“An understanding,” she corrected.
“I like that. Let’s do it,” he agreed.
“Rule one,” she started. “We will be honest with each other, even when it’s hard.”
He nodded and refilled their glasses.
“Well, that works for me, but you’ve already started off bad on that. Your word ain’t good,” he said.
She frowned and jerked her neck back. “I ain’t even known you long enough to have had the opportunity to lie,” she said.
“Well, you did,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly.
She was so offended that she placed her glass down. “What are you talking about?” Stassi asked.
“It was you who said I could choose my menu tonight, right? Have whatever I wanted,” he said.
“Nigga, I know you not talking about me substituting the cabbage for greens. The store was out of cabbage, and that’s petty,” she argued. She looked around the table at a loss for words, trying to figure out what she hadn’t delivered. “And a little ungrateful. Do you know how long it took me to cook this? What else do you want to eat?”
He leaned into her space. “Wouldn’t mind tasting you. If we are following rule number one and keeping it honest.”
Stassi forgot to exhale. She was speechless. Her cheeks warmed, and she just knew they were red, giving away her embarrassment. She bit her bottom lip as his hand trailed up her thigh. Her chest heaved in anticipation as he reached her panties. He slid her panties aside, and a slight hint of recognition flashed across his face when his finger connected with the silky wetness between her legs. He found her clit and then trailed that finger down her slit before pulling his hand back. As if he had just swiped his finger through a freshly iced cake, he put it in his mouth. Her whole pussy jolted as he tasted her.
“Ain’t nothing left to do after that, but fuck,” she said.
The laugh that erupted from him was contagious and she laughed too.
“I’m patient. I just wanted a sample. Give me something to look forward to,” Grayson said, smiling. “Don’t want to apply no pressure.”
“A little pressure might be okay. Likeee, so a little dick would definitely be something I’d overthink in the morning, but a little head, I wouldn’t even think twice about,” she said playfully.
“A little head, huh?” he shot back in amusement as he got down on his knees. She pinched her fingers together.
“I’m just saying, if you want to give your compliments to the chef. That’s the currency I heard she accepts,” Stassi said.
He lowered his head and lifted her dress, pooling it around her belly. He pulled her panties between her slit and shook his head as she wet the fabric.
“A woman’s body is amazing. You know how inaccessible water is? And you make it. Like magic. All a man got to do is know how to turn the faucet on.” His baritone was laced with lust as he pulled her panties down, removing them. It was his pace. He didn’t rush. He was eager but not thirsty. He made her wait for his touch, and it was torture. She felt every nerve ending on her body as it begged for attention. Her clit pulsed. She could feel it jumping all over the place. He had her in a desperate way. He pulled her onto the edge of the chair and lowered his head to blow gently on her clit. The sensation of cool air against her wet center made her clit pebble hard. “Pretty as hell everywhere,” he complimented.
The knock at the door was like an alarm clock crashing into a wet dream.
“What the entire fuck?” she shouted in frustration as he lowered her dress.
“You expecting someone?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she fussed. She stood, practically stomping her way to the door in protest. She was pretty sure he was about to deliver the best fucking head of her life, and the moment had been ruined.
Grayson took a seat on the couch as she went to the door.
When she peeked out the peephole, her heart sank. Day stood outside her door, hands in his pockets, waiting impatiently like the arrogant asshole he was.
“Anastassia, open the door. I know you’re home. The car I bought you is sitting right out front.”
“Shit,” she whispered, shaking her head as she glanced back at Grayson. He stood.
She didn’t know why her heart was racing. She felt like she had been busted; like she was caught up, cheating on her man.
“I’ma let you handle your business,” Grayson said as he picked up his phone and wallet from the table.
