ᴍᴏᴛɪᴇsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴋɪɴɢ (#1 ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟs ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ)✓

34: Tiesha And The Cravings

One month later, Ky’Mon’s eyes had become a constant weight on Tiesha’s body.

They didn’t just glance anymore; they lingered. Stuck to her like glue.

She caught his reflection in the vanity mirror while she sat in front of it, adjusting the strap of her camisole.

His gaze was shameless, slow, almost clinical—like he was mentally cataloguing every curve.

“Stop looking at me like that. It’s really creepy,” she said, her brows furrowing as she met his eyes through the glass.

Instead of denying it, he stood up from the bed and sauntered toward her.

A lazy kind of confidence rolled off him as he came up behind her and slid his arms around her waist.

“Stop, I’m wet and naked,” she protested, still watching him in the mirror.

She had just stepped out of the bathroom, skin still damp, water beading down her arms.

Lately, she hadn’t bothered using a towel—preferring to let the air dry her skin instead.

“I can make something else wet,” he murmured against her ear.

She rolled her eyes. Predictable.

His hands slid upward until they cupped her breasts. He fondled them slowly, his palms warm against her skin.

“They twice as heavy and softer,” he muttered like he was making some great discovery. “They be feeling like jelly.”

Then he turned her around and grabbed her ass with both hands.

“This ass is bigger, lil mama.”

Her lips twitched despite herself.

His grip shifted, sliding up to her hips. “They growing wider too.”

Instead of brushing him off, she reached back, took his hand, and placed it firmly back on her ass. That made him chuckle.

“What do you wanna eat?” she asked, partly to distract him, partly because she really was hungry.

“You.”

Seriously. This man.

She slapped his chest lightly. “Well, I want pizza.”

He stepped back, grabbing his phone from the nightstand, thumbs moving over the screen.

“And oh, some chicken sauce,” she added.

Ky’Mon paused mid-typing, looking up at her with suspicion. “Without the chicken?”

“You can order it with the chicken. I just need the sauce.”

“For what?”

“To try it on the pizza.”

He stared at her like she had just confessed to a felony. “Seriously? I’m craving some,” she said. “Wonder what it’ll taste like.”