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“You got it, kitten. I’ll be there around seven.”
Sinking into my chair, I sigh. “Hoodoo?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. I appreciate you making an effort.”
He exhales. “You’re worth it, Maxxy. See you in a few hours. Have a good day at work.”
“See you soon, thunderstick.”
He chuckles. “I like that one. I’m keeping it.”
“Bye!”
“Later.”He ends the call, and I place my cell on the desk, then glance back up to the screen seeing the letter I just wrote to ‘N.’ Shaking my head, I click on the document and drag it to the trash.
Yeah, I need to put more effort into Hoodoo and put ‘N’ on the back burner.
The document deletes itself with a little ding, and my chest instantly feels lighter, like a weight has been lifted.
I turn to get on with work for the day. Since I have a lot to do, I want to ensure I am home for Hoodoo.
Because if there is one thing I donotwant to miss, it’s Chinese and a heat-seeking moisture missile.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Hoodoo
Later That Evening
As I pull up my ride out front of Maxxy’s quaint little two-bedroom home, I smile, seeing her yellow shutters. It’s so not her, so I can’t wait to see what the rest of this house looks like.
Jumping off my bike, I reach into my saddle bag and hoist out the Chinese takeout. While I walk up to Maxxy’s door, I admit I’m fucking nervous.
Maxxy and I have had this energy around us. This bickering banter energy has always been insanely hot, but now we’ve taken it to that next level, and even though I want to fuck her more than anything, it concerns me.
What if once we get all this sexual tension out of the way, we fizzle out?
And what about ‘G’?
I haven’t heard from her in a while. Maybe it’s because I haven’t written. I think she’s probably pissed at me, and who can blame her. I need to tell her about Maxxy, and when I do, I will probably lose her too.
Then, there’s the whole thing that I should tell Maxxy about ‘G.’
But how do you explain the kind of connection I have with her?
My brothers don’t get it, so why would Maxxy?
Taking in a deep breath, I stare at her door and crane my neck. “You’re a fucking pussy, Hoodoo.”
Rolling my still-sore shoulder, I stride up the stoop steps to her door and knock three times. It doesn’t take long before Maxxy answers, the glow behind her lighting her up like some damn angel. She’s wearing a white tank top, clearly no bra, as the outline of her pierced nipples shows through—my cock jerks in appreciation. And her toned, tattooed, long legs are out on display, thanks to some short denim Daisy Dukes with frayed edges.
“Fuck!” I groan, more to myself than anything, as she smirks, shaking her head. Any thoughts I had about pussy fucking nerves are instantly pushed aside. Maxxy is everything I could ever want, so why the fuck am I wasting time?
“You bring me my egg rolls?” She smirks, taking the paper bag of food from my hand.
I step forward, sliding my hand onto her waist, and pull her against me. Her eyes widen as she lets out a quick breath, and our eyes lock while I stare into hers. “In case I haven’t told you, you’re fucking stunning.”
