Mine Forever - Book 2

Chapter 7

Beyonce pouted like an infant whose favorite toy had been taken away, but the curse that sprang from her mouth was anything but boyish.

"You need a coat." she told Nicki, her tone protective and demanding.

"I have one. I'll grab it. And I'm sure Solange's house is warm," she mused quietly.

She went to her room, returning quickly to the kitchen with a black, tailored jacket in hand.

Beyonce held her hand out, pulling the jacket from her grasp. She held it out and Nicki slipped her arms into the garment, appreciating the luxurious feel of the silk lining.

Turning Nicki around, Beyonce did up the large buttons on the front, every single one of them.

She frowned. "Do you think that will be warm enough?"

"Yes. It's fine. We only have to get in and out of the car. I probably wouldn't have even worn a jacket if you hadn't mentioned it."

Nicki sighed lightly as she pulled her hair from the jacket, surprised by her delight in Beyonce's little gestures that made her feel cared-for. 

It had been so long since anyone had cared about her well-being that Beyonce's actions were alluring and heady for a street-smart woman who had been so alone for so long.

"I'm still not sure I like you showing that much skin," Beyonce grunted as Nicki picked up her handbag and headed for the door.

Nicki bit her lip as shivers ran down her spine. Beyonce's sexy voice was so possessive, as though she were claiming her.

Don't even think about it. 

She doesn't mean anything by it.

"It's not that sexy," Nicki told her wryly, wishing she were as irresistible as she made her feel.

"It's way too sexy. Every man there will be thinking the same thing as I'm thinking," Beyonce told Nicki, her expression unhappy as she ushered her out the door and locked it.

Nicki pushed the button with the down symbol for the elevator and turned to Beyonce. "And what is that?"

"That I want to fuck you," she answered bluntly, her hand coming to rest at the small of her back.

Her breath hitched as the elevator bell rang, the doors swooshing open in front of them. 

Would she ever get used to Beyonce's blunt remarks? 

Her cheeks flushed and her body was way too warm. 

Hot, actually. 

Extremely hot. 

"Beyonce!"

Beyonce shrugged as she entered the elevator behind her. "It's true."

"You're terrible," she admonished Beyonce in her best teacher-like voice.

"Oh, I can be bad. Very, very bad," Beyonce told her in a seductive, low whisper, her hands trapping Nicki against the elevator wall, one on each side of her head. "Kiss me and I might behave. For now."

Nicki looked up into her glowing eyes that presently resembled hot melted chocolate. 

Oh hell, she loved chocolate, so she did what any self-respecting chocolate lover would do.

Nicki kissed her just as the elevator doors closed, locking them briefly in a silent little world all their own.

Nicki released a startled squeak as Beyonce's hand reached out and slapped the stop button on the elevator.