FINAL SNEAK PEEK-SHOW ME YOU STILL WANT IT

Hey, reader!

Tomorrow Monica Walters returns with, Show Me You Still Want It, the third and final book in the Behind Closed Doors series!

If you’ve been following this series you already know that this love triangle Ashahve has found her self in can’t possibly end with out some $#% going down! Keep scrolling for a final sneak peek into this explosive finale!

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SYNOPSIS

Life and the results of bad decisions has thrown Ashahve Glasper a curve ball. She’s pregnant and doesn’t know which man has fathered it. There’s Dr. Elijah Coleman, her professor with whom she’s had an on again off again affair with and Omari Watson, the love of her life, but also the one who hurt her the most. Depression is threatening to take her down, because it seems she’s in this thing alone until God shines a little light on her. While having company through the process makes it easier to deal with, the fact still remains that she doesn’t know which man is the father of her child. While Omari is the man she wants to be the father, she also knows that Elijah would be a good father. The paternity results will reveal who the father is, but will Ashahve be able to handle the results?

Finally in a good place in life, Omari Watson knows what he wants… what he needs. Ashahve Glasper is at the top of that list. While they had an extremely difficult break-up, he accepts responsibility for it and wants to make amends. He feels that he can now be the man she needs now that he’s gotten his anger issues in check. Therapy has also taught him how to emotionally express himself as well. He knows he can be a great man to her, but will she give him a second chance?

Elijah Coleman just wants to know when life will treat him like his is worth living. From one issue to the next, he struggles to get past them. However, his tenacity won’t allow him to give up and wallow in regret. With his career and reputation on the line, Elijah does his best to get through the ordeal. While all of these problems stem from his involvement with his student, Ashahve Glasper, he still wants to be in her life, especially since he knows she could possibly be having his baby.

These three lives once again intertwine. A pregnancy could connect two of them forever, but which two? Ashahve is a nervous wreck, begging God to let one of them in particular be the father. They all know of the possibilities and they are prepared to deal with the outcomes, but can they hold it together until those results are bestowed upon them? Will the results be favorable for all parties involved?

SNEAK PEEK

“What do you wanna eat?” Before I could answer, he said, “Hold on.”

When he went to the prenatal bag, I already knew what he was looking for. He was gonna drive me insane if he limited my food. I loved to eat before the pregnancy, and nothing had changed. “Okay. What’chu want?” he asked while looking at the list of foods I couldn’t have.

“I want some crab cakes.”

I watched his eyes scan the list with a slight frown on his face. “You can’t have that, shawty.”

“What?”

He laughed loudly. “I’m just kidding, baby girl. You looked like you wanted to fuck somebody up a minute ago.”

“Keep on playing and you gon’ be that somebody.”

Omari laughed harder as he put the paper back in the folder he’d gotten it from. Coming to the couch, he sat next to me and I slapped his arm. That didn’t deter what he had in mind though. He pulled me to him and kissed my lips, then began massaging my scalp. That shit felt so good, I wanted to go to sleep right then. I’d closed my eyes, but quickly opened them again when I felt his lips on my neck.

I scooted away from him a little bit. We hadn’t had sex in a while and I wasn’t trying to go there now. He stared at me, then licked his lips. “Shavi… please? It’s been a couple of months. I’ll be gentle. My baby’s baking in there.” He brought my hand to his lips, then scooted closer to me. “Please, baby?”

He again kissed my neck, turning me on more every time his lips touched me. “I need you, Shavi.”

Omari’s hand was inching up my leg as he kissed my shoulder. The slight moan that escaped me only gave him a green light. He gripped my thigh and I finally said, “We can’t, Omari.”

“Why not? You don’t want me to help your body relax?” he asked between kisses. “I don’t care if it turns out the baby isn’t mine. I won’t regret this moment.”

I closed my eyes. Trying to resist him was pure torture and he knew it. Before I could even war with myself any longer, he’d laid me back on the couch and his fingers had bypassed my underwear. When he slid them inside of me, I felt like I’d climaxed already. I hissed and he stopped, looking up at me. “You okay?”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded my head. Omari’s fingers continued their quest to bring me unspeakable joy as he lifted my leg and kissed from my toes to the back of my knee. Stroking my g-spot was starting to take its toll, because I was squirming and trembling, preparing the way for my orgasm. The moment he realized how close I was, he removed his fingers, then pulled off my underwear. He quickly disrobed, then gently pushed his anaconda inside of me.
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If you haven’t read Book One or Two of this series download them today so you’ll be all caught up and ready for tomorrows release!

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