“Once I let go, ain’t no double back,” he said. “I ain’t with this shit, Mo. The back and forth. I know what I’m about and what I want. That’s you, but I don’t particularly like the shit you on. I ain’t ever let a mu’fucka play with me, love.” She tried to turn her head, and his hand steered her chin right back to him. “In my eyes.” Morgan melted. Her lip trembled. Even with the mess her feelings had made of her face, she was still the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Ahmeek had been with his fair share of women. He had been with the baddest, but there was something about Morgan Atkins. A daintiness to her that pulled his heart through his chest, that made his dick react when she was around. He lived to hear the melody of her voice. He loved it. It had been far too long since he had indulged in her. “Damn, I want you. You acting the fuck up out here. Come home with me, Mo.”

“I can’t, Ahmeek.” Her voice was so pained that it made his forehead pinch in concern.

“I wanna devour you, love,” he admitted.

Her pulse raced. Her body hummed.

“Meekie, no.” Why did this man speak to her this way? He was so close. He wanted it, she wanted it more. A life with him seemed impossible, but a day, a day and a long night they could have anytime. Only she couldn’t. Too much was at stake. She had to let him go. Her easy love, her steady love, and she couldn’t fucking have him. She had never wanted to throw a temper tantrum more.

“Yeah, love,” he countered. He was close enough to breathe her air, and Morgan’s lashes fluttered.

“Why are you with her?” she cried.

“Why ain’t I with you is the better question?” he shot back.

“Because I can’t be, Meekie. Just leave it alone. Forget we even happened.” Morgan sobbed.

Morgan felt his lips touch hers, and her knees went weak. She reached for his beard and curled her fingers through it, hurting him, gripping tightly for dear life as she indulged in him.

I love him so much.

Ahmeek pulled back. “You’re fucking me up,” he admitted.

“Meek!”

His temple throbbed as he pressed his forehead to hers as Livi’s voice echoed behind him.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he said. Morgan knew he would end things with Livi if she asked him to. She couldn’t ask him to, however. Not this time. Bash had set a trap she couldn’t escape from.