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“Yo ass,” Maximus groaned, pinning Eden to the back of the elevator. “Surprising me like this. Looking like this, smelling like this.”

Eden giggled then moaned at the sensation of his hand palming her ass. “We cannot put on a show on this elevator. Hit P.”

Maximus, still gripping her right breast and ass, grumbled against her skin. “The room is on twenty-two.”

“Oh, nah, baby, it’s your birthday, penthouse,” she spoke, biting her lip. “Hurry up before someone walks-”

The elevator glided shut only to be stopped by a guest at the hotel. Maximus, unrelenting in letting his girl go, looked over his shoulder and hissed, “You see I’m busy, right? Get yo’ ass off.”

Eden peeked around his shoulder and softly snickered.

The middle-aged man didn’t appear Ganton Hills, born and raised.

He observed the scene, Maximus’ grip on Eden’s thigh.

Eden boxed between his body and the wall.

The squaring of his shoulders. The man tugged at his tie and cleared his throat before slowly backing off the elevator.

“Get yo freak ass on,” Maximus growled, hitting the button to close the doors and then P to take them straight to their room until Eden returned to Waynesville.

Off the elevator, Eden wrapped her hand around Maximus’ and led him inside. Thirty-three black balloons with black ribbons tied to them, each bearing a love note, affirmation, or a prayer.

“Eden,” he hummed, catching the gifts on each.

On the dining room table, next to the panoramic window, was a cake, a box, and a book labeled On Sight.

“You outdoing yourself. I don’t know which one I want first.”

Eden chuckled and pulled out the seat. “Sit down. There’s an order to these.”

Maximus took a seat and pulled Eden down with him. “What you got for me?”

“First, Poppi’s cream cheese pound cake, compliments of Davina letting me use her kitchen. So that’s something from the past. For the present, the book. For your thoughts, your prayers, your fears, your pain, and your uncertainty, but also for your victories. All of them.”

“What’s in the box?” he mused.

Eden picked up the black box and handed it to me. “For your future. Time is infinite. No more focusing on the time you lost, only on the time that’s ahead.”

Maximus took the box and opened it, exposing a custom piece, black diamonds outlining the face and the wrist. The face was opal, holding a platinum 3W that matched his pendant.

He mused over it all for a long moment before swiping his hand over his face. Schooling his emotions, he gripped her chin and clashed their mouths together.

Eden muttered between his passionate kisses and nips to her lips, “When you put the gun on the dresser at night, I want the watch right next to it.”

He rumbled. “Heard you.”

His lips traveled from her face to her neck to her breasts. “Come up out this muthafucka. It’s couture?”

Eden smirked, amused at how he remembered what pieces were what. “Yes, tug the zipper.”

She stood so he could unzip her. The dress fell to the floor, and the fabric puddled around her feet. Eden’s growing breasts, belly, and ass were on display. He’d already removed the thong in the JoyRide over and stuffed it into his pocket.

“Got damn, E. You look good as fuck, baby,” he groaned, leaning forward to kiss her belly before placing her atop the table. “I can have my cake now?”

“Yes,” she hummed, her hands gliding across his shoulders.

Hooking her thighs, he dived face first into her center. Moaning, groaning, licking sucking, slurping, kneading his fingers in and out of her wetness.

“Max Baby.” Eden’s moans rose to the ceiling and resounded through the space.

“Mhmm. Fuckin’ honey,” he groaned, balancing her on the edge until he got his fill.

He sat back in the throne-like chair, his erection tenting his pants. Eden, still in a haze, panting and licking her lips, wiggled off the table and gripped his dick through his pants before proceeding to the balcony.

Maximus followed, a devilish grin on his face, finding Eden kneeling on the patio furniture.

“I watched that video over and over again. Fun night.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, best cold of my life.”

“Mmhmm, drop those and come here.”

Maximus wasted no time undressing and moving closer to Eden.

She reached out and grabbed his dick, kissing the tip before making it disappear and reappear. Saliva running down her chin, slurping and gulping, coaxing his milk to coat her throat.

He gripped her hair, thrusting his hips, biting his lip, groaning her name, inhaling the scent of her. “Eden, Eden, Eden.”

“Mmhmm,” she buzzed, knowing exactly who she was and what she was doing to her man. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Ass up. Hold on to the back of the chair.”

Eden licked him clean down his shaft to his balls before turning around.

Maximus pushed inside and shivered. “Fuckin’ missed this pussy.”

“Did you?” Eden taunted, squeezing her walls around him as tightly as she could. “Make me feel that shit, papa.”

Gripping her waist, his strokes were long and slow. “Mm, papa? That shit gon’ have you walking funny when you get back home.”

“You know I’m a little Trae Way bitch with a Trae Way switch,” she groaned, throwing her ass back to match his strokes.

“Muhfuckin’ right, mama. Muhfuckin’ right.”

As long as she could take his powerful thrusts, she did.

Eden couldn’t remember when she passed out, but now that the sun was breaking the horizon, she was thankful to be tucked in his hold.

Every inch of her ached with a delicious pain that reminded her senses of how he chanted her name and touched her.

“Don’t move,” he grumbled. “Stay here. I only got a few more hours to hold you.”

“You act like you missed me.”

“E,” he tiredly groaned. “You don’t get it.”

“Wanna tell me?”

“You embedded into my right side. I know you’re going to be right there.

Even when I’m at the house, I know you're somewhere around. Whether it be your scent or your touch. You show up right when I need some grounding. Being out here without you is hard. And I can’t understand how I did time and was cool.

You not being around me for days on end feels like a bid. I don’t like that shit.”

“You want me to stay until it’s time to start shooting again? Hm?”

He groaned. “I’m not trying to lose my cool either if something happens to you.”

“Brody and Keon are here, I’ll be fine. Ganton Hills and Whitestone, I can do those four shows and head back. If you need me, say you need me, baby.”

“I need you, E.”

She kissed his chest. “Then I’m staying. I got to get clothes, but I’m staying.”

“Take my card and get what you need. You done spent all this money on me.”

“What else am I supposed to do with it?”

“Spend it on you. I got the house, the baby shit, whatever else you need.”

“Mm, being that your DNA is living inside of me, you’re a part of me, and I’ll spend this money how I want. But I hear you.”

“Good ‘cause you fucked the strength out of me.”

Maximus patted over to the nightstand. “Breakfast and clothes in that order, we’re not leaving until we got to go to sound check.”

It’d been four weeks since Maximus started his tour.

He left her with a dog who wouldn’t let her out of his sight.

Security around the clock and a personal chef all ensured that Maximus’ absence wasn’t too hard to adjust to.

He made it a point to talk to her three times a day, and he even flew in for a thirty-minute checkup.

They found out the gender, got in a much-needed quickie, went to lunch, and Eden dropped him back off at the airport in a tearful departure.

Now that filming was on a two week break, she was going to fly in and pop up on him.

Offer him some emotional relief. While Maximus slept on and off in the room, she perused the looks the stylist had delivered only moments ago.

The balloons still hung under the ceiling.

Racks of clothes and shoes lined the bare wall of the living room.

“Tonight’s look let’s do the camo cargos, that black top, and the bucket hat. He has a club appearance tonight?”

“Yeah, VIP after party,” the stylist shared.

“Where’s that Trae Way jersey and black jeans?”

“What about you?” the stylist questioned.

Before Eden could answer, Maximus rubbed. “After the concert? Sweats. She’s coming back here to rest.”

Eden frowned. “Didn’t you ask me to stay?”

“I did, but that club tonight ain’t like the Beat Factory. Ain’t doing it, E.”

The stylist rumbled. “The man has spoken.”

“He has. Since you’re calling all the shots, Trae Way, come pick out these shoes,” Eden replied, grabbing her water and sitting down.

“You got your clothes?” Maximus quizzed.

Eden yawned and pointed to her rack. “Thank you.”

“Mm, all that yawning. I told you to stay in bed.”

“Things needed to be done, babe, and I gave Staysha the morning off.”

Maximus chose his shoes, walked the stylist out, and moved to the couch to pull Eden into his lap. Tiredly, she muttered, “How much time do I have to lay here?”

“Three more hours,” he shared, kissing her face.

“I’m going to take every second of it. This baby does not like being flipped and folded.”

“Little bean needs to know that’s how it got in there.”

“Mmhmm. Tell me how the show is going to run tonight.”

“Mannn, that shit is going to be huge. And Trio G. Stick close to Brody tonight, you know how these niggas in GH get down,” he spoke, pulling her toward the bed. “You need to eat before I put your leg over me?”

“I ate twice already. I can eat again when I get up.”

Carrying her back to the room, Maximus removed his shirt and sweats and then removed her oversized t-shirt and baggy sweats. “Give me that leg.”

“Don’t forget to read your affirmations before you go, she hummed, cuddling into him.

“Three hours, so when I wake up, I’m eating you, then going to feed you.”

“Music to my ears. The sickness is going away, and the horniness is kicking in and I don’t want our baby coming out with a stutter.”

“Yo! Eden, please.” He laughed. “What?”

“That rose is no joke, I didn’t want the baby affected, so I’ve been suffering. I need my dick. Rested, though, I can wait.”

Maximus quieted his laughter. “If it’s any consolation, this is the last tour you’re not on. Ain’t have your scent, your touch, your motivational speeches in person. I need all that.”

“I need you too. Happy I stayed. What’s on the schedule before the show?”

“Ohh, not you all in my business,” he joked. “I’m soundin’ like you. That shit is crazy.”

“You are my business. Heard me?”

“Yo ass. You right, though. I got an interview at WSV. Hit up David and Daniel for some bud for the shop. One last sound check and then show time.”

“I love show time,” Eden spoke with a yawn.

“Admit you were feeling a nigga before I got out.”

Eden fake snored.

“Aight, one day you gon admit to being a stalker. Just like me.”

Eden smirked and popped an eye open. “No one is you.”

“Oh, so you woke up for that?”

Eden closed her eyes and went back to fake snoring.

“Heard you.”