Page 18 of The Love Dealer

“Then be quiet and they won’t know.”

“If you don’t stop.” I playfully pushed him away, just to wrap my arms around his neck and give him a tender kiss. “I know I keep saying it, but I really missed you. I’m glad you pulled up on me because this is exactly what I needed.”

“You know I’d do anything for you. Even when we aren’t together, you’re still mine and I’m still yours.”

“Yeah?” I confirmed softly.

“Always.” Sighing, Zo clenched his jaw and sat back in his seat. “You were always perfect for me. I hate I didn’t have the right values back then, but it worked out because I really didn’t deserve you.”

“You feel you deserve me now?”

“I do. I was a boy then, and I’m very proud of the man I am now.”

“You should be. You’re doing amazingly well for yourself. I love how you hustle for your family. You’re a true man’s man and a great father. I used to be so jealous of the women you were with over the years, but I told myself you were with who you needed to be with.”

His head shook adamantly. “Every woman I’ve been with, I compared to you. I was living fast and wanted a fast woman. You did things right and moved at a slower pace. That wasn’t something I should have held against you, but that was my immaturity. That’s why I said I’m glad we split up because I wouldn’t have been the best influence on you back then. You graduated and started doing what you love. You waited until after twenty-five to have your first child like you wanted…” He shook his head and took my hand into his. “I’m really proud of you, Sabrina. For real.”

I wrapped my hand around his neck and used it to pull him up and toward me. Alonso released a low growl that made my pussy wetter than it already was. Our lips connected, and he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close.

“I still love you,” he declared against my lips, looking into my eyes.

Mine watered as I confessed, “I still loveyou.”

My arms circled his neck while one hand slid down the back of his head and neck. Our noses brushed against one another before our lips locked again. He moaned softly, like this… like I… was all he needed to survive.

“I never want you to let a nigga make you question yourself or your worth again,” Zo pulled away to say. “You hear me?”

“Yes,” I cooed. At that point, I would have agreed to whatever just to have his lips on mine again.

We kissed for a few seconds before he pulled away. “I don’t want you to feel like this is just about sex. I can’t keep my hands off you, but you know I’ve always been affectionate.”

“I know, baby. I know your heart.”

“I just wanted to make sure. The last thing I want you to do is feel like I’m obsessed with your body and not concerned with anything else.”

“It’s nice being around a man who adores what he sees when he looks at me, but what we have goes beyond that. You loved me hundreds of miles away, and when I was built like a lollipop, you still craved me.” Though we both laughed, that was the truth. I had no shape back in the day, but that didn’t stop his dick from getting hard at the sight of me. “I appreciate you wanting to make your intentions clear. It makes me trust you even more.”

“Good… because when we leave here…” His hands slid up my stomach and squeezed my breasts. My head flung back softly and lips parted as chill bumps covered my arms and neck. It took my nipples no time to pebble, and he circled them with his middle fingers instantly. “There won’t be any more talking.”

“I’m so okay with that,” I agreed before returning my lips to his…

eight

Zo

“You’re nervous,”I pointed out.

While Bre and I were on our way to grab breakfast, Caprice called me. She was used to me making a grand spread on the weekends, and all Reka offered them was cereal and waffles. To Reka’s credit, she made the best waffles I had ever tasted. The woman could cook, she just didn’t like to. To her, she wanted me to not ask her to do things she didn’t want to do. To me, I wanted her to do what she could to make me happy.

That was just one of the things we could never compromise on. Could I cook for myself? Hell yeah. But I loved when I could work all day and come home to a home-cooked meal made with love. She could never equate me working with her taking care of home, and that was something I could never get over.

“Why do you say that?” Bre asked, looking over at me briefly.

“Your leg won’t stop shaking.”

She sighed and gave me a soft smile. We were headed to the house so I could drop the kids a few more items off for breakfast before I took Bre back to her parents’ house.

“I am nervous.”

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