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thighs. “The best you will ever have.”
    Tank held his thick, long dick in his hand, stroking the base of it with his thumb as he looked down at her spread before him. Waiting for him. “You want this dick? You gon’ get this motherfuckin’ dick,” he told her, anger still edging his words. “Turn the fuck around.”
    Eager like crazy Naeema twisted on the seat and got on her knees with her titties pressed against the cool leather as she looked out the tinted rear window. Tank filled her with his dick in one strong thrust. She gasped and closed her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered hotly, fighting the urge to bite into the leather headrest.
    Tank climbed up onto the seat behind her putting his knees on either side of hers as he wrapped his arms around her body to stroke her clit with one hand and palm one of her breasts with the other as he fucked her deeply. Roughly. Swiftly.
    The sound of each stroke smacked loudly.
    Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.
    The soft hairs surrounding his dick tickled her ass.
    Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.
    Naeema cried out. He wouldn’t let up.
    Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.
    â€œYou want this dick?” he asked thickly before sucking and then lightly biting her shoulder.
    She nodded.
    â€œUh-uh. No. No. No,” he said, stopping mid-stroke.
    Bap-bap—
    â€œYou want this fucking dick?” Tank asked, pressing his lips against the side of her face as he stroked her clit.
    The sound of someone laying on a horn sounded off.
    They both looked out the rearview mirror at a line of cars behind them.
    â€œI want that dick. Give me that fucking dick,” she said, in between deep pants as she worked her pussy walls to grip and then release his dick.
    Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.
    Her body jerked forward against the seat with each hard thrust as she watched through glazed eyes as the cars began to go around them.
    Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.
    â€œFUCK YOU!” someone yelled as they passed.
    â€œToo late,” Naeema said with a smile as she closed her eyes.
    â€œDamn right ’cause I’m fucking the shit out of your hardheaded ass right now,” he said before licking the corner of her mouth.
    Naeema gasped.
    Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap.
    They both cried out as they came together. Fast. Fiery. Furious.
    Many things between them changed from day to day but their love and their chemistry—their connection—never changed. Never.
    â€œDamn, Na. Damn,” Tank moaned as he exhaled short bursts of air against her neck.
    â€œI know,” she said, her breathing mirroring his.“I know.”

    Naeema sat up in bed, the sheet falling to her waist as she looked around Tank’s bedroom. Something had awakened her. The room was dark except for the light from the television. Her eyes landed on the open bedroom door. Her brows dipped as she frowned.
    Tank had to indeed rush home and prep for a bodyguard job after they finally got their shit together in the van. With nothing on but her robe, she agreed to stay behind at his house. And she could have sworn that Tank shut that bedroom door after he showered, got dressed, and left.
    Right?
    She bit the tip of her nail as she replayed the hours since Tank left.
    â€œI took a shower,” she said softly. “Did some sit-ups. Called Sarge’s crazy ass. And watched all those reality shows ’til I fell asleep.”
    She never left the bedroom.
    Right?
    Kicking the cool sheets off her legs, Naeema climbed from the bed naked and walked into the hall. The fine hairs on her body seemed to stand on end and she rubbed her thumb across her palm wishing she had her gun in her hand.
    Calm down. It was probably a noise on the TV.
    The robbery last night had fucked her up. She knew she was being hypersensitive and shit but she still walked through the entire house and checked every bedroom. In the living room she moved to the window and peeked out the curtain. She leaned