I smile as I pull out two mango-scented Pleasure Wipes from my bag, handing him one, then using the other to wipe my mouth. “Glad you enjoyed it,” I say, opening the door.

He catches his breath, looks at me glassy eyed. “Enjoyed it?” he repeats, sluggishly. I stifle a snicker. Yeah, I practically sucked the life out of him. “Nah, I loved that shit, ma. If my girl sucked my dick the way you just did, I’d never leave the fuckin’ house.”

“Well, I’m sure she can try to match my skills. But know this, there’s only one Deep Throat Diva, baby. And I’m it.”

He grins, fixing himself. “That you are,” he says, eyeing me. “Baby, you’re a champion dick sucker and sexy as fuck. You can definitely make a cat fall for a fine-ass beauty like you.”

“Although I couldn’t blame him,” I say, grinning, “I would strongly advise against it.”

“Yeah, I feel you. You got a man?”

I laugh. “All you need to know is: I have a long throat.”

“Yo, you got a number I can hit you up on?”

“Have a good night, Mister Seven-And-A-Half.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You, too, ma. I’ma holla.”

I close the door, walking off toward my car with the taste of his cock on my breath, smiling. I wait for him to pull off, then back out of my space, screeching off. I need to hurry and get home to play in my sopping wet pussy.

FOUR

“Good morning. Nappy No More. Pasha speaking.” I glance at the wall clock. It’s 8:36 a.m. I wait for the recording to finish, then press ONE.

“Hey, baby,” Jasper says. “How you?”

“Hey. I’m good, and you?”

“Chillin’, chillin’. Happy to hear my baby’s voice.”

I smile. He sounds like he’s in a good mood—for the moment, that is. No telling how long it will last, though. “It’s always good to hear yours, too.”