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“Sincere. Ohh myy Goddd,” I cry, sounding like a wounded animal.

“You asked for this, so take it. You got it in you, baby. Damn, you’re squeezing the fuck out of my dick.”

He slaps my ass cheeks hard enough to leave his handprint, and I jump slightly before my release hits me like a tidal wave, which causes me to shake uncontrollably.

“I’m cumming—ooh,” I say.

“Shit!” Sincere shouts as warm cum enters my tunnel in waves as he pants while hovering over my back. I work to catch my breath and return my heart to a normal rhythm.

“Tired yet, or do we need to go another round?”

“Give me a couple of minutes to see, and I’ll get back to you.”

Sincere has been doing a great job of scrubbing my memory of the encounter between BN and me. Not to mention the way Sincere handles Milan, which makes me wish his DNA flows through her veins.

“I’m here for whatever you need. So, if you need more, just let me know.”

Weakly, I lift my right thumb as my chest beats erratically, and my eyes become droopy. Maybe I should have left Sincere alone to get his rest because he wasn’t as gentle with me as he’d been the first time. My core aches as I gingerly try to adjust my position. It hurts so good and reminds me that dating Sincere has allowed me to enter the big leagues. Again, I wish I had met this man sooner.

My life might look differently, and I wouldn’t be dealing with a little boy pretending to be a man. It also turns out that my mind didn’t need more than one session as sleep finds me within minutes of Sincere dropping beside me. As silence aids in my fall into dreamland, a content smile rests on my lips.

State Criminal History Report

Subject: Brian Rallo Noble

DOB: July 8, 1992

Race/Sex: Black/Male

Case# 2026-CR-72026

Court: Pleasantville County Court of Common Pleas

Arrest Date: May 18, 2022

Charges: Drug Trafficking, Possession of Criminal Tools, Menacing, Robbery

It’s been a couple of days, and I’m in my office supposed to be focused on my client’s upcoming court date. But I’m worried about Journee and desperate for everything I can learn about her sorry sperm donor. I read over the information for the idiot Journee procreated with, and I shake my head because I don’t know how she found herself attracted to a man like him. I continue my exploration of Brian’s criminal history, and my blood heats with each page I turn. I’m not sure how Judge Freedman fell for Brian’s life-change spiel, because his past reflects a man who will do whatever it takes to get ahead. The fact that he cheated on Journee is the last reason why he shouldn’t have any affiliation with my Sweet Face. I pause momentarily to send an instant message.

Me:

Can you come to my office right quick?

I tap the keys of my keyboard as I wait for a reply that comes within seconds.

Martin:

On my way.

I close out of the conversation as my eyes return to the information that has my thoughts spinning. Thankfully, the distance between Martin and my office isn’t long, as he arrives within minutes. I appreciate the quick response because I need to talk this out with someone, and Martin is perfect because he’s an attorney who doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty if need be. Unlike me, Martin became an attorney because he had more criminals in his family than law-abiding ones, and he was the one nominated to be their safety net if they got hemmed up.

“What’s up?” Martin asks.

Martin Chambers is another attorney on my team, and in this moment, I’m grateful to have him.

“Let me run this hypothetical situation by you. I need some advice as to how you would handle it.”

“Hm. In my experience, things aren’t as make-believe as they’re interpreted to be. But go ahead.” Martin walks to one of the empty chairs in front of my desk and takes a seat.