Page 52 of Full Court Press

“I’m so confused right now, but I’m going to let you do whatever it is you’re doing,” Piper said, looking up at the hotel. I smirked and shook my head. This was why I wanted to surprise her—because she loved to protest anything I did for her besides fucking her or eating her pussy.

Once we made it inside, I checked in and went up to the penthouse suite. When the elevator opened, I lifted Piper and slung her over my shoulder.

“Ah! Khalil!” she screeched and laughed lightly. I walked the short distance to the double doors, opened them, and then placed her on her feet.

“Wait right here. I’ll be right back.” I put our bags inside the closet, dimmed the lights a little lower, and searched for a song. “Sweet Lady” by Tyrese crooned through the Bluetooth before I walked back over to her, took her hand in mine, and guided her further into the room. As I walked back behind her, my palms slid up her thighs, hips, and arms. I kissed her neck then took the blindfold off. When her eyes adjusted, she gasped, eyes perusing the living room area where there were rose petals, champagne on ice, strawberries with chocolate and whipped cream, and a massage table with all the oils. Imitation tealight candles were placed strategically throughout the room for safety purposes, but they still did their job in creating the setting I needed.

“Khalil, . . . this is beautiful.”

“It’s a’ight. I like this view better,” I told her, my eyes scanning her frame.

Those dimples deepened as she looked up at me. “You did all this for me?”

I chuckled. “Nah, I actually did it for my other girlfriend.”

“Don’t play with me,” she scolded, eyes turning to slits.

“Baby, who else would I do it for?”

“I know, but why couldn’t we do this at your house? We didn’t have to get a hotel.”

I leaned in, kissing along her jawline before sliding my tongue over her ear and whispering, “Because you can get as loud as you want without prying ears to hear you.” I could feel her body shudder slightly as her eyes closed. She then turned to me, pulling me to her lips as she kissed me. I could tell in her kiss that she was turned on, but I wanted us to shower first before I took her down.

I pulled away, looking into those big, brown eyes, and pecked her lips once more.

“Come on. Let’s shower first.” I led her to the bathroom, and we undressed. We made haste, cleaning ourselves before wrapping ourselves in towels. I led her out of the bathroom and over to the massage table.

“Drop that towel, shorty, and climb up.”

She smiled and did as she was told. I had to readjust my dick to keep him calm. Piper’s body was sick, and I swear, if another nigga even thought about touching her, I’d be spending a life sentence in prison.

Once she settled, I grabbed the eucalyptus oil and spread it across her back, then massaged it into her soft skin.

“Mmm, that feels so good, babe,” she moaned.

I needed a distraction because her big, round ass had my mouth watering. “That’s the goal. Tell me about you and Sabrina’s beef.”

“First, I want you to know that she’s beefing with herself. I have never been mean to her or treated her badly in any way. But the reason she’s trying to bully me is that she doesn’t want me to reveal that her mother used to be a prostitute and used to sell Sabrina to the highest bidder.”

My eyebrows rose in shock. I would have never thought that of Sabrina. I mean, I knew she was promiscuous as fuck, but a baby prostitute wasn’t a thought at all. That explained a lot.

I chuckled a bit. “Quit lying on that girl, bae.”

She laughed. “I would never. Before her mom met her husband, a millionaire philanthropist and her mother’s top customer, she was a lady of the night. Once her dad passed, her mom cashed out the insurance money and ran off with the millionaire.”

“Why does she want you to beat her ass, though?”

She giggled again. “As I said, I know the secrets that will make her bougie demeanor look just like what it is—fake. If their past gets out, it’ll taint their image and destroy their reputation since Micah Sims is a high-profile man, and I’m sure he wouldn’t want people to know he’d been paying for it and married his whore.”

“That makes sense. But for somebody who don’t want to be exposed, she sure as fuck ain’t acting like it.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Yeah, but enough about her. I want you to relax and let me take care of you.”

She lifted her head and turned over slowly, lifting her upper body and looking at me while I glared at her pretty-ass titties.

I licked my lips. “What you doing?”