“Louder.”
“PRIME!”
I felt her clench around me, her whole body trembling as she came. But I wasn’t done with her yet.
I pulled out, turned her around, and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto my lap.
“Ride me,” I commanded.
She straddled me carefully, her belly between us, and sank down onto my dick with a moan that made my toes curl. From this angle I could see everything—her face twisted in pleasure,her breasts bouncing, her belly brushing against me every time she moved.
She started slow, grinding more than bouncing, getting used to the angle. Her hands gripped my shoulders for leverage. I let her set the pace, let her take what she needed.
“That’s right, baby.” I gripped her ass, spread her cheeks, helped her move. “Use me. Take what’s yours.”
She sped up. Started really riding me, lifting herself up and dropping back down, taking me deeper each time. The bed creaked beneath us. Her moans got louder. I could feel her getting wetter, could hear the obscene sounds of her pussy swallowing me whole.
“I’m gonna miss this while I’m gone,” I groaned. “Gonna be thinking about this pretty pussy every second I’m away from you.”
“You better.” She rolled her hips, clenched around me on purpose. “Don’t let none of them DC bitches get any ideas.”
“Ain’t nobody but you, Zai. Never gonna be nobody but you.”
I pulled her down for a kiss, swallowing her moans as she started to shake again. I felt her second orgasm building, felt her walls fluttering around me.
“Come for me,” I demanded against her lips. “Come on this dick so I can fill you up.”
She broke apart with a cry, her nails raking down my back, her pussy gripping me so tight I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her hips, thrust up into her hard, once, twice, three times, and then I was coming too, spilling deep inside her, groaning her name like it was the only word I knew.
We stayed like that for a long moment. Foreheads pressed together. Hearts pounding. Her belly warm between us, our baby girl moving like she knew something important just happened.
“Come home to me,” she whispered.
I kissed her forehead. Her nose. Her lips.
“Always,” I said. “I promise.”
I meant it.
24
QUEST
Another day, another dollar, another step closer to watching Vivica’s empire crumble.
I pulled my Maserati into the driveway of my McLean estate, loosening my tie as the garage door rolled up. It had been two days since Justice and I handed everything over to the DA—all of Vivica’s dirty little secrets wrapped up in a nice neat bow. Bribery. Kickbacks. Corruption spanning two decades. The feds were probably already building their case, sharpening their knives, getting ready to carve up the Mayor of DC like a Thanksgiving turkey.
Couldn’t have happened to a better bitch.
I never liked how Vivica treated Prime. From the day he came back into our lives, she looked at him like he was a stain on her pristine image. Like he was something to be managed instead of loved. And now, finding out she was the one who got Zainab arrested? That she served up my future sister-in-law to the police just because she couldn’t control who Prime chose to love?
Nah. That was unforgivable.
Prime might be the quiet one, the deadly one, the one who moved in shadows. But me? I was the loud one. The recklessone. The one who’d burn the whole house down just to watch the flames dance. And watching Vivica’s house burn was gonna be the highlight of my fucking year.
I grabbed my briefcase and headed inside, already thinking about pouring myself a glass of the new bourbon we were testing for Banks Reserve. Maybe two glasses. Maybe the whole damn bottle.
“Baby, you’re home!”
