I’ve pushed her away. Hell, I’m hurt that I’ve done it, but she doesn’t need to get involved with Blaze. There’s nothing she can do about it.
She hardens her look and climbs off of me. I want nothing more than to continue our night of touching, tasting, and claiming, but I have work to do. Blaze is fucking with our territory big time and I’m getting pissed. If I’m pissed, Oculus is livid.
She hastily yanks her shirt from the floor and starts putting it on. Within seconds, I can no longer see the smooth, milk-chocolate-colored skin on her belly. My cock is still pressed against my jeans—needing her touch, but that isn’t going to happen tonight.
“Goodnight, Pac ,” she grumbles as she storms toward the door.
Jumping up from the chair, I stride over to her and catch her arm before she opens the door. “Maya.”
She spins around to face me, eyes blazing.
I reach up and cup her cheek. Using my thumb, I stroke her face gently. “Maya, I’m sorry,” I apologize softly.
Her eyes lose some of their fury and she pleads silently with them for me to understand. “I can help, Ben.”
Dipping down my head, I rub my nose against hers and look into those light-mocha eyes, which are searching my own. In a perfect life, this would be the kind of woman I’d want to take home to meet my Grammy. One I’d take on dates—a woman I would not only make sweet love to but also fuck like a porn star. A kind of woman like this, I’d make my queen in a perfect world. Unfortunately, this is not a fucking perfect world. I’ve made a lifelong commitment to something and I can’t back out now. Not even for her. She’ll only be a distraction—one I can’t afford to have. Fuck.
I slide my hand from her face to her neck and revel momentarily in the quick thumping of her pulse. Knowing that this will need to be the last time, I selfishly take it anyway. Bringing my lips to hers, I softly press mine against them. This time, she doesn’t hesitantly kiss me at all. In fact, her hands slide up my chest and curl around the back of my head, bringing me closer to deepen our kiss. She kisses me hard, needing me while I kiss her gently, wanting to remember it.
Before I do anything stupid—like fuck her against the door instead of dealing with Blaze and his fucking mess—I pull away, causing her to whimper.
Hating myself for what I’m about to say, I step away from her and affix an all-business look on my face. “Go to your room. I’ve got shit to take care of. Be ready to work tomorrow.”
Her face falls once again and I feel like a total asshole. Quickly, she turns angry and spins around, flinging the door open in the process.
“And here I thought you were different,” she mutters before stomping away from me.
I ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE WAS different. I’m furious that I allowed myself to become so transfixed on him that I forgot my real reason for being here—to bring down one of the city’s biggest drug operations to date.
Swinging open the door to our ‘dorm,’ I storm in, strip my jeans and shoes off, and climb to the top bunk without so much as casting a glance in anyone else’s direction.
“Boss man didn’t want to fuck you? Poor skank,” Tameka taunts from below me. I fucking hate this chick and am two seconds away from choking her out.
“Fuck you, ho,” I throw back at her.
“Keep it up, nasty bitch, and I’ll cut you in your sleep.”
I roll my eyes. “Bitch, you just try it.”
She grows quiet and I become more enraged from just imagining her looking for her fucking knife. I swear to God, if she pulls a knife on me, it won’t be pretty for her. I’ve taken down men much larger than her scrawny ass.
After about thirty minutes of lying in the dark and no sneak attacks from Tameka, I figure I should try to contact Miguel. All three girls appear to be asleep. Stealthily, I slip off the bed and make my way to the door. I easily slip out and pad down the hallway. All the lights
She hardens her look and climbs off of me. I want nothing more than to continue our night of touching, tasting, and claiming, but I have work to do. Blaze is fucking with our territory big time and I’m getting pissed. If I’m pissed, Oculus is livid.
She hastily yanks her shirt from the floor and starts putting it on. Within seconds, I can no longer see the smooth, milk-chocolate-colored skin on her belly. My cock is still pressed against my jeans—needing her touch, but that isn’t going to happen tonight.
“Goodnight, Pac ,” she grumbles as she storms toward the door.
Jumping up from the chair, I stride over to her and catch her arm before she opens the door. “Maya.”
She spins around to face me, eyes blazing.
I reach up and cup her cheek. Using my thumb, I stroke her face gently. “Maya, I’m sorry,” I apologize softly.
Her eyes lose some of their fury and she pleads silently with them for me to understand. “I can help, Ben.”
Dipping down my head, I rub my nose against hers and look into those light-mocha eyes, which are searching my own. In a perfect life, this would be the kind of woman I’d want to take home to meet my Grammy. One I’d take on dates—a woman I would not only make sweet love to but also fuck like a porn star. A kind of woman like this, I’d make my queen in a perfect world. Unfortunately, this is not a fucking perfect world. I’ve made a lifelong commitment to something and I can’t back out now. Not even for her. She’ll only be a distraction—one I can’t afford to have. Fuck.
I slide my hand from her face to her neck and revel momentarily in the quick thumping of her pulse. Knowing that this will need to be the last time, I selfishly take it anyway. Bringing my lips to hers, I softly press mine against them. This time, she doesn’t hesitantly kiss me at all. In fact, her hands slide up my chest and curl around the back of my head, bringing me closer to deepen our kiss. She kisses me hard, needing me while I kiss her gently, wanting to remember it.
Before I do anything stupid—like fuck her against the door instead of dealing with Blaze and his fucking mess—I pull away, causing her to whimper.
Hating myself for what I’m about to say, I step away from her and affix an all-business look on my face. “Go to your room. I’ve got shit to take care of. Be ready to work tomorrow.”
Her face falls once again and I feel like a total asshole. Quickly, she turns angry and spins around, flinging the door open in the process.
“And here I thought you were different,” she mutters before stomping away from me.
I ACTUALLY THOUGHT HE WAS different. I’m furious that I allowed myself to become so transfixed on him that I forgot my real reason for being here—to bring down one of the city’s biggest drug operations to date.
Swinging open the door to our ‘dorm,’ I storm in, strip my jeans and shoes off, and climb to the top bunk without so much as casting a glance in anyone else’s direction.
“Boss man didn’t want to fuck you? Poor skank,” Tameka taunts from below me. I fucking hate this chick and am two seconds away from choking her out.
“Fuck you, ho,” I throw back at her.
“Keep it up, nasty bitch, and I’ll cut you in your sleep.”
I roll my eyes. “Bitch, you just try it.”
She grows quiet and I become more enraged from just imagining her looking for her fucking knife. I swear to God, if she pulls a knife on me, it won’t be pretty for her. I’ve taken down men much larger than her scrawny ass.
After about thirty minutes of lying in the dark and no sneak attacks from Tameka, I figure I should try to contact Miguel. All three girls appear to be asleep. Stealthily, I slip off the bed and make my way to the door. I easily slip out and pad down the hallway. All the lights
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