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Kassandra Wilson needed an escape from her overwhelming senior year. After months of being buried in her studies, she sought a thrill to brighten up her dull world. A trip with her best friends was the perfect remedy for her boring college girl routine.
Amani Browne had become weary while touring with his brother, rapper, Ogun. Between traveling and producing his brother's album, he was on the verge of burnout. The upcoming trip he had would provide him with much-needed rest and recuperation.
What started as one fun night of lust and pleasure turned into something unexpected. Kassandra wanted nothing more than the one night they shared. Kassandra infatuated Amani from the moment they met and was willing to do whatever it took to please her. Would his affections be enough to persuade her to give them a chance?
Excerpt
Kassandra.
“Amani,” I called out for him before he walked into the men’s room. He turned around with an annoyed expression on his face.
When our eyes locked, my heart started to beat uncontrollably. His annoyed expression changed to confused. He raised his eyebrow and stopped in his tracks. I leaned against the wall and folded my arms over my chest, trying my hardest to play like I wasn’t nervous as hell. He leaned on the wall directly across from me, mimicking my stance. A group of drunk girls walked past us and giggled after looking at Amani.
“Wassup, Kassandra?”
A chill shot through me. The way he said my name liked he’d known me my whole life.
Like it was familiar.
It did something to me.
“What happened back there?” I asked, closing the space between us.
He looked down at me; the same desire burning inside of me was clear in his brandy-colored eyes. Running my hands up his stomach to his broad chest, and then around his neck, I waited for his answer. Tilting my head to the side, I bit my bottom lip as I stared at his mouth.
“You’re not ‘bout that life.” His husky tone, paired with the look he was giving me, had heat coursing through my body.
He was testing me.
I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t my first time be so forward. Determined to show I was about whatever life he was about, I played with the hem of his shirt and pressed my body against his.
Tilting my head back, so our lips were within inches of each other, I said, “I am.”
He released a low groan, and I took the tip of my tongue and traced his bottom lip. I took his bottom lip into my mouth and sucked it slowly... deliberately. His hands finally found their way around my waist as he pulled me closer. I opened my mouth, granting his tongue access to mine. He tasted like the cognac he’d consumed earlier, sweet and with a hint of citrus.
The way he kissed me with such finesse made my pussy throb painfully. Where we were no longer mattered to me. People were passing by us as they entered and exited the bathrooms, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the feel of his soft lips against mine. His big hands were moving all over my ass, gripping it like it belonged to him. And maybe it did, just for tonight. A gasp fell from my lips at the feeling of his hardened dick on me.
I wanted to feel it deep in my stomach.
Or deep down my throat.
Either would suffice.
“I want you,” I said, panting. Amani trailed kisses down my neck with nips and licks in between.
A low groan expelled from his lips before he responded, “The feeling is mutual, baby.”
“So, take me home then,” I challenged.
He released a low throaty groan in my ear before kissing it. “You sure?”
“Very,” I rushed out.
My heart was racing, and my desire for him was beyond explanation. I didn’t need time to consider what I was doing. The consequences would be worth it; I was positive.
Shaking his head, he gripped my waist tighter. “Come on, let’s go.”
Without hesitation, I followed him through the crowded club to the exit. Realizing I was leaving my girls without a word, I texted Leslyn, telling her who I left with and shared my location for the next twenty-four hours. She responded, telling me to live my best life and added the emoji with its tongue out.
My adrenaline was racing, thinking about what I was about to do.
Thinking about who I was about to do.
Every person we passed spoke to Amani. He nodded and shook a few hands, but his grip on my hand remained firm, making sure we wouldn’t separate. He looked at with a smile that made my knees weak. His gaze raked over me before he winked and continued to lead the way. Once we made it outside, his grip loosened. The humid but breezy weather felt lovely on my skin.
“Are you from here?” I asked, wondering why so many people knew him.
“Something like that,” he quipped, as he led us to an all-black truck.
It was then that I felt my nerves creeping up. Amani felt my hesitation stopping and leaning on the trunk while still holding my left hand.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurted out, instantly feeling like that girl.
He chuckled as he lowered his head. “I know you haven’t, and that’s fine. I’ll follow your lead, whatever you wanna do,” he said, casually with a shrug.
I let out a sigh of relief, then whispered, “Okay.”
Amani used his index finger to raise my chin. “What do you want to do, baby?”
Everything around us went silent.
All I saw was him. The intense look in his eyes made me question why I was getting cold feet. Sure this wasn’t my norm, but with all I’d been dealing with back home, I deserved a night of fun.
Looking at him was becoming too much. His pensive gaze made my mouth dry and heat course through my body. My eyes traveled across the street to the beach. Amani followed my line of sight. With a smile, he opened the passenger door, then assisted me with getting inside.
“I live near a private beach,” he told me before we left the club.
I was expecting the ride to be much longer, not even ten minutes after we left, we were pulling into an underground garage. Once Amani parked, he got out, then came around to my side to help me. He led us to an elevator that we rode to the first floor. The desk attendant smiled at me before returning her attention to her computer. Amani slowed his pace for me to catch up as he neared a set of glass double doors. Using a key fob, he opened the door. We walked down the hall in silence as I mulled over the possibilities of how tonight would end.
Falling in love was never a part of the plan.
For Leslyn Harvey and Ogun Olumide, all they needed was someone to answer when called. At first, the trips, gifts, and sex were enough to keep them pleased.
But what happens when the need becomes emotional?
Leslyn and Ogun must put their fears aside and do the one thing they swore to never do, fall in love.
Excerpt
Leslyn
“Going out with Bryana?”
I stalked over to my closet and retrieved the pink bodycon dress I bought for tonight. Stepping into the dress, I pulled the spaghetti straps over my shoulder and smiled in the mirror. When I came out the closet, Ogun’s eyes swept over me sending a chill down my spine. He bit his bottom lip while shaking his head.
“Nope,” I said, doing a spin for him. “I have a date.”
Ogun kissed his teeth. “Stop playing with me, Les.”
I smirked, pleased with the jealousy that he was exuding. “I’m not. You can have fake relationships, but I can’t go on dates?”
Grabbing my hands, Ogun pulled me on his lap. He ran his nose along my neckline before kissing it. I crossed my legs and cleared my throat.
“I should’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t know how to, baby.”
“We had an agreement,” I grated. “I thought transparency was everything to you?”
Ogun gripped my thigh and sighed. With every touch, my resolve weakened. I didn’t want to fight with him; I wanted him to show me how sorry he was. My body craved him in the worst way. But I knew sex would only be a temporary fix.
“It is. But shit is different now.”
“It is,” I whispered as his hand trailed up my thigh and under my dress.
“I knew this shit would hurt your feelings.”
“Watching shit unfold on social media hurts more than you telling me would have. I had to jump to my own conclusions.”
“You’re right and I apologize for that, but you didn’t even give me a chance to explain. You ignored me for weeks.”
“So, you thought the gifts and flowers would make up for everything?”
“I knew you wouldn’t turn down the gifts, and each one had a message. Did you read them?
I nodded. “I read some of them, not all of them, though.”
He chuckled throatily in my ear. “I figured.”
“You never sent messages with gifts before.”
Ogun grabbed my neck and made me face him. His lips grazed mine before curving into a smile. “Shit between us has changed. It’s not just about the sex anymore.”
My head fell back when his thumb found my clit. “What is it about now?”
Ogun kissed my neck and ear before saying, “It’s all about you now. Whatever I need to do to prove that you’re who I want, I’ll do it.”
Using his thumb, he ran slow circles around my clit. I melted into him and submitted to the pleasure I desperately needed.
“You think it’s that easy, huh?” I asked breathlessly.
“Nah, I know you’ll make me work for it.”
Sliding my panties to the side, he slid two fingers in my wetness, while still stimulating my clit. My hips moved against his hand and breaths quickened as he brought me to a much-needed climax. Using his free hand, he massaged my breasts while kissing my neck. I gripped the back of his neck and spread my legs wider.
“Let me make it up to you, baby,” he crooned.
My moans grew louder, and my stomach muscles tightened. Ogun’s hand moved from my breast to my neck, tilting my head to the side, he nipped and sucked my neck. Ogun groaned as my juices covered his fingers. Once I came down from my post climactic high, he slid my panties down and held them in his hand.
“I will after my date,” I told him as I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up.
When I opened the door, he was standing there, his gaze pensive.
“If you think I’m about to let you go out with some corny nigga lookin’ like that, you’re trippin’.”
“Let?” I asked with a laugh. “I made these plans before you ended your fake relationship.” I pushed him aside and searched for the heels I wanted to wear tonight. Ogun stood behind me, his erection pressing into my backside. Pressing my lips together, I stood up and faced him. “You don’t have the privilege of me cancelling plans for you anymore.”
“Okay,” he said, taking another step toward me, forcing me to back into the corner. “Do I still have this privilege?” he kneeled down and threw my leg over his shoulder.
Ogun’s tongue swiped across my clit, making my knees buckle. I held his head for support and rocked my hips against his tongue. It wasn’t long before I was panting, cursing, and gripping his hair as I came. My phone rang, snapping me out of my haze.
“Les, don’t go,” Ogun pleaded. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. For a moment, I stared at him, unsure if I should give him another chance. His phone vibrated in his pocket and I rolled my eyes. He ignored the call and grabbed my waist. “Come with me, baby.” His phone vibrated again and mine continued to ring. I pushed him back and ran over to the living room for my purse.
“Hello?” I answered. My bottom lip was pressed between my teeth as I watched Ogun remove his shirt, then jeans while walking toward me.
“I’m on my way to the restaurant. Do you need me to send the address?” Raphael asked.
Ogun stood within inches from me and dropped his boxers.
“Cancel the date,” he mouthed while gripping his girthy, hardened dick.
My mouth watered at the sight of his naked body. Ogun was literal perfection from head to toe. There was no point in my denying myself the pleasure that I deserved.
“Actually, I can’t make it tonight, something came up,” I said damn near drooling at Ogun as he stroked his dick. I ended the call after making some excuse about having to work late. Ogun cupped my chin and brought my lips to his. Ogun smiled before turning me around and bending me over the arm of my couch. After retrieving a condom from his jeans, he covered himself then slid into me.
I hissed as he inched into me. In a swift motion, Ogun pulled my dress over my head and tossed it across the room. Next he unhooked my bra and cupped my breast.
“Damn, Les. You got me out here begging.”
I moaned as he slowly stroked me. “It’s what you deserve.”
He chuckled, then kissed my back. “Fair,” he grunted. “Now let me give you what you deserve.”
With a smile, I reached for a pillow to muffle my moans. The last thing I needed was for my neighbors to hear me.