Page 34 of When Love Takes Over
“We don’t know each other.”
“That’ll come with time. I didn’t plan to bring up the proposal again, but since you brought it up, it makes me think you’re considering it.”
“I’m not.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What you believe doesn’t matter. This whole situation is getting messy. Maybe you should take me back to the hotel, and we can forget this weekend ever happened.”
“I’ll never forget how your pussy lips felt against my tongue, how it felt grinding against my leg, or how your warm, soft hand felt wrapped around my dick.”
“Kenzo—”
I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers before she said something to ruin the moment. She didn’t resist as I pulled her closer and slipped my tongue into her mouth. My hands traveled down to her ass, and I pressed my erection against her stomach.
We kissed with an intensity and passion I’d never experienced, and I wanted to lay her out in the middle of the floor and devour her. Unfortunately, the intercom buzzed, interrupting us, and my mother’s voice filled the room.
“Kenny, are you awake?”
Malyah was startled and pulled away. Begrudgingly, I went to the wall where the intercom was located and pressed the button to respond to my mother.
“What’s up, Ma?”
“Oh, good. Get dressed and join us for breakfast. We need to talk.”
“Give me twenty minutes.”
“Ten minutes,” she countered.
I sighed in annoyance as I turned to find Malyah’s eyes on me.
“I can take an Uber if you can’t take me home,” she offered.
“Hell no. You can come up with me.”
“Absolutely not.” She refused adamantly.
“Why not? It’s no big deal.”
“First of all, I look a mess. Secondly, absolutely not. I’ll call an Uber.”
“What did I say, Malyah? Wait for me, and I’ll take you home . . . please.”
“Okay.”
I went to my bedroom, showered, and dressed in joggers and a T-shirt. Malyah was on the couch, flipping through the channels when I returned.
“This shouldn’t take long. I’ll bring you some food down, and you can eat before we leave.”
She nodded, and I headed upstairs with a few oatmeal cookies in tow. My family wasn’t in the kitchen, so I put the cookies on the counter and followed their voices to the dining room. We usually only ate in the dining room when we had company, so I wasn’t surprised to see we had guests.
“Kenny! There you are,” my mother sang. “Do you remember Lasandra and her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Hardy?”
“Good morning, everyone. Umm, no. I don’t recall ever meeting them. It’s nice to meet all of you.”
The family stood as I approached them to shake their hands.
“It’s nice to meet you,” each of them said as our hands connected briefly.
