Page 32 of Kove and Xiah

“I want more than your pussy, Xi, so yeah, I’m going to keep you here for as long as I can and accept whatever you’re willing to offer while you kick it with me.”

Our food arrived and I was grateful Kove decided answering the door in his briefs might not have been the best decision so he put on his sweats from last night, accepted the three trays of food, and I enjoyed what possibly could have been the best breakfast I had ever had in my life.

Blueberry Belgium waffles topped with blueberry preserves and syrup, perfectly cooked, fluffy, scrambled cheese eggs, and sausage links that came out of the pan about two seconds before being considered burnt. Exactly the way I liked them.

My tastebuds and stomach both agreed with being held captive. Now full and still feeling the blissful reminders of the way he worked my body last night, all I could think of doing was escaping to my apartment, taking a hot shower, and curling up on my sofa to recoup the sleep I wasn’t allotted last night.

But my oh my was the reason for my lack of sleep so very worth it…

“Breakfast was superb. Sex last night was superb times ten but I really do need to go.”

Kove lifted his massive hand and pushed his spiral curls from his face. I was somewhat jealous of how beautiful his curl pattern was because I imagined he didn’t do a damn thing to maintain it while my multi blend of 4B and 4c coils, although beautiful when at their prime, required a lot of love and care to whip into a presentable shape.

“You got plans?”

I ran through my previous thoughts of what my day would look like then nodded seconds before I told a lie. “Yes, work.”

There, he can’t refute that.

“It’s Saturday?”

My head was moving once more to agree. “It is but you do realize weekend viewings are prime for most people because of work and all.”

“How many do you have?”

“Two?”

“What time?”

“Two,” I blurted, then followed up with, “The first one is at two.”

He smiled sexily and lifted the tablet next to him. After he tapped the screen, dropped his eyes briefly, the device left his incredibly large hand and was tossed on the cushion beside him.

“It’s eight, which means you have a couple hours.”

“I live thirty minutes from here and still have to shower, dress, and…”

“Where you live?”

I frowned and blinked at him. “I don’t think we’re at the ‘where do you live’ stage. That’s not what this is. We had sex…”

“And you thanked me so I’m going to assume that means it was decent enough for you to consider doing it again.”

Oh God yes…

“We’re not doing that again.”

The smile he delivered which had my pussy quietly speaking on my behalf argued in protest.

“Aight, so we’re not at the ‘where do you live’ stage but I have to admit this shit is unfairly imbalanced. You know where I live.”

“I sold you the house.”

“Doesn’t matter how the knowledge was acquired. You still have the upper hand but we’ll leave that shit alone for now. You have a couple hours before you have to leave, so let me hook some shit up for you.”

“Hook what up?”

He lifted the tablet and began tapping the screen. “I told you last night, my goal for getting this suite wasn’t sex. You wanted to enjoy the spa here. They have my card on file so you can bill whatever you want to the room. They got a lot of shit on here. Pick whatever you want.”