She smiled at him. “Good. Then we have a deal?”
“Yeah, baby. We got a deal.” He kissed her forehead. “My lawyer will draw it up this week.”
She nodded, relief and excitement flooding through her. This was really happening.
“What’s your schedule gonna be?” he asked. “You recording at night? Weekends?”
She turned to look at him fully, one eyebrow raised. “Rolani, are you about to tell me when I can work in MY space?”
“Nah.” His tone was even, unbothered. “I’m asking so I know.”
“I’m a grown woman?—”
He moved quickly, backing her up against the window before she could finish the sentence. His hand found her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. Heat flooded through her, pooling low in her belly. She was already soaked, and he knew it.
“I know that,” he said, voice dropping lower. “But you also MY woman. And I’m not cool with knowing you out here alone, late at night, in an empty building.” His protective edge was out in full force. “So either you tell me when you plan to be here late, or I’ll be in the parking lot. Your choice. Shit, I might get you a security guard. All that.”
He pecked her lips once, twice, then deeper—his tongue sliding against hers, tasting like caramel. His hands traveled down to her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer. Then his hands slid into the waistband of her leggings, fingers brushing against bare skin.
He wanted this to be about her, not him. He’d been gone and missed her like crazy. Right now, all he cared about was making her feel good.
“I’ve been gone too long,” he murmured against her mouth. “But I fear you forgot who the boss is, baby doll.”
His finger found her clit—swollen, sensitive—and applied enough pressure to make her whimper.
“I have, I think,” she said, breathless, smirking. No sense in pretending she didn’t want whatever was coming.
His finger slid across her clit in slow, deliberate strokes, and her knees threatened to give out.
“I’ll text you,” she gasped. “When I’m here late.”
“And what else?” His mouth found her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point.
“I don’t know.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Whatever you want, baby.”
She was full-on panting now when he started to nibble on her ear, his finger still working her in slow, torturous circles.
“And Ken,” he said against her skin, “I’m not trying to control you. I’m trying to protect you.”
“I know.” She looked up at him, completely under his spell, on the verge of soaking his hand. “And I’m trying to let you. It’s just... it’s new for me.”
“I know that too. And I appreciate you for trying. Meeting a nigga halfway.” He kissed her softly, and her walls clenched around his fingers.
“Baby, don’t stop.”
“Why would I do that? I always aim to please.”
A soft cry escaped her lips as she came, her whole body trembling. His dick was hard as hell, but he could wait. He was going to tear her ass up later. She continued panting, shaking, coming down slowly. “That’s what I love, baby.”
When she finally came down, she rested her forehead against his chest, breathing hard. “I’m going to be late.”
“I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “Come home to me after your thing.”
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket—because of course he carried one—and cleaned her up gently, carefully.
Her hands rested on his shoulders as he stood. She giggled.
“What?”
