Page 236 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

drops down at his side,

seduction hot between her thighs.

His eyes snap over to me,

palm moving across his jaw,

still unsure how to react,

how to play it cool,

as if he’s afraid to look at her but also doesn’t want to be too obvious and not look at her at all.

“Not exactly how I pictured my mornin’ goin’,” he says, sinking back into the couch, getting comfortable with his thighs spread, eyes falling back on Gia. “But, yeah. I ain’t complainin’.”

I clamp down on my teeth,

holding in my composure.

Ben dodges his thumb at Andrew with a laugh. “See, your boy agrees. He don't even look at you like that.” Then he knocks Honor’s bicep with his elbow. “Yo, chill out, choir boy. You lookin’ guilty for nothin’.”

Sasha gives Honor a playful smile as she slides up to him.

He looks to me for some kind of green light, one hand white-knuckling the arm of the couch, then his gaze is back on Sasha’s tits.

Shit, his eyes say as she takes his cereal bowl from his lap. “Nothin’ else happenin’ here, right?” He shifts in the cushion, eyes jumping between Sasha and Gia. “Just dancin’? Just you two dancin’, or is there more to this?”

I keep my face neutral,

eyes dead. Bored, even.

It’s harder than it looks.

Gia throws her head back with a dirty laugh. “Sure. If dancin’s all you want.” Her hips catch the bass, erotic eyes trailing across Andrew. “But I do my best work on my knees.”

“Jesus,” Andrew grits out, propping his elbow onto the arm of the couch, hanging his head, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

Then those dark, bruising eyes lift to me, and he rakes a hand through his mussed hair, seconds from scooping me out of this chair and throwing me off the terrace.

The snare kicks.

Heels slap marble,

stealing all of their attention.

Sasha and Gia turn and bend slow,

asses angled, cheeks clapping,

giving the boys a view of their cunts.

Andrew’s cold stare slams back into me, and then a laugh breaks behind his hand with a shake of his head. “The fuck you doin’ this for, huh? Testin’ me? Gettin’ off on me watchin’ her? What?” He gestures between the girls. “You think this is supposed to make one of us walk away?” He nudges his chin with the devil in his smirk. “Nah, ain’t goin’ nowhere with Gia’s pussy in my face.”

Those words rip out my ribcage, leaving my heart with nothing to hold her, so she’s free-falling into my stomach.

Ben, Honor, the girls, the penthouse—all of it dissolves, fading into the background as his stare grabs me,

almost intensely,