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Use Me Until You Use Me Up...

Book 3 of the Billionaire Baby Romance Standalone Series is coming soon! Book 1 was The Devious Date by C. Monet and book 2 was The Due Date by Iesha Bree. It's time to now get ready for It's Just a Date by yours truly, coming Friday, August 18th! It's available for preorder here: Enjoy the unedited excerpt!

She smiled again as she glanced around again then took a sip of her drink. I wanted to be open with her, although her ass wasn’t being as forthcoming with her shit. I scooted closer to her, and she seemed to be a lot more comfortable. She slid her hand to mine and held it again, causing me to slightly lift my eyebrows. She wants a street nigga?

She leaned into me and said, “So that means you know struggle and how to survive, no matter what. Strength is a turn on. I can’t stand a weak man. You’ve also shown me that you can be tender with a woman. I like that, Dallas. At this point, your age doesn’t matter.”

“I ain’t gon’ lie. Your situation is somewhat of a turn off, but your beauty has me intrigued. I can tell there’s more to the situation than what you’re willing to divulge right now. But real shit, I wanna get to know you. How am I gon’ do that if I can’t openly date you?”

“We can go to Houston or somewhere else. Every other weekend, my ex-husband has my kids.”

“So you’re not afraid of someone seeing us all close tonight?”

“No. I’m drunk and I just wanna feel loved. I know you don’t know me, but I like the way being close to you feels.”

Damn. Her words only made me pull her into my arms. I didn’t know what it was about her that had me risking my no drama policy, but at the moment, I didn’t even give a fuck. She lifted her head and stared at me. I stared right back then leaned over and kissed her lips. What in the fuck am I doing? She had me… hook, line, and sinker. Her lips were so fucking soft. She was drunk though, and I was on my way to that destination as well.

When I pulled away from her, she pulled me back and kissed me again. What took the moment to the next level was when I felt her hand on my dick. She was gon’ have me blasting off in my pants. I grabbed her hand tightly. “Listen, you drunk. I can’t go there wit’chu. Let me take you out though. If you still wanna go there when you’re sober, I’ll be all for that shit.”

She licked her lips and pulled away some. “If you wanna take me out, you’ll have to do that tomorrow or you will have to wait two weeks.”

“Shit, let’s go tomorrow then. I don’t even know your full name though.”

“Latisha Sharan Babineaux. What about yours?”

“Dallas O’Shay Winters. Were you born here in Beaumont?”

“Yeah. What about you?”

“Mm hmm.”

“So where will we go tomorrow?”

“I don’t know yet. I’ll think on it and let you know.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and unlocked the screen and handed it to her. “Put your phone number in there. I have to work in the morning, but I get off at two.”


She grabbed my phone and put her number in it. This was progressing a lot quicker than I thought it would. I was under the impression that I would be moving on to the next woman that caught my attention. She seemed so resistant in the beginning. There were so many unknowns with her, but that mysterious shit intrigued me.

I watched her call herself so she could have my number too, then she handed the phone back. I swore, I wanted to scoop her ass up from this picnic table and lower her on my dick so bad. I stared into her eyes for a moment then leaned over to her and kissed her ear. “You so fine, baby, but I can see the torment in your eyes. If you just using me, let me know that shit upfront, so I can behave accordingly.”

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