CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE #4
The words, the steady rhythm, the way he held her like he wasn’t letting her hide — it all crashed over her at once.
Her back arched hard, thighs shaking around his lap as the orgasm ripped through her.
A broken, high moan tore from her throat, loud and needy, echoing softly in the private room.
Her pussy clenched violently around his thick fingers, pulsing, creaming, soaking his hand and the front of his pants as wave after wave rolled through her.
Najee didn’t stop. He kept stroking her through it, slow and deep, drawing it out until she was trembling and whimpering, completely undone in his lap.
When the last tremor finally faded, he eased his fingers out of her with a wet glide, leaving her clenching around nothing, empty and pulsing.
Thick, creamy strands of her arousal coated his two thick fingers, glistening under the low candlelight.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded softly, holding the slick fingers right in front of her parted lips.
She opened, sucking his fingers clean with lazy, hungry pulls, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, soft little moans vibrating against his skin.
Najee watched her the whole time, dark eyes locked on her mouth, murmuring low.
“That’s it… taste how sweet you get when you let go for me.
” When he finally eased his fingers out with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva and her arousal stretched between them before breaking.
He smeared the rest across her bottom lip, then kissed her slow and deep, tasting her on her own tongue.
Jackie was still catching her breath, body buzzing, when he pulled her closer, so her head rested against his chest. She melted into him, completely relaxed, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.
The weight she’d been carrying all night.
Hell, for the last two years finally cracked open just a little.
Her eyes grew heavy, damn near drifting toward sleep in his arms. He pressed a slow, soothing kiss to her temple, his hand stroking up and down her back with steady comfort.
“This was for you, not me,” he said quietly, voice low and certain as she lay there undone on his chest. “You needed that release. You deserved it.” Jackie let out a shaky breath, her body still buzzing, the weight of everything she’d been holding finally cracking open just a little.
A soft knock sounded at the door. Najee’s hand immediately slid down, tugging her dress lower to cover her properly so she wouldn’t be exposed.
He kept one arm wrapped around her as the concierge lady stepped in, carrying a sleek black shopping bag.
“Dr. Amin-Rashid,” she said politely, “we didn’t have an 8 in the slippers, but we did have an 8⒈／⒉.
That should work.” She placed the bag gently beside the bench and gave a small nod before stepping back out.
Jackie’s voice came out scratchy and soft, love-drunk and a little dazed.
“Is those the wings?” she asked jokingly, still half-buried against his chest.
Najee chuckled, the sound low and warm in his throat.
“Nah. It’s something comfortable you can wear home.”
“So no wings?” she said, fake-pouting, voice fading as she nuzzled back into him. He gave her ass a light slap to get her attention. She jumped a little, finally giving him full eye contact.
“After you get dressed, we can go get the wings, okay?”
“Okay,” she mumbled, nodding against his chest as their eyes met again, soft, heavy, and full of everything neither of them was ready to say out loud yet.
It was a little after 2:30AM when they finally left the lounge.
They ended up riding through Midtown with the windows cracked, the city humming low around them.
Najee drove like he didn’t have anywhere to be but right beside her.
Jazmine Sullivan’s “BPW” played softly in the background as he kept one hand gripping her thigh.
Jackie hadn’t felt this good in years. Maybe it was the post-orgasm fog, but she hadn’t felt this safe with another person either.
She didn’t want to overthink it, but she couldn’t help wondering what any of this really meant.
Najee pulled up in front of David’s, and of course it was a line.
Jackie started to say never mind, but before she knew it, he was already out the car.
Fifteen minutes later, he was exiting the store carrying three greasy brown paper bags.
Back in the car, he handed her the salt-and-pepper wings and shrimp platter, plus an ice-cold bottle of peach Canada Dry.
Jackie opened the container and moaned. “God is real.” Najee chuckled, pulling off slow from the curb.
“You lucky you fine, ‘cause I normally don’t allow food in my car.”
She glanced over at him, mouth full. “Oh, so you one of those.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. I take pride in my shit.”
She smirked, licking sauce off her fingers. “Mmhmm. You taking pride in me too?”
His eyes cut over, sharp and amused. “What you tryna say?” Jackie popped a shrimp in her mouth, chewed slow, then leaned back in her seat, eyes half-lidded.
“I’m saying, Dr. Nigel,” she murmured, voice thick with fake innocence, “you bein’ real nice to me tonight. Wings, champagne, orgasms, foot rubs… all this attention. Is this a setup?”
He didn’t even blink. Just tapped his ringless finger against the steering wheel.
“A setup?” She tilted her head, still chewing, still bold. “You want some pussy?”
Najee let that hang in the air for a whole second before pulling up to a red light and turning to look at her, full on.
“Jackie Brown,” he said calmly, “if I wanted some pussy, I’d say that.
” Her brow lifted. “Would you now?” He nodded once.
“I ain’t never had to trick a woman into opening her legs.
Especially a woman that had her legs open for me all night. ” That shut her up instantly.
It was then she let out a nervous laugh and said what she really meant.