Sample Sunday – Very Serious.

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nikki
nikki
2 years ago

……..just waiting for this book to drop

Bonita Otey
2 years ago

Oh my goodness, where’s the rest of this?!

Jacqueline
Jacqueline
2 years ago

….Yaaas, i can’t wait!

Tanisha
Tanisha
2 years ago

I am so ready for this!

libra552014
2 years ago

Awesome, can’t wait for it’s release! !

Carolyn King
Carolyn King
2 years ago

I am soooooo ready to read this book

Tina V. (@ItsTheRealT)

Looking forward to reading this…

leah powell
leah powell
2 years ago

#Ready

Terrace Gilliam
Terrace Gilliam
2 years ago

Anxiously waiting for both books to drop

Metris Mosley
Metris Mosley
2 years ago

OMG, I’m ready. Nate how you go read you cell phone in the middle of being served.. hmmmmmm

I leaned in the doorway of my bedroom, watching him try his best not to fall asleep. It was late – later than he should be here at all, but with the workout we’d had… I figured I could at least let the man get some sleep.

The glare from the TV cast a bluish glow across his dark copper skin, and reflected in his barely-open eyes. I tightened my silk robe around myself a little more as he took longer and longer to open his eyes again between “blinks”. But then, something must have alerted him to my presence because he looked up, suddenly wide-awake.

“I was starting to wonder what was taking you so long,” he said, like he hadn’t been on the verge of passing out thirty seconds ago.

I held up the bowl of fruit I’d gone down to the kitchen for as I approached the bed. “I told you what I was going to do. Grab us a midnight snack.”

“Nice.” He sat up to snatch me around the waist, and pull me on top of him. “Now, lay back and spread your legs, so I can serve myself properly.”

I grinned, and plucked a strawberry from the bowl, feeding it to him. “What, like a pussy platter?”

“Exactly,” he said, once he’d swallowed. “I have an idea – I’m gonna put on a blindfold. You’re going to pick one of these,” he said, pointing to the variety of fruit in the bowl, “And I’m going to eat it out of you.”

“You are such a nasty motherfucker, and I love it,” I purred, leaning in for a taste of the strawberry still on his lips. “But I have no interest in paying the copay for whatever happens in the wake of your… bobbing for pussy game.”

He plucked another strawberry from the bowl. “You don’t like my idea?”

“I like it a lot. My vaginal health might not though,” I teased.

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but was distracted by a buzzing from his phone, on the bedside table. He picked it up, opening the notification, and I shamelessly read it too.

@Leyaness sent you a follow request

“You know her?” I asked, as I watched him hit the button to accept the request to his – now private – page.

“Vaguely,” he said, looking up to meet my eyes. “My homeboy Landon is dating her sister. I met her briefly when I caught up with him for lunch today.”

I smiled. “You must have made quite an impression, if she’s up past midnight trying to stalk your page.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged, moving to put the phone back on the nightstand, but I quickly stopped him.

“Wait, no – I want to see what she looks like,” I insisted. He raised an eyebrow, but brought the phone back in front of him, navigating back to screen, and then tapping her name. Her profile was private too, so he sent her a request that she accepted almost immediately, granting him access to her page.

“Oh Nate, she’s gorgeous,” I gushed, maybe overly influenced by the fact that she was a sista, with thick natural hair. “That beautiful skin, and those big brown eyes, and this body.” I pointed to a picture of her lounged beside a pool with a woman who looked enough like her to be her sister, both in revealing bikinis. “Are you going to start seeing her?”

He tossed the phone back to the night stand, then used that freedom to run his hands up the outside of my thighs, underneath my robe. “The only person I’m trying to see right now is in front of me.”

I smiled as I stopped his hands. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” he countered, bringing his mouth to my neck. “Very, very serious about… whatever round this is going to be.”