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“You dating?”
He gave me a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. “Yeah, but it’s nothing serious. You’re a tough act to follow, bae.”
His words made me melt. That was nothing new. Our chemistry, in and out of the bedroom, had never been a problem.
“I miss you,” I confessed. “I hate what happened with him tonight, but I’m glad it gave me an excuse to see you.”
“You never need an excuse. Whenever you want to see me, just call. I’ll always come running.” A few seconds of silence passed before he added, “I miss you too, by the way.”
My body was on the same page as my heart, both going against my mind. I found myself straddling him instead of getting up to leave like my mind told me to. Carter and I hadn’t gotten to the stage of our relationship where we expressed love, but we were damn near close. So close it ached for quite some time to be away from him. His arms wrapped around me as he looked me over, placing a soft kiss to my chest and collar bone.
“You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you. I had an engagement party to go to.”
I opted out of telling him about the pregnancy announcement and how that led to me going to the bar. He knew about me and Mecca and my abortion at eighteen.
His hands slid up and down my back. “I’m sure you gave the bride-to-be a run for her money. This dress is gorgeous—the kind a man wants to see you immediately take off.”
With a chuckle, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Clearly Vontae felt the same way.”
Carter’s laugh was soft as he pushed my hair off my shoulders. “We’re making light of it, but are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
The feel of his fingers caressing my thighs calmed me even more. My forehead rested against his. “Yeah, I will. I’ve been through worse. He was creepy but… I’m good.”
“Good.” The feel of his breath… the mint on his tongue. Carter cleared his throat. “I’m gonna… go back to my room. Stay as long as you need to, okay?”
“Thanks again, Bug.”
That made him smile like it always did. On our first date, Carter almost flipped his seat over when a flying bug jumped on him. It was the icebreaker we needed to relax and get to know each other, and I’d been calling him Bug ever since.
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” The sight of him licking his lips as he smiled wider made me smile.
“Never.”
As rough and tough as he was, knowing such a small bug could get a reaction out of him always made me chuckle. He swore it was because the bug surprised him, and that would only make me laugh harder. Sliding off him and back onto the couch, I decided to head home. The longer I stayed, the more of a chance there was for us to end the night having sex.
“I’m gonna go ahead and go,” I announced as we both stood.
“You sure?” Carter took my hand into his again. This time, I stroked his with my thumb.
“Yeah. But tha—”
“Stop thanking me,” he stressed with a low voice, using his free hand to cup my cheek. “You know I’ll do…” His head shook slowly. “Everything for you.”
I’m not sure which one of us moved first, but my hands went to his chest while his went to my waist. Our lips connected, and I savored the reunion. When he whispered my name against my lips, my pussy throbbed.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I muttered, running my hand down his neck.
“You’re right. We shouldn’t.”
I counted five Mississippis of us staring at each other’s lips before they were connecting again. A short walk down the hall led to Carter putting me in the middle of his bed. He made quick work of grabbing a condom while I pushed my dress down my body. Yanking me to the edge of the bed by my ankle, he turned me over and slipped into me from behind.
Each slow, long, deep stroke made it harder for me to breathe as I gripped his comforter. My toes curled as I rocked against him and relaxed more into his bed. This was the distraction I needed to forget about Mecca, our angel baby, and everything else that was wrong in my world… and there was no one better to give it to me than Carter Leigh.
There was no better way to celebrate getting my first solo class action lawsuit as a senior associate than going to an underground poker tournament with two of my closest friends at the firm—Amelia and Parker. So far, the other three lawsuits I’d done were under the mentorship of our managing partner, Violet Hunter. The fact that she trusted me with this case gave me confirmation that named partner would soon be in my future, but I didn’t want to jinx it just yet. Hunter, Phoenix, Genesis, and Prime, or HGP2as we called it, was like a revolving door when it came to partners.
At the moment, there was Violet Hunter, Jeremy Phoenix, who was Amelia’s older brother, Flex Genesis, and Quentin Prime. We were the largest and highest-grossing Black law firm in the mid-south. My desire to become named partner one day didn’t outweigh my pride in working at such a prestigious law firm. I didn’t mind being a senior associate for no more than five more years. By thirty-eight, I wanted to be a named partner and managing partner by forty-five, even if I had to start my own firm to do so.
