“Where will I work? That’s a drive.”
“I told you. I own a club.”
He had an answer for everything, and I wanted to believe him. I really did, it must have shone in my eyes or registered in my face because he slid his thumb along my chin and planted a smile like he’d won.
I placed my fingers against his chest, and resisted the urge to shove him away, as I held him back a little, “Don’t play with me, Anthony. I’ve never had anything. I don’t like looking forward to things only to feel like a fool when it doesn’t pan out. I don’t trust people and I don’t let them help me for a reason.”
“I know, I get it,” he whispered, planting a kiss to my forehead. “I can tell we’re a lot alike. Some ways we’re different, but they seem to be ways that complement each other, right? I mean like….” He shook his head and wet his lips like he was trying to find the right words to articulate his true feelings, “I don’t give a single fuck about money, Crystal. I know you’ll say that’s bullshit, most people do. They say it’s youthful ignorance talking, or entitlement, but I mean it. All I ever knew was the mud, I’m familiar with it, and I don’t get all that offended about rolling around in it and coming out a couple of dollars better for it. My brother will tell you, he doesn’t give a fuck how low his savings account gets, as long as he has enough money for a half ounce, he can make the rent.”
She laughed and shook her head.
“Them few dollars are nice, but if push comes to shove, they aren’t necessary. So, I don’t ever stress about money. I’m content to spoil you with it. Let me give you all the things you never had, let me treat you better than anyone ever has. I’ll name that fucking club after you if you let me have you.”
“I like it when you grovel,” I admitted, unable to keep the amusement from my tone.
“Grov– I do not fucking grovel,” The way his tone lowered was pure gold.
“You most certainly did, you called me baby and you sucked my–.” His hand clamped over my mouth so quickly it snuffed a scream.
“Listen. Your job is to enjoy and not judge. Did we not go over–?” He tipped his chin and those dark-blue eyes shifted ever so subtly like he was searching my eyes for the answer.
I shoved his hand away and laughed, unable to help it.
“Don’t be ashamed,” I rolled my hips, dancing on his lap as I wound myself down and shoved his thighs apart. “I worship, too.”
I ran my nails along his thighs, nipping at the inner seam until I finally turned my attention to his lap. I mouthed at him through the jeans until he sounded miserable.
I’d never felt more adored or beautiful than I did when he stared down at me like he was placing every inch I took to memory. How could I not perform to perfection?
By the time he ripped at my long, blonde hair and tried to wrestle me off his dick, I’d already swallowed every drop and was still ravenous for more.
More of my name falling from his lips in that half-plea that made me tingle inside.
More pretty words and kept promises.
God, I wanted him to be real, and I didn’t want whatever this was to ever end.
Chapter Twenty-Three
She’s the One
Anthony
Goddamn, she could have it.
Every dime, every dream.
I clung to her, unable to breathe, or think. I just kept petting her hair like she was the most beloved of creatures.
“Listen, I don’t care how long you do that, I’m not fixing to bark,” she teased, when it got a little excessive.
“Wha–? Shit.” I clutched her head to me and gave her shoulder the three pats that Aunt Daisy usually did me.
She buried her face in my chest and laughed.
“Was that a tap out? I’m pretty sure that was a tap out.”
I shoved her away, only to shoot up after her when the door downstairs slammed and feet sounded on the stairs.
