Make You Mine by Niobia Bryant

bed.
    This was a dangerous dance Caress and he were doing. His move to pick her up was innocent but in an instant it had changed. Switched. Flipped.
    Pregnant or not, Caress was still sexy as hell.
    He was fighting it…but he wanted her. He was curious to know if it would be just as good as that night. Or maybe even better?
    That had to be impossible.
    Caress living under the same roof with him was a wreck to his senses.
    Of course the scent of her perfume wafting through the house messed with both of his heads.
    Of course walking by the bathroom and hearing her in the shower evoked erotic images.
    Of course the sight of her breasts near spilling out of one of those damn spaghetti strapped tanks she loved so damn much made him dumbstruck like a horny teenager.
    He felt like a horny teenager anyway—he hadn’t had sex since the sexy flight attendant he met while en route to Africa and four months was a record for him. Plus Caress had singed her memory into his brain and his body was calling for more—even if his brain told him “don’t you do it.”
    Caress. Beautiful, exotic, complicated, sexy as hell, Caress. He felt his dick stir between his thighs and slightly tent the towel.
    Knock knock .
    Julius looked over to the door as he loosened the towel over his growing erection. “Come in,” he ordered, opening his legs wider so that hopefully his arousal wasn’t revealed.
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    His bedroom door opened slowly. He looked up from where he sat. His eyes smoldered as the sight of Caress stepping into the doorframe.
    She wore nothing except for a sequined pair of sandals and a sultry smile.
    His eyes took in everything. Missed nothing.
    Her beautiful face free of makeup.
    Her petite but shapely frame.
    Her small but plump breasts with the darkest and fullest nipples and aureoles.
    Her wide hips made for a man’s hands.
    The soft ebony curls covering her plump mound.
    His dick surged even more with heat and strength, pressing against his towel.
    Caress walked into the room slowly, crossing one shapely leg in front of the other as she brought that sexy little body to him like she had nothing else to do in the world.
    â€œSay you don’t want me…I dare you,” she said softly as she straddled his hips with ease on the bench.
    Julius breathed in and out deeply as he looked into her eyes. “I can’t,” he admitted, as his eyes dropped down to drink in the sight of her breasts.
    He swallowed over a sudden lump in his throat at the sight of her nipples hard like pebbles as they pointed at him. Tempting him. Calling him.
    Caress brought her hands up to trace a hot trail from the top of his strong thighs up to the back of his head. With her other hand she gently lifted one of her breasts before guiding his head toward her. She purred as she stroked her nipple against his mouth.
    His tongue darted out to lick it…
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    â€œJulius…Julius…why the hell you looking at me like that?”
    He shook his head and the hot image of Caress on his lap disappeared like a mist. Instead there was Kendrick standing over him. “Damn,” Julius said softly, wiping his mouth with his hands as reality sunk in.
    â€œMan. Throw some clothes on before Tamara thinks we on the damn down-low or some shit,” Kendrick complained, before he turned and left the room.
    Julius could only shake his head. Even in his daydreams Caress was hard as hell to resist.

Chapter Eight
    Tamara licked the back of her card and then stuck it to her forehead with a “Bam!” before she then slapped it on the center of the card table. “Can y’all handle that?” she asked Caress and Julius, pointing to the ten of hearts. “Ain’t nothing they can do with it, baby,” she said, turning to Kendrick.
    Caress and Julius eyed each other from across the table.
    There was nothing worse than a cocky whist player.
    Caress shook her head shamefully when Julius tossed out