Lelani didn’t look convinced. “Mm-humph.It didn’t look like you were just looking out.”
I met her gaze and forced a shrug, trying to deflect. “You’re being silly. Stop trippin’. Anyway, what are you doing here? How was your doctor’s appointment?”
“He ordered an MRI and blood tests since there was no obvious cause for the persistent headaches. He told me he’d review the results and contact me within a few days.
I was driving past the club and just wanted to pop in and say hi. I’m not staying. I’m not feeling well.”
“Another headache?”
“Yeah.”
I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her forehead. “Go home and get some rest. I’ve got to holler at Tyiesha about something. Let me walk you to the door.”
She nodded and took my hand. As we walked down the steps, I discreetly took a deep breath, relieved of that close call. I wasn’t in love with Lelani, but I was a gentleman. I didn’t want to purposely hurt her, especially over a woman who belonged to someone else.
I needed to get my head right and put some distance between me and Aviana.
CHAPTER 7
AVIANA SCOTT
THE NEXT MORNING,I woke up to the familiar touch of Damar needing his morning release.
I moaned, stirring in my sleep, as his fingers softly played with my essence.
Finally, my eyes fluttered open. My sleepy gaze fell on his devilish one.
“Good morning,” he smoothly told me before kissing me.
“Good morning,” I spoke into our kiss.
I wanted to feel the passion radiating from him. I wanted to want this, but my mind was everywhere. As he lay kisses down my neck and began to play with my breasts, I wasn’t aroused. Frustrations over Mia and Mythic were way louder than any desire I should have felt at that moment.
“Baby…”
He knew the reluctance in my tone, so instead of answering me, he continued to kiss down my body. He French-kissed my stomach and started to lay soft pecks over my navel to my center.
His tongue gently parted my lower lips. He took his time savoring my juices before gliding up to my clit. My back arched, and I hissed as his lips met my love button.
He moaned as he sucked.
He started giving my clit slow, open-mouth sloppy kisses. He teased the pearl with his tongue. He sucked and drooled over it, only to lick up the drool and go back, kissing and sucking the pink bud. His tongue gently speared into my pussy as he sucked my clit, rubbing my inner walls, thrusting inside of me.
Slowly, my frustrations faded away. I started to writhe and moan, thrusting my hips to meet his demanding mouth.
His tongue was plunging in and out of me as he slurped up the wetness. I moaned at his filthiness as he moved back to my clit, sucking hard at the tight bud.
I came apart, screaming in ecstasy, hips thrashing, juices pouring from my pussy as he continued to gently suck and slurp at my clit, helping me through the orgasm and tonguing me through the aftershocks.
“Oh my God,” I breathed as the orgasm faded.
As I attempted to catch my breath, Damar’s naked body climbed over mine. He hovered over me, watching me with adoring, lust-filled eyes.
“Are you ovulating?”
I blinked at the random question. “H–Huh?”
“Are you ovulating?” he repeated as he rubbed his length along my lips, lubricating it with me.
