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Forever I’m Yours – ShanicexLola – 11/26


Melody barged through the door of my office throwing questions, comments and concerns at my head. She was talking too quickly for me to sufficiently understand—moving her hands too rhythmically for me to keep up with. 

There was one mind-blowing thing that couldn’t be mistaken… 

She was fucking beautiful.

Today, she was completely covered. The long-sleeved, beige dress she wore flowed to her ankles and stopped right above her ankle-black strapped heels. Melody’s curves refused to be hidden. They showed out regardless of her attire. 

Spears couldn’t expect me to focus this way. 

“You don’t know how to knock?” I interrupted her theatrics to ask. 

Really, I’d interrupted her so that she could stop talking and breathe.

“Oh. My fault.” She backtracked to leave. I would have to ban that dress! The way her ass poked out in it should have been forbidden.

Three faint knocks at the door made me chuckle. People around the office called me an asshole, but she was coming for my spot with that move.

“Come in, Hinton,” I said. She stormed in once more, rolling her scenic eyes in the process. 

“I don’t understand how these people expect us to pull these numbers off.” She waved a document above her head, frustrated. “They want us to perform a miracle for some ball-point pens.”

“Have a seat.” I nodded toward one of the swivel chairs in front of my desk.

“I can’t sit.” She panicked. Deep sighs and aggravated scoffs filled the air on her behalf. “I am…”

“Too emotionally involved with the project,” I finished her statement for what I took it as. “Take a seat for me, Hinton.”

Melody,” she corrected me with a lethal side-eye.

I smiled as she plopped down in the seat directly ahead of me. Something about irritating her turned me on. I was up for whatever I could bring out of her.

“Melody. We do what we can.”

“That’s it?” She folded her arms across her chest, pouting like I’d killed a life-long dream of hers.

“What else you want?” I asked, willing to give her whatever it was.

Whatever. It. Was.

Silence fell between us for a few moments. I analyzed her beauteous features, amused at how skillfully she ignored my eyes.

“Nothing,” she mumbled and stood to leave.

I wanted to let her go. I even tried shrugging her off the second she headed for the door. Temptation struck me instead, bringing me to my feet. “Shut the door,” I commanded.

“Excuse me?” She turned around to face me.

“With you in the room. Shut the door.” If I was wrong, I would accept every consequence that came with what I was about to do. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t have been wrong. 

The way she slammed the door, backed into it, and then stared at me lustfully told me that I wasn’t wrong at all.

Never Had it Like This – Lex C – 11/27


“I almost got married once.” I raised a brow, unsure where the hell that came from.

“Me too,” I countered.

“Oh-okay.” Sounding disappointed, she asked, “Really?”

“Hell no, I told you I don’t do shit like this.” Playfully kissing my teeth, I admitted, “I just wanted to see you scrunch up your face like that. Why are you telling me you were almost married?”

“Because I don’t want you to think I’m some hoe. I actually haven’t done anything like what I did last night since him.”

“You didn’t even have sex with me, so stop trippin’.  None of that shit even matters. I like what I like. Want what I want. Never wanted anybody’s p*y like I want yours and nothing’s changing that.”

“Do you want more than that? I-I mean, not with me, but eventually. With someone, or just, like, no. Not your thing? I mean do you date? Do you cheat?”

“Slow your roll, pretty. I’ve never really had time to date, or cheat. What the fuck is the point in getting in a relationship with one person if you want two, or three, or four? That shit makes no sense.”

“So, you want multiple women?”

“That’s not what I said. I want you, Yazlin. No one else.”

“You want my p*y.”

“I want you, Yazlin. Period.” 

“Then drive faster, Macier.” Her crossing her legs let me know exactly what my words were doing to her, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t push a hundred on the dash.

The One He Needs – A. Marie Johnson – 11/28


“So you gon’ act like you know a nigga today or what, Bria?” Keyon asked as soon as he approached me.

I hadn’t seen him since the night I gave him my number after he all but forced me to put my p*y on his face because we were both drunk and horny as hell, but that didn’t stop him from pulling me into him like I was his woman. Keyon wrapped one of his arms around my waist while his other one reached up to allow his fingers to caress the side of my face. Unwillingly, I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes immediately. Flashbacks of his thick and gentle fingers sweetly circling around my clit ran through my mind and my panties instantly moistened.

“See what I mean? You do all that fronting but cum in your panties as soon as you see a nigga again. You wild as fuck, baby.” Keyon’s low chuckles made my eyes pop back open and I cleared my throat.

Removing his arm from around my waist, I rolled my eyes at him and folded my arms across my chest.

“Boy, you talk too much damn shit for my liking. You know it would never be that easy for you to bring me to pleasure, Key. Now, what do you want? I have things to do.” I tried to sound as convincing and tough as possible and that only made Keyon laugh even more.

“Let me check that out for myself then, Bria. Come walk with me,” he said and extended his hand to me.

For a few moments, I simply stared at the light-skinned pretty boy standing before me.

Please don’t get it twisted, though, because although Keyon looked pretty on the outside there was nothing but a straight up savage beast on the inside of him. He was the perfect mix of hood and gentleman, and that on its own made my panties grow even wetter.

Every Kind of Way – A. Jones – 11/29


I climbed out of the bed and stared at Demetri, “What are you doing?”

Leaning on one arm he said, “Trying to cuddle with your ass whatchu mean? You thought it was gonna be like last time huh? You get the d*k and run. Nah, ma, not this time. Not gon’ have me feeling like I’m worth two cents.”

Biting my nails I focused my gaze past Demetri.


I loved cuddling. Drexel didn’t, but he’d do it to appease me. Give me ten minutes then he was over it, but here Demetri was ready and willing to have me lay up under him. Every day he seemed to blow my mind. Like who knew th-

“Get out of your head, Mar.”

Whether he called me Simone or Marley it still gave me butterflies. For a man like Demetri to show this much affection, I knew it wasn’t a game.

Swinging his legs over the bed Demetri adjusted himself before pulling me into him. His hands glided up and down the back of my thighs. “What are you overthinking?”

I’m thinking that I’m in love with you and I sure hope you’re in love with me too.

“If we’re on the same page.”

Demetri cocked his head to the side and looked into my eyes.

“What do I have to do?”
Squinting my eyes I questioned, “What do you mean?”

“What do I have to do to prove to you that I want you, Marley? That I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you three years ago in your father’s office? Huh? Tell me, ma. What do I have to do?”

Absolutely nothing.

Straddling his lap I wrapped my arms around his neck as he palmed my butt. “Nothing. You don’t have to do anything. Nothing extra. You already show me. You tell me all the time. It’s me, my head. It’ll catch up.”

11/30 – B. Love – check out her Facebook Author page – Author B. Love – for her cover reveal and synopsis.


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