She turned to face him, arching a brow. “I’m supposed to be recording.”
“You did that. Dom is about to clean them up then you can come back and add whatever you think it needs, but for now they’re good.”
“You listened to what we recorded?”
“Yeah, man. You’ve been out here for twenty fucking minutes. I had to do something to keep me from interrupting the moment and scooping your ass up.”
She grinned. “You like the songs?”
He nodded. “Them shits are fire but you don’t need my approval. As long as you feel good about them, we’re running it.”
Asao approached, moving a hand down her back before he cuffed her ass and brought her body to his. Asao dropped his face into her neck and smiled as he delivered a kiss.
“You got my clothes smelling like you.” He pulled back and dropped his eyes to the denim shirt she’d swiped from his closet at the beach house. Beneath it, she rocked a graphic tee and black jeans.
He loved her vibe because she always matched his fly. Asao wasn’t flashy. He loved simple things, but every time he stepped out he made a statement. Samari at his side was definitely a statement because her pretty ass surely upgraded his image. He was man enough to admit she added value to his life. His ego would never get in the way of paying compliments to the woman he was pursuing.
“You want it back?”
“Nah, I told you my name is on you, which means you in my clothes is always a good look.”
His mouth and hands were on her again before he backed away and motioned toward his Jeep. “Come on.”
“Where are we goin?.” she asked as she allowed him to guide her to his ride. Once they were situated, seated side by side, he confirmed his plans.
“You shared your world, now I’m about to share a part of mine.”
“That sounds like a risk,” she teased but she also wondered what part of his world he would be introducing her to. Asao had a past tainted by corrupt decisions.
“If I trust you with my life, you have to trust me with yours.”
“Are you trusting me with your life?”
“Hell yeah.” His eyes dropped to her thighs and a smile blessed his handsome face. “That pussy is lethal, Mari. Every time I’m in it, my wellbeing is compromised.”
She choked on a laugh and punched him in the arm. “You always have to do too much.”
“I’m not doing enough but facts are facts. You’re carrying the strongest man’s downfall between them soft ass thighs, Mari.”
Asao drove them across town to a building not far from Local Cue. He parked in the back, removed a hat from the back seat, and pulled it low on his head. It was possible people would still recognize him but he planned on being as incognito as possible.
Samari glanced at the brick structure as they approached but Asao only smiled, dropped his arm around her shoulder, and brought her closer to his frame. After a kiss against her temple, he spoke confidently.
“Relax. You’re always good with me.” He knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later a guy appeared. He was dressed in all black, including his ball cap with a hood tossed over it. The only thing exposed was bright skin and a sandy brown beard.
“Ahh shit, I know I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.”
“Stop fangirling and let us in,” Asao joked, making the man laugh as he stepped aside.
“You blessing us tonight?”
There had been many nights in the past where Asao had stepped in the ring at Pass The Mic. He’d built his following underground before Niles came up with a plan to extend his reach outside of Crescent Falls.
“Nah, just trying to see who has next,” Asao admitted.
“We have a full house but what you looking for?”
“Not sure yet but if it’s here, I’ll know.” Asao needed a female rapper but he would only share that with his boy B-Syde who had been waiting on him to pull up. The last thing he wanted was people in his face trying to put in their bid to be on their label. The goal was to hand select each artist who represented Track Killaz.
