The One He Craves

by A. Marie Johnson

A woman who loves you should never be crossed.

She classy but niggas from the streets her favorite. —Dave East

“Why would you think you make me nervous, Andretti?” Backing me into the right corner of the elevator, he stared into my eyes intensely. I would’ve closed them if he hadn’t spoken. If I hadn’t heard that voice… “Because of this.” Andretti ran a single finger down the side of my cheek, and I jumped unintentionally. “You jumpin’ like a frog every time I touch your beautiful ass.” Closing the small space we had left between us, the tips of his shoes met mine and he slowly ran his tongue across his lips. “Do I make you nervous, Nim?” A lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t find the words to say even if I wanted to

It should’ve been illegal for him to be nasty and a gentleman. The combination was dangerously lethal.

“Hol’ up,” Andretti said with a laugh. “I feel like your ass is slick tryna tell me seeing you out with that nigga hurt my feelings or something.” “Are you trying to say that it didn’t?” “Nah. I’m not even gon’ front on you. ‘Cause that shit did high-key have me wanting to jack you and his ass up. No cap.” We both laughed again. Andretti was so damn crazy it was ridiculous… and a low-key turn-on.