of me. As she stared down at me and I stared up at her, I said I love you in my head. My mouth wasn’t ready to say it, yet, but that was fine. We had the rest of our lives to say it.

Technically.

We kissed, touched, and teased each other until we both had enough of the pregame. She sank down onto my dick and waited, letting her pussy adjust.

“This feels good to me, too,” I said. “You be so wet, Malika. And you little, but you be takin’ my whole entire dick. That shit so fuckin’ sexy.”

She smiled down at me. “You know what they say about Midling dimes.”

“Fuck that.” I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and held on for dear life. “You a dime in Midling, in Atlanta, in LA…shit, you a dime in space. Baddest bitch in the Milky Way.”

She giggled. “I didn’t know you had a corny side.”

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