Page 85 of Full Court Press

“Is she not?”

“By law, she is.”

“Then that’s all that matters. I know I haven’t been the best substitute, but all of that is about to change. I don’t care if I have to use a little force for you to forgive me, but I’ll do whatever it takes to fix what I’ve broken.”

“As you should, heartbreaker. I knew from the moment I started feeling shit for you, you could potentially break me. But I didn’t care. I jumped into the fire with no fire suit because I had confidence that the fire couldn’t touch me. That’s how much I believed in us, even when you gave me so much pushback.”

“I was young and unsure of a lot of things, Khalil. I’m not trying to justify how I went about things, but I’m taking accountability and trying to do everything I can to make it right.”

“I see you, mama. Got you a lil’ bag, and now you want to spend it on me. Let me see if you know what I like.”

He moved over to the racks of clothes, checking them out and nodding his head in approval. I may have been indecisive about how fast we fell for each other, but during those months that we spent together, I made sure I paid attention. I knew what he liked, his favorite color, food, and TV shows.

He gave me the best experiences of my life, and I hated that I allowed outside sources to dictate my emotions.

Never again.

If he let me back into his life, the first order of business would be getting rid of that fake-ass fiancée.

After he explored his gifts, I sat him down at the table, then placed a leather case in front of him. When he saw the name Diamonds & Moore engraved on the box, he smirked and looked up at me.

“Oh, you showing the fuck out, shorty.”

I smiled. “Open it.”

He unlatched the box and opened it. The light inside made the diamonds on the two watches and two bracelets sparkle. For a long moment, he didn’t speak, just stared at the items before he yanked me close and made me straddle his lap. His tongue slid between my exposed cleavage, then he sucked the top of my left breast, leaving a red mark there. I gripped the back of his head as my eyes closed at the familiarity of his mouth on me.

“Khalil,” I whimpered as my hips rocked against him.

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my face to his. “I’m still pissed at you,” he said against my lips. “And you about to see just how much.”

He stood with me in his arms and took me into the bedroom, tossing me on the bed, then ripped my Dolce & Gabbana dress clean down the middle. My body writhed in anticipation of Khalil’s sex.

It didn’t take long for our clothes to disappear. Khalil’s body was even more fit than it had been and was covered in more tattoos than I remembered. The dick even seemed bigger than before.

When I saw my name big as day scribbled across his chest inside of a broken heart, my hand instantly went to it, tracing my fingers along the inscription. He took my fingers, sucking my middle and pointer fingers, then put them on my dripping center.

“Play with that pretty motherfucka,” he instructed. I rotated my fingers on my clit and squeezed my left breast. Our eyes locked, and I could see the lust in his eyes. He moved closer, grabbed my legs, tossed them over his shoulders, then slid inside of me without warning.

My back arched, and I put my palm on his stomach to push him back, but he knocked my hand away.

“Shit, Pipe,” he groaned, pushing deeper inside of me.

“Baby, go slow. That hurts.”

“I know it does. It’s how I felt when you left me. If you want daddy to come home, then open up and let me in.”

I took a deep breath and allowed him to punish me however he needed to. I probably should have given having sex with him while he was still angry with me some more thought. Khalil tortured me. Every time I was on the brink of having an orgasm, he’d stop and put me in a new position before resuming his torture. After what felt like twenty hours later, my orgasm ripped through me, and I screamed as if he had murdered me.

“Oh my God! Save me!”

He chuckled and slipped his tongue in my mouth. I kissed him hungrily and ran my hands all over his body.

He lifted and pushed my hair out of my face. “God can’t save you, Mi Amor. You fucking with a demon, and I ain’t done possessing your ass yet.”

And that was the moment I knew I’d fucked up.

The sound of my phone ringing and the rain outside woke me out of a peaceful sleep. My head lifted, and I looked over to see Piper’s side of the bed empty. My first thought was that she left me . . . again.