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  He spoke with confidence and assertion, which had me afraid to move, but damn if I didn’t will myself to. Lord, please protect my heart.

  Anything goes…

  Red.

  “This is nice, but you really didn’t have to spend this much.”

  She was nervous, and for some reason, that was a turn on. I stood in the center of the living room that overlooked the city watching her as she admired the suite that we were in. It was nice, nothing over the top. Considering that it was the presidential suite, I expected more, but who was I to judge? I didn’t do shit like this or spend this type of money. Things like this were for women or men who needed to feel important.

  Don’t get me wrong, I liked and appreciated nice shit, but I was the type who would much rather invest in myself versus blowing money for a temporary ego stroke. I also wanted a woman in my life who could rock with the simple shit. One who didn’t need all of this but still appreciated it when it was an option.

  “Not a big deal. I wanted you to be comfortable, considering…” Considering I’m going to totally ruin you by fucking you in a way that no other man will ever have the ability to measure up to. I paused and then raked my fingers across my hair before continuing. “What do you want me to call you?”

  “My name?” slipped from her lips. She was confused by my question, and it pushed a smile from me.

  “Yes, your name or one that you’re okay with handing over to me for the night. I don’t know what rules you want to play by, so I’m going to follow your lead with certain things. With others, you’ll have to allow me to be in charge.”

  “Oh.” Her face softened, and she clutched the small purse that she was holding in front of her body just below her waist.

  “My name is Peyson Cross. Son, not Ton. My mother was creative, I suppose. All my life I assumed it was a typo, but my mother swears that it was what she meant to name me.”

  “What does your dude call you?”

  Her face dropped before she pursed her lips tighter. “Pee, most of the time.”

  I chuckled and offered a short nod. “I’ll call you Peyson. It fits, and it makes me think of the side of you that I’m sure he never sees. One that I fully plan to explore tonight.”

  I left her there to allow my words to settle. By choice and by nature, I was a hood nigga. I was sure I wasn’t capable of being anything else, but I was cool with that because I loved my life. The streets were in me, and that didn’t just end with how I functioned in them. It filtered over to the bedroom as well. Sex for me was about giving and receiving the ultimate pleasure with an edge that pushed the limits.

  Peyson followed me to the bar where I inspected the contents and then shook my head. “What are you drinking?”

  “Whatever you’re having works.”

  I glanced over my shoulder to where she was standing behind me and smirked. “I drink Hennessy or D’usse. I don’t think you can handle that.”

  “Anything goes tonight, right?”

  The left corner of my mouth curled as I turned to face her completely. “Right, but I also don’t want you to pass out on me. You smoke?”

  “Um…”

  Again, I smirked while waiting for her to answer, but I was sure it was going to be a lie.

  “I have, just not recently.”

  “Aight, let me make a call. I’mma have my boy bring us some shit.”

  “That’s not necessary.”

  “It’s very necessary. I need you to relax. You look like you’re about to hyperventilate and shit. You sure you’re down with this? You can still change your mind. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”

  “I’m not… I won’t have any regrets.” Allowing her eyes to wander, they moved around the room before they landed on me. “I’m nervous, but I want to do this.”

  “Good, and there’s no need to be nervous. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

  I removed my phone from my pocket and shot Boyce a quick text. I simply told him what I needed and where to bring it.

  He replied with one text that stated 45 to 1. Even if it was an hour, it wasn’t much of a wait. That was acceptable to me. I had no idea where he was, but I knew that he was working. Boyce was always working. If not on a task that I had personally assigned, then just on getting money in general. He was my most trusted worker, and I had a lot of respect for him.

  “What do you do?”

  I walked back to the living room area and took a seat on the sofa. Expanding my body by extending my long legs first and then propping one arm up on the side while the other rested in my lap.

  Peyson didn’t move right away, but eventually, I was blessed with her closeness again. The proximity provided me with the soft scent that clung to her body. It was nice, not overly aggressive, and seemed to be made just for her.

  “I’m a financial analyst.”

  She was proud. It showed in the way she sat up straight and squared her shoulders. The soft smile she offered was also a dead giveaway. That shit was cute. A woman with drive had always been my downfall. Women like Sasha were a dime a dozen. I could spend ten minutes in a club and find a hundred like her, but Peyson was about something and not the type that I could simply throw money or dick at in an effort to win her over. Being that I was always on a mission to secure more and not afraid to put in the hard work to get it, a woman like Peyson was a turn on.

  “So, you’re good with money and investments?”

  “Yes, I’m one of the best in the city.”

  “Word, they pay you well for that?”

  “I do okay. Last year I cleared close to two hundred grand.”

  I make that in a month.

  “That’s what’s up. Maybe you can hook me up with some advice one day.”

  “I could do that. What do you do?”

  This was the pivotal moment when I would either lie or confirm what I was sure she already believed about me.

  “What do you think I do?”

  When our eyes met this time, hers briefly dropped, but she was temporarily saved when I received a text from Boyce stating that he was almost at the door. I tossed my phone onto the table before standing to meet him.

  Once I had the door open, Boyce handed over a small, brown bag and then a bottle of white Hennessy.

  “How long are you down for?”

  “Not sure. Get with Lobo if anything comes up.”

  “Aight. I should be good, though. I left the gift you asked me to pick up for Sasha at the concierge station like you asked. They said just call down when you’re ready for it. Until then, it will be in the safe.”

  I didn’t know a damn thing about Peyson, but the idea that her dude left her a present had me wanting to top that. Whatever he had for her was a guilt gift. I wanted mine to be one of appreciation. Even if she wasn’t mine, I could tell she didn’t get that from him, and I wanted her to have it from me, even if just for tonight.

  “’Preciate it, but it’s not for Sasha. I need another favor, though.”

  Nodding was confirmation that whatever I needed from Boyce was done.

  “Sasha is downstairs. She’s with some dude I don’t know. I need you to figure out who he is, so I can find him later.”

  He had questions. I could see them in his eyes, but he would never ask. His job was to do whatever I assigned while minding his business. For years now, he had been in that role, and it had proved to be lucrative for him. Boyce wasn’t interested in messing up his money, so he followed instructions and kept his opinions to himself.

  “Done. Anything else?”

  “No, that’s all for now. Send me what you find. Follow him if they leave. If they get a room here, pay whatever necessary to get the information you need. I expect you to have something by morning.

  “Got it.”

  That was all that needed to be said. With a tilt of his head, Boyce was on his way. I shut the door and rejoined Peyson after collecting two glasses from the bar.

  I returned to my end of the sofa, placed the bo
ttle on the table, and then emptied the contents of the bag. There were three pre-rolled blunts as well as an extra stash, organic rolling papers, and condoms. The aroma of the weed hit me even harder as soon as it landed on the table, bringing a smile to my face. That good shit. Leaning forward, I removed the gun from the holster that sat at the small of my back and placed it on the table as well. I wanted to be comfortable, and I didn’t have shit to hide.

  “Is that loaded?”

  “Yeah, but the safety is on, so you’re good.” I lifted one of the blunts and then leaned back enough to remove the lighter from my pocket.

  After firing up, I inhaled first with two deep pulls before handing it over.

  Hesitantly, Peyson accepted before inspecting it as she pinched the blunt between her fingers.

  “It’s not laced with anything is it?” Her thin eyes narrowed on me briefly before she looked at her hand again.

  “Nah, I don’t fuck with anything but herb. And it’s pure. Some of the best you can get your hands on.”

  With a slow nod, she lifted it to her mouth. I watched as the end slipped between her lips. Sexy as fuck. When she inhaled, it was barely enough to be effective, but even that proved to be too much of a challenge. She coughed hard, covering her mouth with her hand to try and conceal it.

  “You don’t smoke.”

  I removed the blunt from her hands and placed it on the table so the end was hanging over the edge. After filling both glasses halfway, I handed one over, and she wrapped her thin fingers around it, coughing a few more times before she cautiously sipped. The way her face balled up let me know that she wasn’t used to brown either.

  “You sure you’re gonna be alright?” I chuckled and then downed half the contents of my glass before lifting the blunt again.

  “Yes, I’m fine. Let me try one more time.”

  A slow smiled creased my lips as I pulled from the blunt and exhaled a cloud of smoke. I finished my drink and then placed my empty glass on the table before reaching for hers. She lifted a finger to halt my motion and downed a little more before she pushed it my way.

  “Come closer.”

  There was that nervous shit again. Her breath hitched briefly before she moved closer. I gripped the back of her neck, bringing her in until she was only inches away from me. “Inhale slowly when I exhale the smoke.”

  I pulled on the blunt and then released a thick cloud into her face. She sucked in a deep breath, taking in as much as she could. The way her lips parted had my dick swelling at an alarming rate.

  “You want more?”

  With an accomplished smile, she nodded slightly.

  I took a longer pull this time and repeated the motion. Again, I watched her lips as she inhaled slowly, but this time, when her eyes lowered to mine, I leaned in and kissed her.

  The rush I felt was different. Her lips were perfect, soft as fuck, and welcoming. My first thought was watching as my dick eased in and out of her mouth while I fucked it slowly. The high hit her quick and showed in her face as her hand slapped against her chest.

  “Easy, lightweight.” I chuckled before pulling from the blunt again.

  My eyes were low as I watched Peyson lift her glass, down the rest of what was in it, and then place it back on the table.

  “You’re a drug dealer,” she blurted out, causing my brows to slightly rise.

  I wasn’t bothered by the accusation. It was true. My only concern was how she felt about the way I got money. Even if this was just a one-night thing, women like Peyson had standards. Their rules were etched in stone, and she had already compromised several by agreeing to spend the night with me.

  “I am.” That was all I offered, but only because I wanted to gauge her reaction.

  Peyson’s eyes darted to the gun on the table and lingered there for a moment before they rolled up to me again.

  “Is what I do an issue for you?” was my next question.

  Exhaling a slow breath, she forced a smile. “No judgment tonight, right?”

  “Right, but if this wasn’t ending tonight, then would it matter?”

  Truthfully, I wasn’t sure why I asked. Never had I been the type of man who put much thought into how others felt about me. I stood behind the choices I made, and that included my decision to get money by any means necessary. Her opinion of me other than whether I could make her cum wasn’t relevant. But, for some reason, I wanted to know how she felt.

  She pulled her lips between her teeth, and I could see her thinking. The thought was one that required effort.

  “Good people do bad things, and bad people do good things. Who you are is not defined by every choice you make. Everyone has a story.”

  I chuckled at her assuming there was justification behind me selling drugs. There wasn’t. It was just easy money, and I was good at it. But I appreciated her consideration.

  After a few more pulls from the blunt, I was feeling right, so I pushed the tip into the bottom of my glass and left it there. I was ready to see what I was working with this evening.

  “Take your clothes off. I want to see all of you.”

  Her eyes expanded briefly before she pushed her hands into the cushions of the sofa.

  “Just me. You’re not—”

  “Yes, just you, for now.”

  “Um, okay.”

  I enjoyed the sight of her fighting the urge to tell me no. I half expected her to. She was a little more relaxed due to the liquor and the weed, but she was still uncomfortable. She didn’t know shit about me, but I was asking her to remove her clothes.

  “Do you need more time?” Pausing for a moment, I leaned back, extending my arms along the side and back of the sofa. “I’m in no hurry.”

  Her eyes roamed my body before she stood a little too quickly given the substances that were now in her system.

  The motion caused me to lean forward, preparing to catch her just in case she did fall, but she held her hands up to stop me.

  “I’m fine. Looks like I overestimated my tolerance.” Delivering the cutest smile before stepping out of her shoes, she then exhaled a short breath before continuing.

  I leaned back again, expanding my chest when my arms lined the back and corner of the sofa once more.

  “Are you just going to watch me?” She blushed when her eyes connected with mine this time. Peyson’s eyes were low, and her posture was relaxed. She was high, drunk, or both, just that damn fast.

  “Do you not want me to watch?”

  “No, you can. I just hope you’re not disappointed.”

  “Not possible,” was all I gave her this time.

  I chuckled and moved my eyes the full length of her body then waited. I was just as anxious as she was nervous. Fully clothed, her body was fucking amazing. I wasn’t sure if I could control myself once I was blessed with seeing her entire form.

  Slipping her arm behind her back and bending it at the elbow, she reached for what I couldn’t make out from the visual I had. I assumed that it was a zipper from the way that she slowly tugged at it. My suspicions were proven when the top that clung tight to her breasts loosened and slipped a little.

  My dick was now rock hard, but instead of tending to it, I fought through the urge to wrap my hand around it and clenched my fist instead. It did nothing for the pressure that was building, but I would deal with that soon enough. Right now, she was my focus.

  Peyson kept her eyes on me the entire time. She was fishing for approval under my heated gaze, and when she pushed her bodysuit past her breasts and then over her hips, she received it. I could feel the smile in my eyes even if it never reached my lips.

  Fuck, she was perfect. Her skin was toned and glowing. She had a little definition in all the right places, but nothing too overdone. The dip in her sides moved out once it reached her hips and thighs. Fucking perfect. And that prize between her legs had my dick doing an Incredible Hulk type thing in my jeans.

  “Your body is…” I paused and moved my eyes from the top of her head to the apex between
her thighs. “Fucking perfect.”

  “Thank you.” Her voice was low, but the smile she offered was my reward.

  “Come here.” I sat forward, positioning myself just at the edge of the sofa, and waited for her to come to me.

  This time, she didn’t hesitate with my request. She stepped forward, moving seductively slow and damn near on the balls of her feet then stopped only inches from me.

  Again, I took in every curve. I didn’t want to miss a thing because I was memorizing every spot that I wanted my tongue to explore.

  When my hands gripped her thighs and pulled her closer, she gasped a little. The second my lips brushed across her stomach, I felt her muscles contract.

  Not wanting to waste any time, I removed one hand from her body, only to push it between her legs. My fingers glided up her thigh and then across her slick folds. She released a soft moan that was barely noticeable, but the second I pushed a finger inside, circling it a few times before removal and repeating the motion, she verbally expressed her approval with a low, throaty growl.

  Tiny, soft hands gripped my shoulders as I skillfully worked my fingers in and out of Peyson, loving the way her walls welcomed me with a nice, tight fit. I pressed my thumb against her clit, allowing my eyes to meet hers in the process.

  “Can I suck on it?”

  “What?”

  “I want to taste you. Can I?”

  There was no point in waiting for an answer, and I wasn’t going to. She was here which meant that she was game for whatever I had planned for her. It was time for me to show Peyson just what she had signed on for.

  Peyson.

  I was so caught off guard when I was effortlessly lifted in the air and gently tossed on the sofa that I froze momentarily, trying to regain my composure. That was a lost cause because seconds after, my thighs were pushed open by two large hands. His fingers dug into my skin in a way that heightened the feel of his lips tracing mine. The ones that pulsed between my legs.

  “Mmmmmm,” moved from my chest to my mouth in a slow growl.

  I was at a loss. The skill that I was exposed to had me temporarily dazed. Red’s thick tongue swiped and pushed against every inch of me with just the right amount of pressure. That was in combination with his lips, which tended to my clit in a sucking motion that tugged just shy of the point of pain.