"You're going to work today?" Yasmine asked, covering herself with the sheet.
"I got some business to take care." Brice uncovered her breasts and nursed them.
"You always like my milk jugs," Yasmine jiggled one her nipples from his mouth. She turned her body away, grabbing her blouse.
"Don't say it like that," Brice said. "I have never saw you as my mother."
"Brice, I wasn't thinking that."
"It's okay I'm getting use to you being intensive."
"Do you think Shawn knew about us?" Brice asked cuddling up behind her. "I did a lot of wrong. Hope he forgave me if he did know."
Yasmine slid her thong on and wipe tears from her eyes. "Are you worrying about your good guy image getting tarnish?"
"You gave me the private stripped act that you never gave Shawn," Brice said wrapping the sheet around him toga style. "You desired me."
"In my heart, I thought you were the better man."
"I am," Brice said with a shaky voice.
"I need you." Brice said with his trembling voice realizing she could leave him for good. He sat down, not stopping Yasmine from closing the bedroom door. Next time he would have to commit with a ring or she would leave him for good.
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