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He made a sound I’d never heard from him before—low and broken and completely unguarded—and I felt him shudder, felt it move through his whole body as I came apart underneath him. We held onto each other through the whole of it, neither of us quiet, neither of us anywhere else.

When it was over, he didn’t move right away. Just stayed, breathing hard, his weight shifted to the side so I could breathe. His hand found my stomach without him seeming to think about it. I put my hand over his.

The ceiling fan turned. Outside, a neighbor’s dog was going off about something.

Neither of us said anything for a long moment.

“You’re dangerous,” he said finally, voice still rough.

“Mm.” I closed my eyes. “You started it.”

He laughed—quiet, real, the kind that lived in his chest. I felt it more than heard it.

“Nah,” he said. “You did. I just finished it.”

The doorbell rang.

Amai moved like someone had flipped a switch. One second, he was relaxed against the pillows, and the next, he was up, pulling on gray sweatpants with one hand while reaching for the gun on the nightstand with the other.

“Is that necessary?” I asked, watching him check the chamber with practiced efficiency.

“You expecting someone?”

“No.”

“Then it’s very fucking necessary.”

I grabbed my robe and hurried after him, tying it as we moved down the stairs. He was already at the door, checking the peephole before opening it.

Raven stood on the porch, holding a bag of orange juice. Honor had a tray of beignets. Saroya was grinning like she’d won the lottery.

And then Raven’s eyes dropped.

They dropped straight to the front of Amai’s sweatpants, where the evidence of what we’d just been doing was still very much visible.

“Daaammmnn,” she said, drawing the word out like it had five syllables.

Honor’s gaze followed, tracking from his bare chest down to the same place, and her eyebrows shot up. “If something as fine as that was knocking my back out, I’d be MIA for two weeks too, hell.”

Saroya burst out laughing.

I felt my face go hot. “Oh, my God.”

Amai simply said, “Good morning,” like three women weren’t standing on the porch cataloging his dick print.

I stepped in front of him, mortified. “Go put clothes on.”

He kissed me—slow, deliberate, his hand cupping the back of my neck like my sisters weren’t watching—and then pulled back with that slight smile that meant he’d done it on purpose.

“I have to get to the office anyway,” he said, his voice carrying that edge of amusement.

He looked at my sisters. “It was nice seeing you all.”

Then, he disappeared upstairs.

The second his footsteps faded, Raven, Honor, and Saroya came inside, and the laughter started.

“Girl,” Raven said, setting the juice down on the counter. “That man is fine as fuck.”