Page 23 of Certified to Handle You 3

“Come here,” he said, voice low.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him before I could answer.

Pressure held me tighter and kissed me back deep and warm at the front door like he had been waiting all day to get to me. His tongue slid against mine, and I melted into him without fighting it. One of his hands moved down to my lower back, pressing me closer while I held on to him and let that kiss remind both of us we were home.

When I finally pulled away, I kept my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. He stared back at me for a moment, then leaned in and kissed me again like he hadn’t finished taking what he wanted from my mouth.

“How was your day?” I asked when he let me breathe.

Pressure let out a tired sound and shook his head while his hands stayed on me. “Long as fuck. Them niggas at the restaurant was movin’ slow today. I walked in there and had to ask one of ‘em if he came to work or came to be furniture.”

I smiled because that sounded exactly like him. “Pressure.”

“What?” he asked, looking offended. “Baby, I’m serious. Nigga was standin’ by the register lookin’ confused, and I’m like, bro, the menu been the same all week. How the fuck you lost at yo’ own job, dumb ass nigga? And this exactly why I get my ass up to go check on my shit every day. Fuck all the dumb shit.”

I laughed soft and rubbed the back of his neck. “And the dispensary?”

“That was smoother. I still had to get on ‘em too though. Everybody wanna be paid like they run shit until it’s time to actually run shit.”

I shook my head and kissed the corner of his mouth. “What time does your game come on?”

“Nine-thirty,” he said, glancing toward his watch before looking back at me. “Why?”

“It is only seven-fifteen, so you have time.”

His eyes moved over my face like he was trying to figure out what I had planned.

“Time for what?”

“For me to take care of you.”

Pressure looked at me for a second, and something in his face changed. He tightened his arm around me and kissed my forehead.

“Where my babies?” he asked.

“The nannies have them. They already ate, they clean and everyone is settled.”

“All of ‘em?”

“All of them,” I said. “You are not needed over there right now.”

He looked amused. “You kickin’ me off daddy duty?”

“For a little while, yes.”

Pressure licked his lips and nodded slowly. “I can live with that.”

I took his hand and led him toward the elevator. He followed without rushing me, and when we stepped inside, I leaned into his side while our fingers stayed locked together.

Pressure pressed a kiss against my temple, and I turned into him, kissing up his neck while the elevator took us upstairs. His hand moved to my waist, then to my ass, squeezing then smacking it. He let out a low breath when my mouth brushed the skin under his jaw.

“Pluto,” he warned like he was ready to take my clothes off in the elevator.

I smiled against his neck. “I’m just saying hello.”

“Oh yeah? Just sayin’ hey, huh?” He replied, starin’ down at me while butting his bottom lip.

Before I could answer, he squeezed my ass again. When the elevator opened, we walked in our room together. I had left the lights low and the bathroom ready and Pressure noticed the pajamas on the bed before his eyes came back to me. Pressure did so much for everyone else that I wanted to be the one who cared for him the most.