Page 15 of Nothing Without You

“N-no.”

He grinned. That smile was only meant for me, and it melted my heart toward loving him every single time I saw it.

“Good. Now, here’s my problem. I haven’t been able to focus on work because all I can think about is you and those pretty ass lips.” He leaned down and kissed me so tenderly, I moaned.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“We really shouldn’t⁠—”

“And I’m envisioning other parts of your body I have yet to explore,” he explained, both cutting me off and ignoring my protests. I couldn’t really say I could complain. His hands ran down the length of my back and my waist, and something about it felt so intimate, I wanted to cry. “So, here’s my solution. I need to taste you. For now, that will be good enough. That will allow me to focus on work for the next several hours so we can both work, get the boys, go home, feed them, and all the extra shit those lil niggas need. And then, . . . you and me, . . . we’re gonna finish what we’re about to start right here in this office. How that sound?”

Delicious.

“Keegan, don’t you think we should talk first? About us? About what’s going on?” I asked.

His hands ran up my ribcage and over my nipples, covered by my bra. I moaned. His grin widened.

“I don’t really think there’s much to talk about. I told you how I felt last night, and then you gave me those sweet lips, Chyna Doll. You signed your fate.”

“How?” I asked, barely able to focus on the conversation because his lips had found my neck. My head dropped back, allowing him more access.

When he pulled back, he looked down at me, confused. His hands stopped roaming my body as he leaned into the desk, one arm on either side of me.

“You really think you ain’t mine now that you gave me a taste of you?” I opened my mouth to respond, but he kissed my lips to halt my words. “Daddy’s talkin’ now, Doll. I need you to listen. Can you do that for me?” he asked. I nodded automatically. “Good girl. Like I was saying, baby, you mine now. I been playin’ it cool all this time, but I got the biggest crush on yo’ pretty ass. You hear me?

“A nigga like me don’t have crushes, Chyna, but you got me actin’ like a damn kid. You been havin’ me stuck for far too long now. I let you play the fence of keepin’ things casual, even though I know yo’ ass likes me just as much as I like you. I let you have that, but Daddy’s callin’ the shots now. You got that?”

Well, what the absolute fuck could I say to that?

“Yes.”

He leaned down and kissed me again. I was sure there would never come a time when I would get enough of his mouth on mine.

He chuckled. “We gonna work on how you address me. I’ll take that for now. I need you to pull your pants down for me, love. It’s too bad you ain’t wear a skirt like you did yesterday. I like easy access. Just a note for future reference.”

I gulped.

What the fuck had I gotten into with this man?

Slowly, I slid my gray pants and panties down. Just as they hit the floor and I stepped out of them, Keegan lifted me onto the desk and parted my legs.

He pulled up one of the chairs in front of his desk behind him and sat down. I thought his thirsty ass would dive face first into my honey pot like Winnie the Pooh, but he didn’t. He sat back in the chair with his chin propped in his hand and his legs cocked and looked at me.

I squirmed under his stare, but he cut his eyes at me. “Stop movin’.”

“Kee, what are you⁠—”

“You got a pretty ass pussy, Doll. Anyone ever told you that?”

It was as if he couldn’t even hear my words. All he could do was see me.

“Yeah,” I admitted. My flower had definitely gotten plenty of praise for being one of the prettier ones before.

Keegan definitely heard that response. His eyes snapped to mine, and his look of awe at the sight of my pussy turned into a frown.

“Fuck you just say?”

I squirmed again. “Uh, . . . I said yes?”