“I’m game. You look too fucking good for anyone to believe you aren’t mine.”
Butterflies take flight in my stomach when Alijah’s eyes flash with determination, confidence, and broker no argument. Myconscience sings while doing a spin with her hands twirling and snapping.
He’s mine. You may have had him once but I’m about to have him all the time.
The old-school R&B song by MokenStef that comes to mind doesn’t even apply, so I have no clue why it’s the choice for this moment. The next words that flow from my lips aren’t for him, they’re for me. A woman who needs a reminder that the thing between us isn’t anything more than sex and light attraction. I don’t have to or, better yet, I don’t need to cloud the boundaries between us. I can’t afford to fall into another situation where I allow myself to be hurt by another man who only wants what I have to offer between my legs.
“Yours for tonight only,” I say just as the elevator doors open on the garage level.
“We’ll see.” Alijah smirks and leads me off the elevator, and my heart leaps and races with merriment.
No, I’m serious. I can’t be yours. We have to remember the bounds of this agreement. My heart can’t take another heartbreak.
Girl, it’s crazy to try to convince yourself of something that’s already changing.
That statement echoes in my mind as Alijah assists me into his vehicle and waits for me to secure the safety belt before he gently closes the door. The intoxicating scent of his cologne fills me with memories of his thick dick as it slides in and out of my pussy. I close my eyes to erase the thought, only to see Alijah’s body on top of me as he pushes in and out of me the other night. His gentleness shouldn’t have been reserved for someone he hasn’t committed to. But it’s why I’m on edge by his words that seemed to have a double meaning.
“Alright, Ms. Deshona. As my passenger princess, you get to control our music for this evening.” Alijah hands me his phonewhere one of the popular music apps is already loaded and ready.
I was so busy with the thoughts in my head that I didn’t hear him enter the vehicle, nor did I feel when he pulled out of the space. I grab the phone as I contemplate how I want to set the tone for the night. R&B? Nah, too romantic or sexually charged. Ooh, let’s go with something that won’t make me want to cop a feel on this drive. I nod before selecting a station that won’t be problematic. I select a gospel station and sit back with an easy smile as I wait for Alijah’s response to my choice.
“Oh, wow. This is what you’re going with?” Alijah asks, then laughs heartily, and my stomach leaps with butterflies at the heavenly sound. My thighs clench together as I turn to look at him head-on.
There’s a smirk on his lips, and his face brightens with a light yet humorous countenance that causes me to smile.
“You got something against Zacardi Cortez?” I smile before I disconnect my eyes from his side profile as I swallow the laugh that begs for clearance.
“Nah. I can rock with this,” he says, and just as I’m about to sigh in relief, he adds a second statement. “For now, anyway. Depending on what comes through next, I might have to revoke your privileges, and we ain’t even hit the highway yet.”
Either Alijah just wanted a reason to switch from the gospel station I was trying to use to block sexual thoughts, or fate is a hater, because the next song flows, and I know my time is up.
“Aw, nah. We ain’t about to do this. I ain’t interested in conviction and redemption.” Alijah grabs the phone that I had set in the cupholder.
Damn you, Le’Andria Johnson!
Alijah promptly switches from “Deliver Me,” and all I can do is hang my head when a slow, sultry beat flows around the interior.
“Now this is some shit you groove to on a road trip with a beautiful woman sitting shotgun,” Alijah tells me with a smirk as he guides the vehicle onto the freeway.
I fight my smile and the urge to snap my fingers to the beat as Luther Vandross croons through the speakers. It’s hard not to sing along because this is one of my favorites by him, but I can’t let Alijah believe his station has any agreement with me.
“You ain’t gotta sit over there all stiff and shit. Groove with me.” Alijah snaps his fingers and sings in a voice that shouldn’t cause my pussy to vibrate like it is.
Good dick and he can carry a damn tune. Fuck my life!
“I ain’t stiff. I just don’t like this song very much.” The lie tastes like acid coming out of my mouth as I stare at Alijah before his eyes leave the road and connect with mine.
A panty-melting laugh falls from his mouth before he speaks as humor coats his words.
“That’s wild. A lie doesn’t care who tells it.”
“Anyway,” I say as I drag out the word and change the subject before Alijah can say anything else. “What should I expect from this little soiree?”
Alijah’s eyes dance with merriment as I photograph how delicious he looks in his dress attire. Alijah in casual clothes, shirtless and naked, is amazing, but Alijah in a suit is something I didn’t realize I would appreciate so much.
“Corporate Black folks with an opportunity to let their hair down. It should be a great time, if the buzz from some of the people I work for is any indication.”
My brows wrinkle, and my face contorts as I tilt my head at the memory of the non-Black man I had heard talking on a Zoom meeting with Alijah a while ago.
