“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned, smacking my ass.
“Fu– yours. It’s yours,” I gasped, bouncing harder.
“Exactly. So stop. Fucking. Playing. With me,” he grit out, pinching my clit. I screamed his name as my release tore through me, my juices dripping down his shaft.
“Fuck!” Fontaine groaned, digging his fingers into my hips as he came.
I slumped against him and caught my breath while his dick pulsed inside me.
“That fuck nigga Kyree touch you?” he asked as I eased off him.
I grabbed a few baby wipes from a side table, tossing him one before wiping my inner thighs.
”Ew. Never,” I scoffed. Kyree was a nuisance, but he hadn’t been disrespectful—which I appreciated because Money would be pissed if I killed him before he got the chance.
“Nah, leave the rest of that,” he said as I started to wipe between my legs.
I frowned. “But I still got two hours left.”
“So?” he shrugged, fixing his jeans. “Your ass wanted to put on a show, right?”
“Bear–” I started.
“No,” he said sharply, cutting me off. “You knew what the fuck you was doing, Nai. You’re always testing me, poking the damn bear.” He stood, rising to his full height. “So since you wanna be on some goofy shit, go back out there and let them niggas smell me on you.”
I swallowed hard, fingers fumbling with my g-string. “You know shit’s complicated…”
“Toyou. You make it complicated,” he said, watching me get dressed. “Bring your ass to my crib tonight, 'cause we’re not done.”
He kissed me hard, then walked out.
There was no way I could go past his section again—it would be too obvious, and he was already on one tonight.
I exhaled, fixing my wig. Money needed to wrap this shit up with Kyree fast. The sooner he did, the sooner I could leave Atlanta. Fontaine was getting close to breaking through walls that I wasn’t sure I was ready to let fall.
CHAPTER13
JASMINE MILLER
Three hard knockson my door pulled my attention from the TV. I turned it down, took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the way my heart sped up.
I almost told him not to come when he texted me. It was after midnight, and I had work in a few hours—but I couldn’t stop thinking about him after our date.
I opened the door with a mildly annoyed look.
“Stalker, huh?” Cash teased, leaning against the doorframe.
I shook my head and stepped aside. “Definitely—‘cause I never gave you my apartment number,” I said, shutting the door behind him. “And I’m not even gonna ask how you got it.”
He grinned, showing off his golds. “Can’t go giving up all my secrets.”
I watched as he took in my apartment. It was a simple one-bedroom that came fully furnished, but I’d done my best to make it home. A vase filled with fresh flowers sat on the dining room table beside a scented candle, and there were a few framed photos of my friends and family on the walls. He paused in front of the one with my arms around my parents.
“These your parents?” he asked.
“Yep.” I sank onto the sectional and tucked my legs under me.
He nodded approvingly, kicking off his shoes as he moved closer. “Your mama fine as shit.”
