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She yawned again and nodded, her eyes already closed. I quickly strode to the bathroom, and after grabbing a damp wash cloth, I headed back into the room, gently spreading her legs so I could clean her up. Then, I pressed a kiss to the scar on her abdomen. Her fingers lightly sifted through my hair in a tender response that spoke volumes.
“Get some rest,” I whispered, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to her lips.
She nodded, already slipping into sleep.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Aaliyah
Johnston was passed out on his back, one arm thrown over his head, his other arm over his stomach. After the hot sex we had yesterday and the small nap I took, we joined the party going on in celebration of Wendy getting sentenced to prison. I drank too much, and I was pretty sure Johnston did, too.
It was honestly a miracle that my head didn’t feel like it was splitting open.
Johnston moved slightly, his chest muscles tightening with the movement before relaxing again, his lips softly parting. His dark curls were a mess, and he had stubble forming along his jaw, that I knew he hated. Said it made his skin itch.
Hell, I thought he’d never looked hotter.
I eased out of my panties and slowly slid my t-shirt off, being careful not to wake Johnston up, before I slowly moved to straddle his naked hips. I quietly gasped when his hard cock slid against my slit, and my belly tightened, warmth rushing through my veins.
My body was tingling, my core already clenching, ready to accept him.
I slowly lowered my upper body until my nipples brushed his tattooed chest, and I bit my lip when the sensitive tips shot pleasure through my body, sending it straight down to my core. I squeaked when Johnston’s hands suddenly gripped my hips, and he ground me against his cock, drawing a desperate moan from the back of my throat.
“Thought I was asleep, Red?” he rasped. His dark eyes were open and locked on mine, need and hunger burning brightly within. His hand slid up my back until he gripped a handful of my red hair, yanking my head back so he had a better look at my eyes. “I’m always aware of you, Aaliyah. I felt you the moment you began moving.”
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, chills rushing down my spine. The way he said it—it sounded so possessive. So obsessed.
So fucking hot.
I moaned and rocked against him. He gritted his teeth, his dark eyes blazing with need. “I’m going to put you on your stomach and fuck you if you don’t stop,” he warned me, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass.
I just rolled my hips in response, desperate to have him inside of me. I knew I was teasing a beast, but I didn’t care. I wanted his savagery.
With a growl, he rolled us over and then leaned up on his knees, flipping me onto my belly. Then, he yanked my hips up into the air before shoving inside of me, bottoming out. I cried out his name, my hands fisting the sheets and blankets as I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, desperate to let him fuck me like a man possessed.
“You aremine,” Johnston snarled, his hips audibly smacking against my ass as he thrust inside of me. “I own every fucking part of you, Red.”
He was obsessed, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Yes,” I mewled, encouraging him. He felt sogoodinside of me like this. Possessing me. Owning me.
“God, this pussy,” he groaned. “You’re so fuckingwet. Love how soaked you get for me.”
“Always,” I moaned, my head dropping onto the mattress just as my body tightened before I came all over his cock, my scream muffled by the sheets.
“Red!” Johnston called as he stepped out of his office. I looked up from the bar where I was wiping water spots off of the glasses, watching as he emerged from the hallway. “Woman, you better not be fucking cleaning.”
I shot him a sheepish smile. Since I’d become his old lady, apparently I couldn’t clean anymore. But what the hell else was I supposed to do around here when he was locked up in his office, dealing with club shit?
“I got bored.”
He rounded the bar and took the towel from me before handing it off to one of the club girls. I set the glass on the counter with a soft sigh. I needed to find a hobby.
“Finish what she was doing,” he ordered. He looked back at me. “You and I have an appointment to get to.”
I arched a brow at him. “We do?” First I was hearing about it.
“Yes, we do.” He grabbed my hand in his, linking our fingers together before he pulled me out from behind the bar. “Blayke, you ready?” he called over his shoulder as he led me to the clubhouse doors.
