Black and Gold (Mafia Series #1)

C H A P T E R 6

Mira and Prince were wrapped in each other's embrace for however long. She took to drawing little circles in his chest while he was tracing a letter on her hip. If she was paying attention, she would've seen that he was writing the letter 'P', as if he was branding her. Then, a ringing interrupted their little atmosphere of bliss. "Shit man." Prince groaned.

He rolled over and picked it up. "What?" He then made an incredulous look. "Handle it then homie. I'm at home."

He hung up, threw his phone and wrapped his big arms around her waist, resting his head on her naked chest, much to the amusement of Mira who welcomed him. "Niggas can't even rest after sex."

She laughed at him, leaning into him to kiss the top of his head. "You a boss hun."

He sucked his teeth and buried his head, wanting her to run her hand through his hair. "So? Certain things are common sense."

"True." She sighed as his arms wrapped around her tighter the minute her hand touched his hair. "Not everyone thinks like you though."

He sighed, the air tickling and making her shiver. "Would that be best?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. Just a bunch of Princes? I would go crazy."

He looked at her with a knowing smile. "You would love it. I mean you wasn't complainin' earlier. In fact, all I could hear was 'Yes Prince!' and 'Deeper!'"

She shoved him off of her, rolling her eyes in embarrassment. "Whatever. I don't even sound like that. So what was the call about?"

"It was about some business."

She raised an eyebrow. Cryptic much?, she thought to herself. "You've been very secretive about certain things. Is somethin' wrong?"

He sat up, looking at her. "I just want to make sure that you aight."

"Really? Is it that dangerous?" She sat up along with him, not caring about her nakedness.

He nodded, bringing her head closer so he could kiss her forehead. It was a tiny gesture, but it meant more than its size. "Very. I want you to walk away from all this. Freely."

Mira met his eyes and they held sadness but there was that look of affirmation. Like it was a promise he was keeping. She cradled his face with her hand, trying to see if he was hot. "You are so much more...affectionate. Are you sure you aight?" Her hand moved to his forehead. "You not sick."

He chuckled and removed her hand, rubbing the wedding ring on there. "I just want to enjoy your company. Or convince you to stay."

She sighed, understanding now. "I know this will be hard for you but its best for both of us. You have too much on your conscious. Especially if this new job is as dangerous as you claim, you need to just worry about yoself."

He sighed, squeezing her hand. "You right. Like always."

She laughed and leaned against him. "I bet you goin' miss that. Me being right."

He laid his head on hers. "I'm goin' miss much more than that."

She looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He leaned in closer, and she accepted his kiss. It wasn't as hasty as the ones prior, rather real sensual. Surprisingly, she felt more passion in this one, like he was putting his feelings into this one. He gripped her tighter, making her think he was worried she would disappear. She cupped his face which made him draw her closer but lessen his grip. The doorbell rang, which made her pull away and him to sigh angrily. "Can't ever have time to ourselves."

She chuckled, getting up. "I'll get it."

"Maybe you should come over here. They can wait." He said, biting his lip as his eyes were fixated on her naked form.