Make You Mine. Niobia Bryant

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      Jesus.

      “I finished selecting all of the photos for my book today and decided to give myself and my assistant a much-needed break.”

      Caress smiled genuinely as she looked over at him as he made himself a bowl of ice cream. “Congratulations, Julius.”

      He glanced over at her. “Thanks. I’m really excited about it.”

      “I can’t wait to see it,” she said with honesty.

      Julius leaned his hard buttocks against the counter as he ate his ice cream. “Traveling to Africa was really a dream come true for me. I can’t wait to go back.”

      Caress slid onto one of the black leather stools beside the island. “I’ve never been farther than New York. I can’t even imagine what being in Africa would be like.”

      Julius pushed off the counter and swaggered over to stand on the opposite side of the island. “I love to travel. I’ve been to Europe, Asia, all over America. It’s good to see other worlds, other people. It helps to broaden your scope of possibilities for yourself. It lets you know what’s possible. What’s attainable.”

      Caress nodded. “For me right now I just want to attain a job and my own place.”

      Julius set his bowl down on the island. “I’m not rushing you, Caress,” he told her in a serious tone.

      “I know…I’m rushing myself,” she insisted with truth.

      The comfortable mood in the room switched.

      Both of their thoughts were filled with the baby she was carrying. Their addition to the world. Both wished it could have been under different circumstances.

      In the silence, Caress’s stomach grumbled loudly.

      Julius made a face before he flung his handsome head back and laughed. “I don’t think that ice cream is going to do it.”

      Caress chuckled as she stirred the concoction that was beginning to melt. “Me either. I guess the baby is hollering for more.”

      “Why don’t I cook us all something?” Julius offered, reaching across the island for her bowl to carry to the sink along with his.

      “You can cook?” she asked.

      “I’m not G. Garvin or anyone like that but I do all right.”

      Caress smiled, admitting only to herself that it felt good to chill out with Julius. She was enjoying just being in his company. But then that made her acutely aware that feeling comfortable like this around Julius was addictive and not a good idea.

      The night between them was a one-night stand—her first, last, and only. It might have lead to other sensual hook-ups but definitely was not the starting point for a relationship.

      And now they were having a baby together.

      It definitely went against the whole equation of dating then marriage then a family. She was a child of foster care and she learned from Tamara that Julius’s familial background wasn’t much better than hers with a daddy who was MIA and a street-loving mother. If anything, they both should have been the poster children for the whole Huxtable scenario.

      Emotions began to swarm her. Mostly the fear of the unknown.

      Their date had been entertaining. Fun. Needed.

      The sex with Julius had been intense. Gratifying. Satisfying.

      But hindsight is 20/20 and she would gladly… gladly give up that night if she had known she would wind up pregnant.

      Gladly.

      Julius heard Caress get up from the island and he looked briefly away from the grilled cheese sandwiches he was making to watch her leave the kitchen. His forehead furrowed at the downward slope of her shoulders.

      His immediate instinct was to go to her, but did she want his comfort?

      Tonight was the most conversation they shared with each other since their initial meeting upon his return from Africa. He knew it couldn’t be easy for her. He knew she had to be scared. She had to be nervous. She had to be stressed.

      None of it was good for the baby.

      As he finished up the grilled cheese sandwiches and warmed up a large can of vegetable soup, he made a mental note to talk to Tamara.

       Or I could just ask Caress myself.

      Honestly, he was holding back from getting to know her even more because he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. He wasn’t looking for a relationship. He wasn’t ready to be a family man.

      And he had the distinct feeling that she wanted to make sure he understood that she honestly wasn’t trying to trap him into anything more. She avoided him around the house like the plague. At times he forgot she was here except…

      The laughter that spilled from her as she watched those crazy ass celebreality shows. Really, who cared who Flavor Flav dated?

      Or the sounds of her I’m-a-woman-singer-whose-been-done-wrong-by-men music that she always sang along with off-key.

      Or when he was tripping over random piles of those damn Snapples she was always drinking, or other odd items she left about the house.

      Other than that, the actual woman was pretty scarce whenever he got home.

      Funny, it didn’t stop her from staying constant in his dreams at night.

      Oh, he still wanted Caress with an intensity that scared him. That night—their night—was just as fresh in his memory as if it happened last night. All the while in Africa and even upon his return he awakened at night with dreams of her riding him with her small, but beautiful breasts dangling just above his mouth as he held on for the ride.

      How many nights had he awakened in a sweat with his dick as hard as a brick with the memory of her words still clinging to the air.

       Is it good?

      Tonight when she asked him about the ice cream, her words had sent him spiraling right back to their night. To that moment just before he tasted her. To the taste of her on his tongue. Again. And again. And again. Until he tasted her very liquid essence. Suckled on it. Feasted on it.

      His dick stirred to life between his thighs and there was no denying the ache the memory caused. Shit.

      Julius bit his lip and shook his head as he moved about the kitchen preparing a tray. Even as he carried it out of the kitchen and up the stairs his rod still hung heavy between his strong thighs just waiting for one touch, one look, or one other memory to shoot it straight to full hardness and heat.

      Outside her door, Julius held the tray with one hand and knocked briefly with the other.

      “Come in.”

      Julius didn’t know if he was just a horny toad or what but her permission for him to enter СКАЧАТЬ