Page 28 of A Minute Past Midnight

I didn't like hearing that he slept with me while he was married, but him explaining the reason loosened me up a bit.

Just slightly.

I couldn't deny that I was becoming a little addicted to him. Very hypersexual since he left me that following morning.

Lifting my hips, I reached between us and guided him inside of me.

“Mmmm,” I moaned into his mouth.

“Shit, Ju,” he groaned, grabbing my ass cheeks and helping me ride him slow.

Shit!

What would Jordan and Gilliana think about me being pregnant? My dad would probably really disown me, but my mom would more than likely be neutral.

This was a lot to take in and to think about. I didn't want to put all my trust in Samir and look foolish at the end of all of this, so I was treading lightly until he put action behind his words.

I rode him for a good six minutes before I felt the familiar tingle in my stomach.

“Samirrr! I'm cumminnn’!” I whined as I wound my hips.

“Me too, baby. Get your shit off, mama.” He held me in place and thrust upward as my body shook with violent volition. I felt him jerking inside of me as he held the back of my head and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth.

We kissed as though time wasn't on our side. This felt too good too soon, and I couldn't help but fall in strong like with Samir. He was everything I never had and giving an energy only read in urban books.

I’d only seen this man twice in my lifetime, and already he’d given me something I’d never had before: intimacy, attention, compliments, and . . . a damn baby.

“We’re going to look at houses tomorrow,” he said, breaths heavy as he held me around my waist. “I don't care if you keep the baby or not. Your vibe, this pussy . . . This motherfucka deserves a house and car in your name.”

I smirked. “Samir, please⁠—”

“Shhh. Come on. Let's go take another shower and get some sleep. We got a full day ahead of us tomorrow.”

I didn't speak and allowed him to carry me to the bathroom.

The Next Morning

I sat in the passenger seat of Samir’s truck feeling as if I were living in a dream. That I’d wake up and Mr. Harris would be banging on my door, demanding his rent.

Samir sat coolly in the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other holding the phone to his ear while he talked to someone.

I assumed it was his realtor because he’d asked me to type an address into the GPS.

“A’ight. See you in a second.” He hung up and looked over at me. “You good, Cinderella? You've been quiet since we left your crib.”

“Just thinking.”

“I noticed you do that a lot. You can always talk to me. That's one of the rules of getting to know someone.”

“I'm just trying to make sure we're doing the right thing here. I know we talked last night and this morning about our family, our past, and our goals, but are you really sure you want to buy me such an expensive thing?”

“I don't do things I'm not sure of, baby. Even if you don't fuck with me after this, you deserve this. After you told me you’ve been struggling since you've been here, there's no way I’d take from you and not give back.”

“But a house? A whole house?”

“Small thing to a giant, baby.”

I smirked. “Don't be arrogant.”