Page 67 of The Prodigy

“Why would we need our own place?”

“Privacy. I mean, I know it’s not a real marriage, but still. Don’t you want a place to yourself?”

I walked over and sat on the recliner across from the couch so I could look at her straight on. “I mean…ain’t like we be in here fuckin’ or something. I could see ifthatwas happening, but…”

“Wow. Did you really just throw that in my face?”

“Ain’t throwin’ shit. Just giving my opinion on your suggestion, that’s all.”

She rolled her eyes. “It just feels crowded around here. And your mother—”

“What about her?”

“I don’t think she likes me.”

“She don’t even know you.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think she wants to. I always feel…weirdaround her.”

“I mean, her husband just died. She probably ain’t feeling all that friendly right now.”

Her face softened. “Damn. I keep forgetting that. Sorry.”

“It’s cool.”

We sat in silence for a minute. I was getting ready to go to the office when she spoke again.

“So…um…about last night…”

“You want a repeat.”

She smiled and stared down at her feet.

“Now you wanna act all shy about it? You wasn’t shy when I had my tongue in your—”

“It’s not that. I just…I appreciate that you did it.” A smile crept across her face. “I liked it.”

“Oh, you made that clear.”

She bit back a laugh.

“Just so you know, I liked it, too. I like how you taste.”

She looked away from me.

“Nah, don’t look over there. Look at me.”

She brought her eyes back to mine.

“You taste sweet, you know that?” She shook her head. “You do. And your pussy was wet as fuck. And when you came, it pulsed real hard, which makes me think your walls probably grip real tight. And—”

“Okay, okay. Stop.”

“Why? It’s turning you on?”

“Actually, yes.”

“That’s a problem?”

I waited to hear what I already knew.I’m not ready.But I was starting to think that was bullshit. Because she damn sure was ready to get ate out, and to move to a new place with me. You don’t do all that when you don’t want the dick.

“Well, look, when you’re ready, you know where to find me.”

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