“Shut up!” Inari laughed and shoved his chest. “I seriously have to go, though. I’m preparing for some stuff at work, and I have to be present to do inventory when it’s brought in.”
Moose leaned forward and placed his soft lips against her bare shoulder. He brushed his fingertips across her flesh before peering into her eyes. She was even fine first thing in the morning with crust in her eyes.
“Let me know when you want to be my canvas again.”
Inari’s stomach fluttered, and she turned enough to softly peck his lips, morning breath be damned. She liked Moose. With him, she was allowed to be carefree. He held no expectations for her, and she liked that. It was funny that she intimidated him when he seemed like such a confident man. She thought it was kind of cute.
“I look forward to it.” She swept her thumb across his lips. “Too bad your littlefriendinterrupted us. I wouldn’t mind another round for the road.” She pivoted away from him, preparing to stand up when his arms locked around her waist.
“Don’t fucking play with me, Nari.” His hand lowered to her breast, sweeping his thumb across her pebbled-up nipple before palming it. “I’ll slide you down this pole right now.”
“Yeah?” She hiked a brow, sat up on her knees and straddled him against the chair once again.
Moose reached around her to grip the tip of his dick, guiding it to her warm, gushy center. Inari’s walls immediately clamped around his tool, and she slithered to the bottom with ease. Lips parting, bliss swarming in her chest, she allowed Moose to take her on a ride. When they’d given each other exactly what they were seeking, Moose’s dick slipped out of her, and Inari had to take a moment before she could stand and get dressed. This man had her knees knocking like a newborn calf as she wobbled across the cold floor to grab her clothes. Laid back against his chair, Moose covered his lower half with the blanket Inari used and watched her get dressed unsteadily with his arm draped over his head.
“You could say fuck work and let me take you to breakfast.”
“I could, but my boss would kill me if I didn’t show up. She’s counting on me, and I’m counting on the commission I’ll get when I sell these pieces.” She shimmied into her dress and looked around for her heels, which had been kicked under the other chairs against the window. “This was fun, though. We should do it again.” She sat on the edge of one of the chairs and picked up one of her heels.
“Damn sure should.” Moose knelt to grab his pants off the floor, picking his cell out of his pocket.
Inari stepped into both shoes and brought herself to her feet. She reached behind her for her clutch and slowly inched toward him when he sat up.
“Lock your number in.” Moose handed her his phone.
Inari reached for it, briefly making eye contact before going to his contacts and typing her name and number in. She handedthe phone back to Moose and simpered cutely then tucked some of her loose hair behind her ear. She was sure she looked a hot ass mess, but she didn’t care, considering how nasty they got only hours ago. There were no limits to the positions of pleasure when it came to Moose. He had her bent and spread all over this damn room.
“Make sure you wipe everything down in here before you let anybody sit down.” She snickered, bypassing his chair to the door.
Moose snatched her by the wrist, reeling her toward him and pulling her down, so he could osculate her one last time before she was out of sight. He didn’t know what she put in her sex, but now he was like a fiend. Inari was indeed crack, and he wanted another hit. He thought his coke sex with Trini was lit, but the connection he shared with Inari went beyond that. She moaned against his lips before nudging away from him and tugging on a handful of his locs.
“I hope you enjoy the rest of your day,” she muttered against his mouth before turning to go.
Dick semi-hard again, her walk to the door entranced him, leaving him staring until she was gone. When he stood to get dressed, he dropped the blanket from his naked body, and Trini let herself into his suite. Moose didn’t bother trying to cover himself. Trini was familiar with every inch of his body, eyes roaming over his muscles and the deep V leading to his swinging third leg. Admiration and a mix of lust danced around her eyes as she lingered in the doorway.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
“You good.” Moose jumped into his jeans and reached down to pick up his shirt off the floor next. “I’m about to run and grab some breakfast and coffee. I’ll be back after I go home and change. You straight here until Clay and Birdie get in?”
“Yeah.” Trini nodded and glanced at the ground. “So, Ash wanted me to run something by you. I thought maybe you might want to take it to your brothers, or not.”
“What’s up?” Moose frowned, fidgeting with his zipper and belt to secure his pants on his waist.
He didn’t fuck with Ash like that, but he knew how their crew got down. A bunch of arrogant, flashy niggas that he didn’t have time nor energy for unless it was worth it.
“Well, he got wind of some very expensive pieces of art being shipped. Multi-million dollar pieces were his exact words. He thought you might be interested in a job. He’s got the trucking company info, the routes, and the destination. He just needs a crew,” Trini expressed.
Moose’s face tightened into a grimace. Trini was familiar with what he and his brothers did because of their history and her own family. It wasn’t something he shared with her regularly, but there were times, like now, when she would come in clutch on work. The wheels immediately turned after he finished buckling his pants and adjusting his shirt over his head.
“What’s in this for you?”
“Ten percent,” she said and shrugged. “I can give you the burner number if you’re interested. He said he needs answers right away.”
“Do that.” Moose tucked his phone into his jeans pocket and started toward the door.
Inari’s womanly scent was all over him, and Trini hated to admit the bitch smelled amazing. She caught her doing the walk of shame out the door, and there most definitely was an extra sway that Moose had put there. Now, the nigga was even more appealing than he was before. Trini kicked herself every time she found him entertaining another woman. This wasn’t how their story was supposed to go. Moose was never the type to sit aroundand wait for anything, though. If nothing else, he took advantage of an opportunity.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
