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#TeaserTuesday: A Boy is a Gun, Part II. #nook #kindle


The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him. 

Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and in turn, so do I. 

To protect my sanity, I had to break free from him finally. But now the question is, for how long? 

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“Your sister is a party girl,” I reply to Ethan, and he stops walking. “She loves a good party, doesn’t she? She’s always in the clubs, always at some baller’s home…she’s really popular with the athletes.”

Ethan turns to me and I feel the anger in his eyes. I glance down to see one fist curl up into a tight ball and he quickly releases it before he realizes I’m watching him.  “Be very careful, Page.”

I hold up my hands in defense. “I haven’t said anything wrong. I just said what is widely known. I have many followers on social media but Makayla? That’s her name. She has a ton. Like six figures.” I whistle. “Man, I could never be that popular.” 

Ethan walks closer to me and is stopped by his partner. I look at my fingernails and continue. “I also hear she’s a bit of a peddler herself. She likes to party. A white girl is peddling white girl and egg rolls.” I shake my head. “Now, you would think that because you’re in the police department, everyone in your family would lean a certain way. You know the good old bullshit ‘stand for the cops,’ ‘blue lives matter,’ all that. Yet, even though your sister is known to have drugs on her at any given time, you don’t pay attention to that. I guess coming after the son of a well-known senator would make headlines, wouldn’t it? Get you that promotion. Get that Oprah sit-down and ask people how hard it was to choose between your career and your new family?” I lock eyes with Ethan. “And at what cost are you willing to pay for that?”

Ethan lunges at me, and I shake my head. “Temper, temper.” 

“You wouldn’t destroy everything Taylor worked for just to get back at me, Page.” Ethan smiles. “You wouldn’t be that stupid. Or are you?”

I nod toward him as I stand up, and my attorney follows. “We both know Taylor left me, so that little guilt trip you pulled wouldn’t do shit.” I button my suit. “But here’s a riddle I want you to think long and hard about….” I walk up towards him, and people are standing between us in case one of us acts a fool, and it’s not me. “…what do you think will get your sister addicted the quickest? My product or my dick?” Ethan lunges toward me, and I blow him a kiss. “You have a beautiful day, detective.” 

Things are getting spicy, aren’t they?

Release date TBD.

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#SundaySnippet: A Boy is a Gun (Finesse #3)

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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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#SexySundaySnippet: Wifey (Finesse #2)

So, this book was supposed to come out last month. Due to a family emergency, it didn’t. I’ll make an announcement on when it’ll be released.

For the time being, the first book will be listed at 99 cents for those interested. (You might have to wait a couple of days for that to be reflected on the site you purchase from.)

Here is an exclusive snippet. Enjoy!


He came back into my life, but we both know he never really left. 

It’s different now – in order to protect me, I have to be under his watch. The lifestyle I wanted nothing to do with, I’m fully a part of. 

He promised he would take care of me as long as I don’t get involved. When danger knocks at your front door, you have no choice but to open it. 

Everyone knew me as Taylor. In Finesse’s world, I was simply Wifey. 


“If someone disrespects you, angel, they disrespect me.” Cameron’s voice is steady, though the anger is bubbling at the surface. “No negotiation on that.” He holds my face up to his. “That was beyond calling you a bitch, Tay. I knew those men. They wanted to kill Que and me, put you out on the street, and sell you to the highest bidder. Their business was sex trafficking along with drugs. Some guys around here do that and see no issue; I do.”

The realization hits me. There was a reason why Lexus and his friends stalked me like an obsessed fan that particular night. I thought they were checking me out, but it was way more than that. Cameron literally saved my life. 

“Drug lords have morals?” It comes out as a half-chuckle and we both smile. 

“Some of us do.” He grins at me. “I promise I’ll never get you involved in anything. I don’t want you to be. But there will times where I can’t tell you anything because I know people are watching me and in turn, they’ll watch you. The less you know…”

“…The better off we’re both are.” I finish his sentence and he nods. “I don’t like this, Page. I just don’t.”

“I know and I doubt you’ll ever will. Keep your focus on the shops and I’ll take care of the rest.” He kisses my forehead before he wraps his arms around me. His body is lean and firm as he presses into mine. “I’ll take care of you, angel.”

My eyes close as I hear the nickname all over again. It’s full of love, hope, and promise. “Okay.” I shake my head. “This is not a yes.” 

Cameron pulls away and cups my face. “It’s not a no, neither.” He slants his lips over mine and my body goes limp in his arms. He holds me tight as he kisses me deeper, playing with my tongue, and reclaiming me.

He lifts me up and puts me on his desk as we continue to kiss. It’s passionate. It’s desperation. It’s love. We’re both greedy for each other and don’t want to stop. He takes control of the kiss and I gladly let him. 

He gently pulls on my hair and trails his tongue down my neck, lightly sucking on it. Moans escape my mouth as I feel my pussy becoming wetter with each moment. Cameron’s strong hands claim my thick thighs and pushes them open before he slides a finger inside my slick, wet pussy. 

I gasp. He smiles. 

“Angel missed me,” he taunts as he fingers me, “your tight cunt is so greedy for me, isn’t it?”

My mind went delirious as Cameron kept fingering me. My legs naturally opened wider to give him more access and I already knew it was a mistake. Once again, I was conceding to him. I’m robbed of any sanity as something wicked awakens within me. 

It’d been a year since I laid down with him, yet my body remembers it like yesterday. He knew how to stroke me, how to play my body like a finely tuned instrument that he’d memorized. 

I locked eyes with Cameron and shocked to see the emotion in his. His brown eyes darkened with lust as he kept fingering me. A free hand slips inside of my dress and pinches my breast through the bra. He manages to pull it out right before he suckles on it. 

Fuck, I love his mouth. I love how attentive he is to my needs and knows what I want before I can ask. His mouth feels so damn good on me and I don’t realize how much I missed him. How much I missed this. How much I need him inside me. 

Cameron opens my legs wider and pulls my panties off. He lowers himself down and stares at my snatch. “God, I missed this pussy.” He whispers before he pushed his tongue in, licking all of me. 

I gasped as my hips rode the rhythm of his tongue, begging for more. His long, pointy tongue flickered over my swollen clit, making me scream in the library. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the oak desk. The moans left my mouth nonstop as Cameron kept licking me, making me beg.

“Cameron…” I panted. “…please…” My breath came out in harsh, animalistic groans. His tongue flicked against my clit and my legs began to tremble. My feet curled into tight balls within my high heels as heat rose in my belly. 

The orgasm was quick, hard, and rippled through my entire body. Cameron, oh fuck…” I screamed his name as I climaxed all over his tongue. 

Cameron gives a sexy chuckle and kisses the inside of my thighs before he stood back up. I see the obvious outline of his hardened cock in his slacks but he’s not getting undressed or pulling it out. 

He removes my panties from my ankle and stuffs them in his pocket. He straightens his tie and helps me off the desk. “You’re moving in this weekend.” He looks into my eyes, caressing my lips with his fingers. “Just to be clear, it’s not a request.”

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Finesse is now LIVE!


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.


“Have you ever killed anyone?” Cameron is silent. He gave orders to kill those other men tonight, but I’m struggling to think if he’d ever pulled the trigger himself. I don’t know why I’m surprised. The way Cameron pointed the gun told me it wasn’t his first rodeo. 

“Why?” I shake my head. “Your dad is a U.S. Senator! You don’t need the money. You don’t need to do this.”

“I don’t,” he admitted, “but it’s a part of me.”

“And your dad?” I ask about the obvious elephant in the room. “What does your dad think about all of this? He has to know.”

Cameron glanced at me with serious eyes. “Who do you think is his biggest supplier to his friends in Congress?”

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#SundaySnippet: Finesse #amazon #nook #kindle #smashwords #wattpad

Author’s Note: This story was originally titled Finesse, but I don’t know if I’m keeping the title yet. It’ll be out next month. 



After my father died, I took over his coffee shop and thought everything ran smoothly. That was until the new owners decided to jack up my rent at an unbeatable cost. Just when I was about to close down the shops and let go of the employees, I received numerous checks to keep me afloat.

Everything was going well until he showed up. He as in my ex.

After I cashed the checks, he demanded the payment in full as he reminded me what he signed on the memos:

The first one: You.

The second one: Belong.

The third one: To.

The last and final one: Me.

I knew my guardian angel wasn’t that generous without some invisible and thick strings attached. He doesn’t want money; he wants me. Unless something stops him, he will have me.

Finesse is a standalone erotic novella that deals with long-lost love, forgiveness, and starting over.

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“Why did you choose that particular jewelry store?” I ask over dinner at Per Se.

Cameron swirls his wine glass as he watches the liquid slosh around. After our jewelry adventure, we went out to dinner at one of the most famous and exclusive restaurants in New York. We’ve dressed accordingly; Cameron is wearing a suit with an open collar. I’m wearing a bodycon dress with high heels.

We’re in a private room and it’s just the two of us. We have a private server that tends to us every ten minutes or so as we eat under dimmed light. It’s cozy and romantic. There’s no interruption of clinking glasses, chattering from other patrons, or rushed servers.

I can solely focus my attention on Cameron and study his reaction as I politely grill him about today’s events. After the jewelry store, we stopped by Sweet Nectar boutique where he laced me in tonight’s outfit, plus a few more for the weekend. I even got to meet the owner and creator, Soul Ellison.

Cameron takes a bite of his dinner and slowly chews it before he has a sip of wine. He meets eyes with me and I see small question marks appear within them as if he’s wondering how much he should reveal.

“I liked the jewelry and I was familiar with the store.” His voice is strangely calm and articulate as if he were giving a lecture. “Do you not like your bracelet?”

“No, I love it.” I quickly touch the jewelry I’m wearing. “It’s just…you were gone for a while in the back as I looked around the store.”

“I had some business I needed to take care of.” His voice is still calm and understated.

“The business from the plane?” I ask and Cameron blinks at me. I don’t know if I touched a nerve but he doesn’t seem in a rush to answer me.

“I don’t ever want you to worry about what I do when we’re together.” Every word comes out like a sentence. “I never want you to get tied up in whatever I’m doing.”

“But what is it that you’re doing?” It’s secretive, almost sneaky. Cameron wants me to know just enough but not a lot. I don’t know if it’s underhanded, but I wouldn’t be surprised.

His father is a well-known senator and who knows how many favors and polite threats he has made Cameron do on his behalf. Was that the game Cameron was playing? What about those dudes from mini-golf?

“I own a lot of businesses, Tay.” He re-emphasizes what he told me the first night we met. “And some of them are all over the country. Some are out. I have a lot of employees that I feed and house. It can be stressful.”

He still didn’t answer my question and I have a feeling he never will. Cameron also very politely told me in not-so-many words to mind my fucking business. Clearly, he’s doing well because my bracelet was five figures and Cameron paid that without blinking. I’m not a poor college student, nor am I starved to have a baller like Hayley.

I can’t shake the uneasiness about everything but I also can’t worry about it now. I have to grill Hayley when I get back. I know Que must’ve told her something. “Okay.” I drop the subject. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“Are you mad at me?” Cameron asks. His voice softened and there’s a genuine concern. “I apologize if I came off short.”

“No.” Mad? Not really. Very fucking uncomfortable is more honest. “I just wanted to know and you answered.” I smile as I sip my soda.

Cameron wipes his mouth and gets up from the table. He walks over to the window that’s practically a wall. “Beautiful, come here.”

I wipe my mouth and follow Cameron’s lead. I stand next to him and he quickly stands behind me and wraps his arms around me. The tension between us is gone and I feel safe and warm.

His muscular arms comfort me as I inhale his earthy cologne. He feels like heaven and everything I ever wanted. I’m pressed into his delectable body and feel the outline of his cock against my ass. “One day, beautiful,” he nibbles on my earlobe, “we’re going to own the world.”

I barely know Cameron. I just found out he likes coffee just a week ago. “You’re confident I’m the one.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re everything.” His deep voice purrs in my ear and my body promptly responds. “I want to share my world with you. I need you to trust me first. Trust that I’ll always take care of you. Trust that I don’t want you involved with my businesses. Trust it’s just me and you baby, forever.”

I slowly nod my head. Is Cameron full of it? I don’t know. Only time will tell. For now, I have to trust him and just stay out of his way when it comes to dealing with his numerous businesses.

And just hope for the best.

New York really was a city that never slept. I could still hear the faint sounds of angry horns and angrier drivers from our penthouse suite. The cacophony of citizens frantically hailing cabs, traipsing across the street without a care, and some working off having a few too many as friends carried them.

The flow of traffic didn’t stop even at eleven at night. It seemed to just get started as I saw various yellow cabs and private vehicles ease in and out of traffic like breathing. It was a whirlwind to witness, coming from a girl who never traveled past Atlanta. Now I was experiencing a whole new world.

After dinner, we went straight back to the hotel suite. Cameron went into another room to handle some more business while I took off my heels and turned on the radio. It was late at night but yet, the night felt young.

“Yearning for Your Love” blared through the Bose speakers and it put me in a sensual mood. Hearing Uncle Charlie’s voice sends me back to a carefree time – cookouts with my family, my Daddy, and uncles playing spades and dominoes for the umpteenth time because somebody cheated. The aunties in the kitchen gossiping about who did what and with whom. Me and my cousins watching whatever movie in somebody’s spare bedroom.

My body swayed from side to side as I released the tension of the day. I still felt uneasy with Cameron’s secrecy on what was going on but I couldn’t worry about that. We only had a couple more days in New York and then it was back to finals at Howard.

I have to admit, this was a pretty awesome birthday. One of the best I’ve ever had.

The station switched to “Sign Your Name” and my body instantly responds. My eyes close as I feel the rhythm wash over me, dancing in the soft moonlight, and without a care in the world.

Everything will be okay. Cameron says it will be and I have to believe him, even if I’m still not sure.

I turn around and see Cameron watching me from the distance. He’s off his phone and he’s leaning against the wall with his arms folded. I beckon him to join me and he removes his shirt to reveal a white tank top underneath. He leaves his slacks on and I’m kinda wishing he didn’t.

We dance together in the living room, our bodies pressed together as fingers are interlocked. This is the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone. Cameron’s heartbeat is in sync with mine and we’re staring into each other’s eyes. Just us, music, and opportunity.

Our breathing became shallower as the song progressed. We weren’t going to make it to the bedroom and that was fine by both of us. We softly kissed at first, tasting each other. Then it became an exchange of power and conceding to his demands.

Cameron picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the dining room table and sat me down, pulling my panties off, as he continued to kiss me. Slow, hot, and wet.

He stole my train of thought, my will to fight back, and replaced it with a desperate hunger that wanted more of those kisses everywhere. He faintly tasted of wine and some of the crème brulee dessert we shared.

Cameron’s slacks quickly came down and he slid his hard cock inside my aching, wet pussy. I gasped, he moaned. We moved in unison on the table as I held onto his neck. Unlike the plane sex, this time was hurried. Cameron was so deep inside my pussy, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Yet, it still wasn’t enough.

I fell apart in front of him, losing control when I felt his thumb circle my swollen clit. “Cameron…”

“Come all over my dick, baby girl.” He growled, pounding into me deeper and deeper.

I moaned and came harder than I ever had, my pussy quivering all over Cameron’s thick cock as he relentlessly pounded into me. I finally opened my eyes and watched Cameron fuck me.

His face morphed as he lost control. His lips were pursed and his face was full of agony; he wanted it to last but he wanted to come. He was barely holding on by a string and it was killing him.

“Taylor…” He violently came and his hips wildly hit against mine as he emptied his seed in me. He pressed his forehead against mine and breathed into me, coming back down to Earth.

We were raw, bare, and stripped. We stayed that for a long time before Cameron pulled out. He cleaned himself and me up before he carried me to our bedroom, where we made love again.

And I finally became an expert on giving head.


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Finesse will be out next month.


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#FlashFriday: Finesse #nook #kindle #amazon #smashwords #romance

This book finally has a title.


I took over my Daddy’s coffee shop after he died and thought everything ran smoothly. That was, until the new owners decided to jack up my rent at an unbearable cost.

Just when I was about to close down the shops and let go of the employees, I received numerous checks to keep me up float. Everything was going well until he showed up.

After I cashed the checks, he demanded the payment in full as he reminded me what he signed on the memos:

The first one: You.

The second one: Belong.

The third one: To.

The last and final one: Me.

I knew my guardian angel wasn’t that generous without some invisible and thick strings attached. He doesn’t want money; he wants me. Unless I have something to say about it, he will have me.



It’s clear to see why the Feds left Cameron alone. He doesn’t look like a drug dealer. There’s nothing about him or his boys that scream we’re the biggest drug cartel in Atlanta.

He’s wearing a V-neck shirt and jeans. On his feet are Jordans. He smells clean like soap, musk, and just plain man. His brown eyes are sparkling, as if he’s always up to no good. His lips are moisturized and silently begging me to kiss them.

There’s nothing flashy about Cameron. No huge diamond studs or ice on his wrists or teeth. He only has a wristwatch and knowing Cameron, it’s probably top of the line expensive.

He may be quiet with his flash, but it’s not that quiet with his money. He drives a modest BMW, if one could call those cars modest. He lives in a gated community in Buckhead, along with the other rich, white families.

Cameron looks like the typical rich white guy and I honestly think, that’s why he was able to beat every case the Feds have ever charged him with. Nothing could stick to him. No one was willing to testify against him.

And absolutely no one could believe Senator Page’s son was a ruthless drug lord.

He calmly sips his cappuccino before he tries the homemade biscuit with jam. “This is excellent.” He smiles. “Hayley made this?”

“I made it.” I reply. “My Daddy’s old recipe. Hayley made the jam, though. We created it together.”

“I need to pick up a jar for my mom, she’ll love it.” Cameron smiles and I see the slight dimples in his cheeks. Ugh. He knows how much I loved his dimples.

“I’ll make sure to send it to her.” I sip my tangerine tea. “Is there anything else I can help you with? I plan to pay you back in full.”

“I don’t want your money, baby girl. Your money is no good with me.” He shakes his head. “I wanted to talk to you about the terms of our arrangement.”

“The terms of our arrangement?” Every word comes out like a sentence. The back of my hair stands up. “I just told you I’ll pay you back in full. The shops are up and running like clockwork. You’ll get your money back in no time. I’ll take out a loan to pay you back.”

“The money wasn’t a loan. It was a gift and it should be treated as such.” His low voice comforts me like a blanket. “I’m installing cameras in your shops. Every time you go to the bank to make a deposit, you’ll have security detail to ensure nothing happens. If you take a day off, I need to know where you’re going and how long you’re going to be there. From this moment on, you’ll be escorted to the shops with my driver.”

Cameron is giving me direct orders, not suggestions. It’s also clear none of this is up for negotiation. “I thought I was my own woman?”

“I’m not stopping you from doing whatever it is you want to do, baby girl.” Cameron sips his cappuccino. “But I do think my terms are more favorable than you trying to pay off what’s not a loan.”

It doesn’t matter if I don’t want any part of whatever Cameron is doing; he’s going to make me a part of it, regardless. “Fine.”

“Paychecks will be sent out as normal and there will be no more interruptions. You don’t have to worry about being raided or the police frequenting here unless they’re just coming in to try these delicious biscuits.” He takes another bite and shakes his head. “So good.”

“I’m glad.” I fold my arms. “Anything else, boss man?”

Cameron finishes his cappuccino and blots his lips. “Where did we go wrong, Tay?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” This is the part where I really think this fool is wasting my time. “…the fact you chose the streets over your girl? Maybe that part.”

He rubs his five o’clock shadow and licks those kissable lips. I’m ignoring the soft thumping occurring in my panties. “Nothing is more important than you, Taylor.” His voice is low and so damn hot. He locks eyes with mine and my body shivers. “Absolutely nothing.”

“That’s not the point, Cameron.” I mention to him. “You were more devoted to your corners than to us.”

“That’s not true,” he shakes his head and the dark hair softly moves, “I treated you very well. Whatever you wanted, you got. Even if it was the useless shit I didn’t think you needed, you still got.”

“Please stop trying to sweet talk to me. I’m getting hot and bothered.” I roll my eyes. He laughs at my annoyance and once again, the thought of whether to fight or fuck him occurs in my brain.

“I always took care of you, Tay. I always will.” He purrs as a spark flew between us. He grabs my fingers and I don’t stop him. His hand is just as soft and smooth as I remembered. “Everyone knows what the deal is between us. Everyone knows who you are and what you mean to me. Nothing will ever happen to you.”


Finesse will be out later this month. Chapters will be posted on wattpad.