Page 19 of A Million Boss Kisses

“Nah, sit back and let me take care of you. You said you already had a long day. You should’ve taken me up on my massage earlier instead of trying to act hard.”

“Oh, I wasn’t acting,” I snickered, turning back towards the couch.

Yaseer laughed, passing me the lemon drop. I silently sipped on the drink and nodded in approval. “You must’ve been a bartender in your past life.”

“I was a masseuse in my past life, too, so if you want, I can give you a massage when you finish your drink.”

“Aht aht. Won’t get me undressed in front of you,” I declined. “Plus, I said no touching.”

“You said no touching unless you say so and I asked for consent.” Yaseer shook his head. “Why are you staying at a hotel?”

“I don’t live in Miami, I only came home for a doctor’s appointment, and I’m headed back home in the morning.”

“Where is home?”

“You were already all up in my business, you should know this already.”

“I’ll find out. You don’t have to worry about that.”

I finished my drink while Yaseer drank the vodka on ice. After another lemon drop, I was ready to shower and lay down. “I’m going to shower and sleep in the bed. I guess you’ll be taking the couch.”

“As long as you’re in my presence I don’t mind,” he commented, standing from the couch. He rolled my suitcase into the master bedroom and came out with a few of his things. I walked past him but halted his stride when I grabbed his hand.

“You’re dangerous, but I like it,” I murmured, the words rolling off my tongue before I had the chance to talk myself out of it.

Rising onto my tippy toes, I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

When I pulled back, Yaseer grinned and dragged his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking the gloss from it, savoring the brief taste of me.

My breath hitched, and I turned quickly, scurrying into the bedroom and locking the door behind me.

I exhaled deeply, heart racing. Even that simple peck was earth shattering.

From the moment I discovered Yaseer existed, I knew he was trouble.

I took a long shower to get my hormones in order and handled my hygiene before emerging from the bathroom. Opening the bedroom door I found the common areas empty. Yaseer was sitting on the balcony smoking a blunt, peering at the beautiful ocean view.

“This shit is almost as serene as you,” he complimented before taking a long pull from his blunt. “You want to hit it?”

“No thank you, I don’t smoke.”

He nodded and exhaled the weed smoke. Even that gesture was sexy to me. Yaseer stood and walked back inside, and I followed behind him. “I have an early flight in the morning.”

“I guess that means you trying to go to sleep. I’ll be quick in the bathroom,” he noted.

“I’d appreciate that,” I bubbled, going to grab the cheesecake for a slice.

I devoured my cheesecake while calling my boys on a group FaceTime call.

“Yoooooo,” Lil Q entered the call first.

“Are you at home?” I questioned the moment I noticed his bedroom in the background.

“Yeah.”

“You’re supposed to be staying with Jury and Tech while I’m out of town ,” I rolled my eyes.

“I went and ate dinner over there, but I’m sleeping in my own bed. I don’t need a babysitter. You gotta let me grow up.”

“Wassup mama,” Quincy came on the phone with a big grin on his face.

“Hey Quincy. What got you smiling so big?”

“I been waiting for you to call. Look at this,” he turned the camera around, and I spotted a large black duffle bag sitting on his bed along with a fresh pair of cleats, a jersey, and a stack of other team-branded gear still in plastic.

“Yaseer Haynes had a whole gear drop delivered to my apartment. Hat gloves, even a custom jersey with my name on it like I already signed.”

The joy in his tone was a complete juxtaposition from when we spoke the night that video went viral. Quincy flipped the camera back to himself and, the cheshire grin matched his tone as he read the card. “ The Rays offered a Luxury Suite at any home game, plus a private workout.”

“That’s amazing,” I clapped, excited to see Quincy in good spirits again.

“That’s not even the best part, Ma! Yaseer Haynes personally sent me an apology letter. Had my stats listed out and everything, like he’d been watching me the entire season.”

“See, I told you not to sweat what that fuck nigga had to say. You are a fucking beast once that bat in your hands,” Lil Q encouraged his brother.

“Q, do you have a shirt I can sleep in?” Jameera’s voice in the background caught my attention. Lil Q’s face instantly dropped; he knew he was caught.

“Lil Q!” I screeched.

“You straight?” Yaseer questioned, stepping out of the bedroom.

“Who the fuck is that in your hotel room?” Lil Q inquired.

I quickly hung up the FaceTime call and texted his ass.

Me: I know you don’t have Jameera staying the night at my house while I’m out of town! You didn’t need a babysitter, I wanted you with Tech and Jury because yo ass always up to something.

Lil Q: Nah, you not slick. I heard a nigga in your hotel room and it wasn’t Pops.

Me: UGHHHHHH! Go take Jameera home!

Lil Q: Just as soon as you take that nigga in your hotel room home.

Me: Wait until I get back home!

Lil Q: Make sure you don’t get pregnant while you down there being grown!

I burst out laughing and locked my phone because Lil Q was going to make my grey hair start coming in.

“I’m fine. Just heading to bed because I’m exhausted and I have an early flight. I need to get back home to my son,” I rolled my eyes.

“Alright, good night, beautiful.”

“Good night, Yaseer,” I waved as I walked past him.

“Damn, no good night kiss?”

“Nope.”

“What about a hug?” He questioned with his welcoming arms open.

“You do not have my consent to hug me,” I declined. “But you don’t have to sleep on the couch. You can sleep in the bed, but stay on your side.”

“Nah, I’mma respect your space. I got the couch.”

I slipped into the bed and melted into the plush mattress, exhaustion dragging me around by my little edges since I had that last lemon drop.

Sleep came instantly, but it didn’t last long.

I woke up breathless from a dream so vivid that it blurred the lines of reality.

My thighs were damp, my body humming, and for a second, I swore I could still feel Yaseer’s touch.

Dreams like that didn’t come to me. When I did dream, it was usually some random, nonsensical bullshit I forgot as soon as my eyes popped open. But this one? I could recall every filthy second of it.

I was back in my bathtub with the jets going and my hands between my legs, but this time, Quinten didn’t interrupt.

It was Yaseer. And instead of me storming out of the bathroom, I let Yaseer climb in and take me to pound town.

He took his time devouring me before gracing my insides with that thick dick I felt pressing against my ass earlier.

My coochie was throbbing to a point that I didn’t put up a fight.

While my body was craving, I was going to give in to her desires.