Taking my time, I walked behind her and closed the door slowly.
I lowered my face to her neck. “You know that shit turns me on, right?”
“I couldn’t care less about what turns you on right now.”
I slid my hands down her stomach, stopping right at the waistband of her leggings, then dipping them in until I was right at her swollen flesh.
“Baby girl, this pussy says otherwise. It’s saying you care a whole lot.”
“Get your hands off of me. Especially after being in?—”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve cleaned up. It’s like she never existed.”
Within seconds, Sanya’s eyes closed, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her.
“Her role is temporary. I need her to be out of my way, so I can do what you already know I’m planning to do. Now, be a good girl for daddy and let this shit ride, okay?”
I took another one of my fingers and slid it inside next to the other one.
Her hand gripped my leg as she attempted to hold herself steady.
Like always, Sanya let me have my way with her pussy, stroking until her juices unleashed all over me.
“I...I...I’m going to let you do what you need to do,” she spoke softly. “But the second your little experiment comes at me wrong, I’m going to show her that my bite matches my bark.”
“No doubt,” I whispered, kissing her cheek softly. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Yeah, let’s hope.”
I felt my phone vibrate in my pants pocket.
Still sending Sanya into ecstasy, I checked the text that had come through.
Skye: Hey. Just found out all the security stuff is done. I’ll be heading back home today.
What the hell?
11
SKYE
“What’s going on with them?” I asked Nyx as I set my purse on the couch, my gaze drifting to the corner where Trace and Shade were huddled in conversation.
“Girl, I don’t know. Ocean just called Trace. He sounded like he was going off about something.”
“Really? I hope everything is?—”
“Forget all that,” she said, nudging me. “Did you bring the test?”
“Oh...yeah.” I pulled it from my purse, and she snatched it. “Have you said anything to Shade yet?”
“No, and I don’t plan on saying anything until I know for sure. No point in getting all worked up when this could simply be stress or food poisoning.”
“Yeah, but it’s not,” I whispered.
“Whatever. Where’s your mom? I thought she would have been here by now.”
“Apparently she got stuck in traffic. I think there was a wreck or something.”
