“Shit,” she choked out.
I slapped her ass again. “Say it, Jas.”
“Yours, Money! It’s yours!” she screamed, voice raw.
That was it. My vision blurred as my balls tightened.
“Fuck! Fuck!” I roared as I coated her walls. I pulled out, watching our mess drip down her thighs.
Jasmine collapsed onto her back, breathing heavily.
I dipped my fingers between her legs and brought them to her lips. She licked them clean without hesitation.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her—my beautiful, nasty girl.
“You know you fucked up, right?” I grinned, pulling my fingers away to kiss her. I groaned into her mouth, tasting both of us.
She propped up on her elbows, still breathless. “How?”
“I’m never coming up off you,” I said, kissing her forehead. “We locked all the way in now, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER17
JASMINE MILLER
Cash wasn’t lyingwhen he said he wasn’t coming up off me. I’d been holed up in his house for two days, living off takeout, orgasms, and wearing his t-shirts that were two sizes too big for me.
He took me back to my place yesterday to grab a few things, but truth be told, I liked wearing his clothes—they smelled like him. Same way I liked waking up tangled in his sheets with his arms around me.
Jelani called earlier, trying to convince him to come out to the club. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it—last time I was there, I ended up throwing hands.
“But you also met me that night,” Cash said, flashing me a grin.
I tried every excuse I could to get out of it—said I didn’t have anything to wear. He shut that down real quick, said I could show up in a trash bag and still look better than half the chicks in there.
When I told him to go without me, he looked at me like I’d said I was fleeing the state.
“I’d rather be laid up with you, but I gotta show my face tonight,” he said, kissing me deeply. “And if I’m going out, I want you with me. Period.”
“I’m sure you can be seen without me,” I said, soaping myself up. We’d just finished another round of intense lovemaking and were showering before heading out.
“I wanna show you off,” he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. His chin rested on top of my head as the steam curled around us.
I sighed, leaning into him. “I can’t be out all night. I gotta go back to work eventually.” I’d already called out today, and it was looking like tomorrow too.
“Or you could just quit,” he suggested, like it was that simple.
I rolled my eyes, wriggling out of his grasp to scrub my body. “I can’t just quit. And I thought you said you didn’t want a kept woman.”
“I don’t want a kept baby mama,” he corrected, lathering his washcloth. “But I’m tryna keep you.”
My hands stilled, feeling a lump rise in my throat. He was just caught up in the moment. Probably still high off the sex.
Swallowing it down, I forced a laugh. “Now you’re just talking shit.”
“Hm. You don’t even like Peachtree—ain’t your contract up soon? You can just quit until you find something new.”
My chest tightened. I hadn’t told him I’d been contemplating moving back to New York after my contract ended.
