“Ethan, if we’re going to be playing this game, this is about to be a long holiday for both of us.” I kindly warn him. “So, if there’s something on your mind you need to spit it out before I don’t care anymore.”
Ethan gives another sigh. “What kind of family thinks it’s okay to take a baby away from their mother during the holiday season?”
“The same kind of family you’re willingly marrying into. The same kind of family you like to take a blind eye to on certain things except for the one thing that is important to you.” I add. “That family.”
I hit a nerve because Ethan slowly turns to me. “This has nothing to do with Jamie.”
“This has everything to do with Jamie. Just like this has everything to do with my association with Cameron.” I sip my hot chocolate. “You’re leaving Eric out of this conversation and we both know why.”
Ethan contemplates for a moment. “The Page family are not good people,” he quietly warns me, “you already knew this and you still went ahead and had his baby. You honestly thought he was just going to pay child support and leave you alone?” I look away to the distance. Now it’s my turn to feel uncomfortable. “You are the best thing that’s happened to that family. Any claims of racism will be shot down with a PR photo of Eric and Heather with Mia. Photo-ops at Fresh Espresso. Heather will try to sneak in a photo of you and her together.” He pauses for a melodramatic effect. “How much are they paying you?”
“Nothing in comparison to what they’ll pay you,” I play his game. “You’re the police; they’ll pay a lot more for your privilege than anything I could ever offer them. You honestly think any investigation you make on Cameron is going to go anywhere?” I immediately think of the conversation I had with Senator Edwards. “Nothing will happen to Cameron, but Eric will make sure everything will happen to you.”
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“You honestly didn’t think I was going to spend one night in prison, did you?” I smile at Ethan.
Ethan walks closer to me and there’s already a divide between us in the courthouse. “The moment I find out you had a role in witness tampering, it’s over, Page.” Ethan warns me.
“It’s over, Page.” I mock as the fellas snicker behind me. “You’ve been saying the same shit since I was 16. All that jacking off you do over me, I hope you’re washing your sheets.”
Ethan’s eyes narrow at me and I know that asshole is just itching to do something. He won’t do anything here at the courthouse because well, that would be spectacularly stupid of him. He’ll wait when we’re alone and the prospect of him not going to jail would be on the table. “If I were to raid Fresh Espresso, how quickly do you think Taylor will change her tune about you?” He smiles.
“If you were to raid Fresh Espresso, how quickly do you think Taylor will change her tune about you?” I smile back.
Ethan sighs and shakes his head. “Page, I know you. I know everything about you. Please don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.” He begins to walk away.
“Detective,” I call out to him and he stops. “You graduated summa cum laude from University of Georgia back in 1996. You always knew you wanted to be a cop and you wasted no time in becoming one. You were at the top of your class at the police academy. You worked your way up to detective, working long 12-, 14-, and even 16-hour days. You know how to read the mind of a criminal so well that other police departments from around the nation call you for expertise.
“You love to listen to old-school R&B and have gone to many a concert featuring acts you’ve grown up listening to. You sometimes go out and get coffee, but you tend to make your own at home. You also try to watch your diet so you don’t really stop by for junk food as much as you used. When you go home at night, you sometimes get a beer from the fridge. If it was a really hard case, like the ones that involve children, you tend to go for whiskey neat. You love Uncle Nearest whiskey, it seems to be your favorite.
“You might watch a little T.V., but if you do, it’s really background noise as you flip through your phone. Judging how much you swiped, I can tell you were on the dating scene for a while. You stop swiping when you started dating someone and would spend an unhealthy amount on the phone with that person. Eventually, she started to come over.
“And you two have gotten rather serious rather quickly, right?” I nod as Ethan turns to face me. “She did live out of state, but she made the hard sacrifice to move in with you. And she wasn’t on good terms with her family, was she? But now things are getting better with them. Her mother comes over a lot more and they do vlogging videos because they both love to cook. She’s still on iffy terms with her father but you know that. Her father’s a bit of a cad.
“One brother, she pretends she knows nothing of his wife’s addiction and tries to do holistic methods to get her clean. It works. The wife is more into that Dalai Lama bullshit than anything else. But her relationship with the other brother…” I walk closer to Ethan. His nostrils flare out and we both know I’ve crossed a line. Little does he know, I’m about to hop, skip, and jump over that motherfucker. “…now that’s the tricky one, isn’t it? Because that brother…well, he takes care of everyone in the family, even when they pretend they hate what he does. After all, he was the reason why the sister was able to move within a 24-hour notice and hmm…you didn’t think anything strange about that, didn’t you?
“And just think, if you and baby girl work out? That means the tricky brother, well, he’ll be up and down and inside your home. After all, you love to barbeque and host as you often have many members from the squad come over for gatherings. And how would that look?” I cock my head to the side. “The one cat you’ve been chasing for over a decade is at the grill flipping burgers while you have to explain to your colleagues it’s not what it seems.” I sigh as Ethan is doing whatever he can to restrain himself. “Did you honestly think you were going to fuck my sister and I wouldn’t know every single thing about you?”
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They thought they could quit each other. They thought wrong.
Quinn “The Answer” Riordan is one of the Dodgers’ best pitchers, throwing a mind-staggering 100 mph regularly. While pitching is a breeze for him, it’s a certain trainer that makes him confused.
Bobbi Gibson is the Dodgers’ newest physical trainer. After a brief dalliance with Quinn, she decided she’ll never get involved with another athlete ever again. And then one night occurred.
Triple Play is a short erotic story that deals with rekindled romance. It is an offshoot of Stealing Home.
“So, let’s cut to the chase,” Quinn chalked his stick, “why do you hate me?”
Bobbi almost snorted beer. “What?”
“I figured now’s the time to get it all out.” He shrugged as he watched her lean over for the break shot. He tried very hard to focus on her shot and not her ass. “I have an idea but I really don’t.”
Bobbi turned to him. “Are you serious?”
Quinn met eyes with her. “As cancer.” He put a ball away in the corner pocket.
Bobbi stared into Quinn’s deep blue eyes. Normally, she would’ve been in a puddle of emotion, but she wanted to read his emotions. “If I ask you when was the last time you had sex, what will the answer be?”
Quinn maintained a poker face and swallowed. “That’s not a fair question, Bobbi. It’s been months since we…”
“Since you led me on and acted like I didn’t exist?” She nodded. She realized she could’ve been at home binge-watching Love is Blind. On second thought, maybe she could sign up for the show. Her luck with men would clearly be better than what was happening in front of her. “Got it.”
Quinn stared at Bobbi for a long moment. She was so damn sexy when she was mad. “Can I ask you the same or is that not allowed?”
Bobbi circled the pool table and sunk in another ball. “You never did answer the question.”
Quinn didn’t want to. “There was someone, yes.” He admitted. “It happened and that was it.” He took a pull from his beer and he watched her miss a shot. “You?”
Bobbi thought about what she wanted to say. She had a moment of weakness and called up someone who was disastrous in every form except the bedroom. All she needed was to get broken off a little and that was that.
In all honesty, it was truly none of Quinn’s business but if they needed to work through everything if they wanted to have a great season. They were being blatantly honest with each other, almost to the point of hurtful – her more than him. “Yes.”
Quinn felt his gut wretch with anger and jealousy but he maintained his cool. “Someone I know?”
“Why?” Bobbi ate a cheese fry. “So, you can hit him with a fastball?”
“You know what? That’s an excellent idea.” He nodded as he made a shot. “I will keep that in mind.”
“You wouldn’t do that.” Bobbi replied, damn well knowing Quinn would. He may have played the cheeseball character to a fault but she knew everyone had their limits. “You love baseball too much to get in trouble and fined like that.”
“Give me a reason and I most certainly would.” He sunk another shot. “It’ll be a small price to pay but I’ll do it.” He missed a shot. He walked up to Bobbi and stood before her. “So, it’s someone from the League?”
Bobbi noticed how Quinn’s blue eyes softened. She suddenly remembered how tense they became when he was inside of her, on top of her. She swallowed. “I didn’t say that.”
He brushed a wayward hair from her face. “You didn’t have to.”
I would say Happy 2022, but it’s already on that bullshit. So, I will say, I hope your 2022 is wonderful and prosperous.
I had a rather difficult 2021. I’ve always been a private person so I won’t divulge what it was, but it was very tough year. But now things maybe on the up and up so now, let’s get into it.
I started writing short stories again and it’s been hella fun. For now, I’m releasing them on Medium (click the link to view). Just something to do as I write the longer stories.
Scott & Mariana:
After a long hiatus, this couple is coming back and nastier than ever. A lot of current events will be worked into the story such as race relations, social justice, and BDSM with the Master/sub dynamic. It’ll be explosive.
This series will be wide and not exclusively on Kindle Unlimited.
State of Affairs:
Briana Gooding is finally coming back this year. She was supposed to out last year but offline issues prevented that. Expect this series to be racially-charged, sexy, and full of surprises.
This series will be wide and not exclusively on Kindle Unlimited.
Tony/Krista: They will not have a full conclusion. I attempted to give them a book – Stay With Me – that was going to be the first part of a two-part series. I wanted to explore Krista’s background and how she came to be how she was and then, I wanted to explore the changes of sudden motherhood did for her in the follow-up. Well, my plans were great but the execution, not so much, lmao. That book didn’t do well at all. At all. So, they won’t have a legitimate story conclusion.
Faith/Eli: I only plan to have one more book of this couple. I’ve been told by a few readers my books are too long (not sure what that means since other authors write much longer works but it is what it is), so I’m breaking up Faith and Eli into smaller novellas, short stories. The good news with that is the stories will come out much quicker and they’ll be in succession, meaning you can’t really read one without reading what came before it.
The bad news: they’ll cost more and no, they will not start at 99 cents.
The Faith/Eli books will be available wide and not exclusively on Kindle Unlimited.
I fixed the issue with Book 2 (the wrong manuscript was uploaded so it’s all good now). The short story novella I just released – Run This Town – is doing so-so. I’ll have to wait and see if it picks up. If it does, A Boy is A Gun will come out as scheduled this spring. If it doesn’t, it stops at Run This Town. I’m okay with that.
New couples/new stories:
I have a lot of new stories coming out. A lot of it will not be as hardcore as some of the others. Think The Nanny, think the Breakaway series. I’m very excited about these super brand-new characters.
That is all. I hope you all are doing wonderful and great.
The long-anticipated sequel to Why Don’t We…? is available now on Kindle Unlimited for a limited time!
When you wish upon a star…
Kaitlyn Dixon knows fairytales only exist in Disney movies and her life is far from one. She’s one of the nation’s most ruthless divorce attorneys, bringing financial justice to her clients. The only wishing Kaitlyn hears about is how her opposition wishes she were dead.
Domenico “Nico” Torres is one of the wealthiest Las Vegas casino magnates who always gets his way. Coming from a long line of an organized crime family, Nico wishes his opposition wouldn’t make his life so hard with their threats.
When their worlds collide, it’s more than just wealth and reputation at stake. Will Kaitlyn realize her dream man comes as a ruthless executive?
…Fall in Love? is the conclusion of Why Don’t We… and is part of the Torres Crime family series.
The venue went dark, and the screams were at fever pitch, both male and female. The excitement was at a fever pitch, and it seemed to get higher with each passing second. The curtain rose, and the band appeared on stage to blistering screams and hollers.
They merely looked around at the audience with their eyes, not moving their heads. Nico was still and calm with the electric guitar in his hands. He didn’t say a word and only the movement of his chest rising told everyone he was alive.
It was at that moment when the Nico Kaitlyn thought she knew was transformed into a different person. He was a rock god in the flesh and her body became so alert just by staring at him.
Kaitlyn rubbed her arms and felt the goosebumps formed. She was nervous. She was excited. She waited on bated breath for Nico to do something, anything… she needed to hear that note, that chord, that guitar riff, and her life would be perfect.
Nico closed his eyes and then…a guitar riff erupted the crowd and Kaitlyn thought she climaxed.
He sang with the intensity of a seasoned performer. His hard body twisted with every fluid movement, like he was simply responding to the beat. Every line, breath, and guitar lick felt like Nico was taking to the audience–their hopes, their fears, and their love.
They played original songs. They played cover songs. They played songs from old acts like Fleetwood Mac, Guns N’ Roses, and Genesis, to some of the newer acts like System of a Down.
The crowd knew every lyric of Black Sonic’s original music. Every verse, every chord had the crowd of a thousand-deep shouting back to them. Nico had them on a string they wanted to bounce on.
When the band took a break, Kaitlyn watched with the intensity of a groupie as Nico sat down on the stage and strum the acoustic guitar. His chest was coated in sweat and he smiled occasionally, as his name was called out by random audience members.
It was only him on the stage. He stopped to drink from a bottled water before he continued. Some members asked him questions, and he answered as he strummed.
“Can I get a free room?”
“What’s it in for me?”
“Whatever you want, Nico!”
“I need better negotiating deals than that.” He replied, and the audience laughed.
“Are you going to perform my favorite song tonight?”
“What’s your favorite song?”
“That Taylor Swift one! I like your version better!”
Nico smiled. The song in question was “Lover.” He never fancied himself much of a Taylor Swift fan and was hard-pressed to call himself one, but when he first heard that song, he immediately loved it.
It was the simplicity of the song that drew him in. A song about two people connecting and reconnecting. It was a song anyone could relate, and he suddenly admired Taylor’s penmanship.
He strummed the guitar and adjusted the microphone. He searched the audience to see if he could spot Kaitlyn and a soft smile formed on his face when he did. He continued searching the crowd and saw his parents canoodling with each other.
His plan worked. He was winning Kaitlyn over and his parents were reconciled. “This one is dedicated to all the lovers tonight…” The crowd hollered and shouted his name as Nico played on.
“He dedicated that to everyone, but you know it’s about you, right?” Amber leaned over to Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn didn’t respond. She recognized the song and felt her heart about to leap out of her chest. There was no way Nico could have known that was one of her favorite songs. It didn’t matter if he had a dossier on her the size of an encyclopedia; no one could have known that.
It was at that moment, in front of hundreds of strangers who liked the music and lusted after Nico, when Kaitlyn realized she was in love with the man.
Checking my cell phone for the umpteenth time that day, there was no word from Taylor at all. I wanted to chalk up her emotions to the pregnancy and she was just all over the place. I knew that was bullshit.
She really didn’t want to be with me at all.
I wish I could say I didn’t know what the hell happened but I know better. Once Taylor had calmed down and got some clarity about everything, she packed up and left. No good-bye note. No big dramatic exit. No cursing or fighting. She packed up her shit and left.
I can’t say I blame her. I put her and the baby in real harm and they could’ve been killed. Could’ve been. I knew they weren’t going to be and Taylor now knows that. But if she wanted to leave, she was going to leave no matter how I felt about it.
I gave up the life for her and Taylor still left me on read. I love Taylor and want to be with her. She’s also having my baby. I need them both in my life. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get them back and I will.
I walk back outside in the blazing Atlantic City heat and hopped into the awaiting Escalade, where Que is in the backseat. He’s on the phone with another contact and I just let him talk. He’s running things now and I’m just along for the ride.
“Keep me posted.” He gets off the phone and tosses it on the seat. “We got a problem.”
“Oh?” I motion to the driver and he puts the truck into drive.
“Atlanta P.D. has a newfound interest in the Administration because of what happened to Jacqueline. She was their contact for a lot of stuff.” Que scrolled through his phone. “To say they’re a little upset with her death is putting it nicely.”
I shrug. “Tell me why I should care.”
“She had a contact with the police department, who has a contact at the DEA…” Que trails off and pauses for a moment. I don’t rush Que because I know he’s trying to collect his thoughts. He doesn’t like to repeat himself and always makes sure he says something one time with enough explanation where no one could be confused as to what he said. “…how close are you with your Pops?”
The hair on my neck stands up. My father and I have a complicated relationship. We’re close but it’s still a question if we’re close because we’re related or we’re keeping track of what the other does. I think it’s a combination of both. After all, how many fathers and sons can honestly say they’ve fucked the same woman?
Once my father got wind of me being a street pharmacist, he didn’t give me the good ol’ Just Say No speech that was so damn popular when white people in the White House were sprinkling crack in the Black neighborhoods, but didn’t want their white kids doped up.
My father decided he wanted in and he was willing to do whatever he could to make sure he succeeded.
A fellow Congressman has a cocaine habit? My father got the best, purest coke from me to convince his enemy to sign a bill that would cause more harm than good. Another senator loved molly? My dad always had a little something for him on the golf course in exchange for some lobbyists.
My only caveat was I don’t sell in the Black neighborhoods. I just don’t. It’s not a political thing, but rather, a monetary advantage. When a white person wants to get high, they’re willing to do anything and sell anything for that hit. I can make ten times as much off one white junkie than I do off 20 Black addicts.
I support my father in public, though I don’t agree with a damn thing he does with his politics. I know his reputation both in Congress and in Atlanta. When my father isn’t actively trying to go back to the glory days of segregation, I know he is dipping his dick in anything that wasn’t white. I also know my mother, Heather, couldn’t care less because nothing was going to ruin her All-American housewife image.
My empire has laced my mother with the finest and the best. Her home is filled with Hermes, Baccarat, and Lalique. Her closet is equally expensive with Gucci, Chanel, and Alexander McQueen. While other people try to downplay their wealth, my mother wants everyone to know how rich she is.
Que asking me how close I am with my father has nothing to do with love or loyalty for that matter. He’s asking me in not so many words would I be okay with potentially murdering my father, Senator Eric Page, for betraying me?
And honestly, I have to think about it. “Tell me everything you know in as much detail as possible now.”
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Caught between choosing me and running his empire, I knew which way he would lean. He was the most powerful man in East Atlanta and I was his. He laced me up with the finest and I never had to ask for anything; it was just given to me.
With every corner on lock, my mind couldn’t ignore the destruction and devastation he’d caused even in his own family. My body yearned to have him and every lonely night was a reminder of what was.
He promised he would take care of me forever as long as I looked the other way. The other way, however, is harder to look at if blood splatters your feet.
I knew him as Cameron but the world knew him as Finesse.
I thought my heart would be pounding and racing, but it’s not. I’m safe. I’m happy. And I’m with my man. I place my palm on his heart and feel how it’s rapidly beating, like he just ran a marathon. Yet, he’s so calm, cool, and collected.
“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” He studies my eyes as he softly blinks.
“Are you okay?” I ask and he nods. “Your heart is racing.”
His brown eyes softened a bit, but I still see a vein firmly popped out of his neck. His face may say one emotion but the rest of his body says something opposite. “Had a tense meeting but I’m better now.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I purr in response.
What meeting could Cameron’d have forty thousand feet in the air? “Okay,” Cameron is dropping the subject and in turn, so do I. “What are we going to do in New York?”
“Whatever you want. I have a few places I want to take you.” He interlocks fingers with mine. “We’re going to meet up with some friends later and then we’ll have the whole weekend to ourselves and whatever you want to do.”
“Sounds wonderful.” Cameron wraps his arm around my back and rubs it.
His hands are warm and soft and I feel so secure with him holding me. I feel protected like he would never let anything come to harm me. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before, but I never had the opportunity, neither.
“How much longer do we have until we land?” I ask.
“About three hours or so.” His eyes are closed and he looks super comfortable.
“Okay.” I pause and wonder if I’m really about to do what I’m leaning towards. I decide YOLO. “Cam?”
“I’ve never sucked dick before.”
Cameron’s eyes slowly open and he just stares at me with obvious question marks behind the irises. “Okay.”
“I’m just saying if you’re expecting me to be an expert, I’m not. I just…” My eyes look everywhere but Cameron’s face since he’s boring holes into my body. “…I don’t want you to get back to the hotel and think I’m going to be some porn star and blow you away in bed because I’m not.”
Cameron gently grabs my face and pulls me to his gaze. “I have no expectations of you, Tay. I told you this was a no-pressure weekend and I still stand by that.”
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I held. “Okay. I just wanted you to realize what the deal was.”
“I understand.” He pauses. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten before?”
A weird swirl of emotions course through my body. Anticipation, nervousness, arousal, and surprisingly, delirium. My head is spinning, yet I don’t feel dizzy. “No, I haven’t.”
“Would you like it if I did it for you?” He asks.
I let out another breath. It seems like there’s no right answer to that. “Right here? Right now?”
“Why not? It’s just us, the pilots and steward.” He smiles that wonderful smile at me.
“They could hear us,” I thought about my words and quickly correct. “They can hear me.”
Cameron’s lips upturn into a sensuous smile. “I hope so.” He rolls on top of me and kisses me, tasting my mouth and playing with my tongue. My legs naturally open wide for him as if they’re giving him permission to do whatever he wants before I say it.
He kisses down my body, briefly lifting up my shirt to kiss my navel before he begins to unbuckle my jeans. He pulls them down my thick thighs and tosses them behind him. Cameron spreads my legs apart and kisses my inner thighs and rests his head on one as he just stares at my pink panties.
My breath is caught in my throat as I wonder what is he going to do next. It’s like I know what’s coming, but I also don’t know and the anticipation kills me. What is his licking game like? Does he take his time? Does he want to just get it over with? Or is he just a tease?
I quickly find out my answer when Cameron motions to pull down my panties and I lift up my hips to give him access. Now he sees all of me. I’m at my most vulnerable state and he knows it. He smiles at my pussy and licks his lips. “Beautiful.”
Did he just say I have a beautiful pussy?
He motions for me to turn over and I do so I’m laying on my stomach. “Bend over on your knees.” He orders and I comply. He gets underneath me so my pussy is directly above his lips and he wraps his arms around my waist. Cameron lowers me down.
And he licks me to glory.
My nails dig into the pillows as I try to muffle my screams. His tongue parts between my folds and sucks on my clit before he swipes his tongue up and down on it, zeroing in on the pleasure. Cameron’s tongue is long and pointy as he flicks back and forth on my clit.
He hit me with the head plus finger combo. One finger was inside my pussy, massaging it as his other hand wrapped around my ass so I couldn’t go anywhere. I came hard and he kept going as if he had something to prove to me.
“Oh fuck!” I scream as I ride his tongue. He licks me deeper and faster, wanting me to come all over his face, and daring me to stop him. My toes curl, my back stiffens, and the orgasm seizes my body.
I writhe and cry as I collapse on the bed as Cameron continues his assault on my swollen flesh. The orgasm is violent, convulsing my body until I’m out of breath. Cameron sucks on my clit again and I come again, screaming his name.
Cameron moved from underneath me and his weight left me. My body already missed him, but I didn’t have to wait for long. I looked over and saw Cameron get a condom out of the nightstand. He quickly removed his jeans and breath leaves me as I stare down at his cock.
He’s not a massive guy, but he’s thick, long, and beautiful. His body is completely streamlined, and he’s actually much more muscular than I thought he would’ve been. He’s perfect, really.
He sheaths his hardened cock and climbs on the bed. Lust is written all over his face. His brown eyes darkened and I could tell Cameron was doing everything to remain in control. “I’ll be gentle and I’ll go slow at first.” It’s a warning.
I quickly remove my shirt and bra and spread my legs. Something animalistic comes out of me and I feel my heart pounding against my chest. I want to feel all of Cameron, make him lose control as he did with me. I want to own his body and his soul.
He spread himself on top of me and opened my legs. I’m pinned underneath him, trapped. I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to see what this man can do. I want him to own this pussy like it was made for him.
Cameron softly kisses me before he rams into me, balls-deep to the hilt. I gasped. He was thick, big, and so fucking deep inside me. My pussy quivers along the length of his cock, relishing him as Cameron fills me.
“Damn it, Tay.” He leans down and touches my forehead with his. He takes a couple of swallows and thrusts deep inside me. Pleasure flowed through my body with each thrust as he groaned my name and claimed me as his.
We stole kisses from each other between moans. His hands and fingers were all over my body, grabbing my hips, pinching my nipples, and interlocked with my fingers. His eyes focused on me, encouraging me to come again and release everything to him.
Sweat coated our bodies as we rocked together. I felt another orgasm approaching as my pussy tightened around his cock, encouraging Cameron to fuck me deeper than before. My body tightened and I felt the coils of an orgasm approaching. I wanted to put it off but I didn’t know how much longer.
“Come, Taylor.” Cameron ordered. “I want you to come all over my dick.”
My back arched off the bed as I came with a loud cry and slammed back down. Cameron thrust harder inside me, slamming his hips against mine before he emptied into the condom.
Cameron collapsed on top of me and gently kissed me as our bodies wrapped around each other in an entangled mess. I don’t know how long we’ve laid like that. All I do know I didn’t want to let Cameron go ever.
“I only told you I didn’t know how to suck dick,” I whispered to him.
Cameron softly laughed and kissed me. “There’ll be a lesson for that later.”
Finesse is exclusively available on Amazon for the summer.
Wifey (Finesse #2) is available everywhere.
A Boy is a Gun (Finesse #3) will be out this fall.
I should probably update the cover about it being the conclusion, lmaoooooo.