Page 140 of Perfect Rhythm

“When’s the wedding?”

I let out a soft laugh and glanced toward the night sky. “See what happens when you give them a little taste?

Shade smirked. “Hell yeah.”

We didn’t answer the question. Instead, we turned toward each other and did what we did best…turn heads and stir chaos.

I cupped Shade’s face, running my tongue over his lips while he grabbed a handful of my ass like he had every right to.

The camera flashes popped like fireworks.

The next thing I knew, Shade bent me over in front of him and pretended to hit it from behind. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t stop myself.

For them, it was a show. For us? Just another fun night as a couple in love.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Shade shouted, purposely turning away before anyone could get a shot of his dick poking from his jeans. “Time to get this fine ass woman home.”

“Mmhmm, I bet,” someone muttered.

Trace opened the door for us, and we slid inside.

“Damn, that was a live bunch tonight,” Shade said, loosening the collar around his neck. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,”

“You sure? I know I probably went a little overboard with all the?—”

“I promise I’m fine.” I climbed onto his lap just as the car started moving out of the parking lot.

“Can y’all chill for one night?” Trace said over his shoulder. “We’ll be at the crib in ten damn minutes.”

I giggled, knowing that he was sick of our antics.

We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. No place was off limits.

“My bad, I’ll wait.”

“You don’t have to wait on shit,” Shade snapped as he squeezed my ass and looked over my shoulder at Trace. “If shewants to fuck me right here, she canandshe will. Just keep your eyes on the road like usual.”

Trace shook his head.

“Now, where were we?” Shade slid one hand into my hair and dipped the other beneath my dress.

The softness of his touch made me shiver, and a tingling sensation radiated through me as he slid my panties to the side.

My hips rotated slowly, pleased with the feeling of him gaining entry between my slick folds.

“Baby,” I panted softly, “let’s give the guys a break. I’m sure they’re tired of listening to me moan every time we get in the car.”

“I suggest they get earplugs then.” He slid his fingers deeper. “This is my pussy, and I’ll make it purr whenever and wherever I want to.”

I let out a shaky breath, pressing my forehead against his shoulder as he traced lazy circles over my clit with his thumb.

“Baby, you can’t do that,” I whispered. “You’re going to make me cum so fucking quick.”

“Cum baby. I’ll make you do it over and over again later.”

I swear this man had the key to everything about me. He knew how to make me unravel in just a matter of seconds. Then, just like that, he would put me back together and make me lose it all over again. It was a cycle that stayed on repeat, and I didn’t want it to ever change.