Page 36 of His Favorite Felon

“A boyfriend?” I continued.

“Hell no, and stop playing with me, Justice.” He mugged me hard as hell.

“An STD?”

“Aye yo’ Justice! What the fuck?” He massaged his temple with one hand.

“I’m asking because you making this face!” I mimicked his face, imitating a deer that had just seen bright lights.

He stared at me for another long second. Then his shoulders dropped.

“Never mind.”

I narrowed my eyes. “No. Absolutely not. You don’t get to hit me with ‘there’s something I need to tell you’ and then say never mind.”

“It wasn’t important.” He shrugged.

“Lie again. You looked like you were about to confess to a murder.”

He gave me a humorless smile, and that familiar feeling came back—something just wasn't right, even if I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. Before I could ask him about it, Chance gently took my hand.

“Fine, I just wanted to tell you that even though I haven’t kept promises before, I swear I won’t leave you again. Unless you want me to go. I’m rocking with you.”

My chest tightened at his promise. “Don’t promise me stuff like that.”

“I mean it.” He looked so fucking believable, but I be damned if I gave in and just trust him that easily.

He slowly moved his face towards mine until our lips briefly touched. It was as if he was waiting for me to give him permission or to meet him halfway, so that’s what I did. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I met him halfway. Bringing my lips to meet his. We kissed like two long lovers who finally reunited, but he pulled away first.

“I think I’ma head out. I need to shower last night off me, and I have some errands I need to run.”

“Oh.” It came out like a disappointed oh but that wasn’t my intention, so I tried to play it cool. “Oh, okay, cool. I thought you’d expect pussy after the money I blew through or at least breakfast, but I get it.”

I moved fast, removing myself from his lap. He wasted no time before standing with me. Instantly, he stood and turned me so that the back of my knees were pressed against the bed. He pressed himself against me and bent down to speak in my ear.

“I don’t need you deciding when or what form of currency to pay me in,” he spoke in a low, controlled tone.

“The way you rubbed yourself on me all night, I know exactly what the fuck it is, but I’m also a gentleman. Which is reserved only for women I see a future with. And you, Ms. Kingsley. I want to take my time with you. I want to earn hearing you moan my name. Do you understand?”

The more he spoke, the more I was turned on. And this wasn’t one-sided either. His front was pressed directly to my front, and I felt his dick twitch on my low abdomen because of our height difference. I forced myself to exhale when, in this moment, I wanted nothing more than to climb him like a tree and rub my cat all over him.

“I asked you a question,” he spoke, pulling me out of my train of thought.

I nodded my answer.

“Naw, open that pretty and smart mouth of yours. Tell me you understand that I want to lick every crevice and hole on your body. I want to paint you in my essence. I want everyone to know you belong to me, but in due time.”

“Chance,” I said breathlessly. He smirked.

He backed away to give me some much-needed space. “Go shower. I’ma get us some breakfast before I leave.”

Controlling my breathing, I asked. “You sure you don’t want me to cook?”

“Trouble, would you let me be the man and take care of you?”

“Fine.” I headed to the bathroom and closed the door, finally able to breathe freely. When I looked in the mirror, my cheeks were a dark pink.

“Ugh,” I sighed. He probably thinks I’m easy or that I’m pressuring him, which, duh, was the case. Two things could be true. I just didn’t want him to know it, and I also did want to pay him back.