Page 35 of Nothing Like Your Ex

He grinned, pulling her against him. “What? I couldn’t resist touching it. And what you fussing about having all these bags for?”

“Because you truly did the most.”

They walked awkwardly toward the SUV’s trunk, where Sarge had begun putting everything inside. Melo handed over his load and wrapped both arms around Kwinn’s chest. Kisses to her neck made her knees weak.

“You look so pretty today. I tell you that?” Melo asked, kissing down her glowing exposed shoulder in the silk top that resembled a scarf. She was obsessed with the Brunel body oil and the way it made her glimmer. Clearly, Melo was too.

Blushing, Kwinn nodded. “Yes, from the moment we woke up, but I don’t mind hearing it.”

“Good, ‘cause I mean it. Not just physically. I can tell your heart is pure, and that makes a nigga wanna do whatever for you. Telling me no or that you don’t need anything only makes me wanna get it for you more. So, let me do that, a’ight?”

Knowing there was no winning with him on this, Kwinn sighed and nodded. “Okay. Now you need to feed me again. All that shopping has me hungry. I picked the wrong week to fast from meat.”

“Lucky for you, the type of meat you need can be swallowed or taken, and it won’t disrupt your fast one bit.”

Her bewildered expression and grin were comical. Melo’s words were spoken so seriously, Kwinn couldn’t help but laugh and agree. She’d gladly swallow that dick whole and let him stretch her walls now that she’d gotten a feel for who he was. It’d taken every ounce of her morals to not fuck him down in the studio, and Kwinn was proud of herself for that.

“The fact that I know you’re serious gets on my nerves,” Kwinn said, laughing.

Smirking, Melo shrugged and pulled open the passenger door of a cherry-red Ferrari 458 Speciale. His car salesman had come through with the rare find, and Melo was test-driving it for the week to see if he wanted to add it to his personal collection of toys. The verdict was still out, but if it were up to Kwinn, it’d be his. She loved everything about it.

“That’s a’ight. I’ma feed you whichever way you like. Climb in,” Melo said.

Kwinn turned to face Sarge. “Thank you for carrying my bags.”

“Of course. It’s no problem at all,” Sarge said, shutting the trunk and stepping around to the driver’s seat of the SUV he was driving.

Smiling, Kwinn lowered into the car and looked up at Melo. He leaned down and kissed her lips, accepting her tongue as she slid it inside his mouth. Feeling frisky, Kwinn ran her palm across the bulge in his pants and squeezed his girthy dick. The big dick energy Melo exuded matched the piece between his legs. Both were a dangerous combination, but Kwinn loved a thrill.

“Ummm,” Kwinn moaned as he rubbed her pussy through the thin material of her shorts.

“You ruined these mothafuckas, luv,” Melo observed, feeling her wetness.

Kwinn’s eyes fluttered. “N-No, you ruined them.”

“That’s me who got this pussy wet like this, huh?”

“Yes,” she moaned softly.

Knowing he couldn’t make a scene for real and pull an orgasm out of her the way he wanted to, Melo withdrew his hand. Kwinn’s chest heaved as she gawked at him with lust-filled eyes.

“Get in the car,” Kwinn urged, adjusting in her seat.

Melo chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

The low growl of the engine made Kwinn’s entire body vibrate as Melo started the whip. Easing away from the curb, he kept one hand on the steering wheel and reached for hers to hold as he drove. With the top down, Kwinn enjoyed the wind whipping through her hair as they cruised down PCH. Her dramatic layers and curls, with a deep side part, would surely need a touch-up.

Kwinn let her head fall against the headrest as she took in the California scenery. Though beautiful, she couldn’t suppress the yawn that snuck up on her. She was tired. Not the kind that made her want to go straight to sleep, though. It was the good kind that came after spending an entire day or days with someone special and doing everything they loved.

Melo was that special person. For once, Kwinn wasn’t thinking about her clients or the projects she needed to finish. She had laughed and enjoyed herself with a man she hadn’t known long at all, more than she had with her ex. That realization made her chuckle, but it stopped when her phone rang. On instinct, Melo’s eyes dropped to her lap where her phone was. Kwinn declined the call.

“Yo ex?” Melo said coolly.

Kwinn’s head snapped up. “Huh?”

He nodded toward her phone that was ringing again. “That nigga keep blowing your line down. You single, right?”

“Yes. Did anything give you the impression that I wasn’t?” Kwinn wondered.