Maybe Next Time (Vegas Nights, #1)

by Christina C. Jones

The way my loyalty was set up, it wasn’t just about my family or the niggas I called my friends–my damn wife was my one and only, the person I’d ride hardest for, the one I… never wanted to fucking hurt.

“I love you, Kensa. Anything you want from me–anything. Sweetheart, all you’ve gotta do is say it. It’s yours.”