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Upstairs in her apartment, Sid sat on the kitchen counter with a fresh batch of Brothercups next to her. Phil pulled another from the freezer and started to pop them out of the molds. Watching him work in the kitchen was intriguing...and a little bit of a turn on. Sid had never had a man in her kitchen. Let alone one from the hood that could churn out weed butter cups like a factory. It was firing up pistons in her body that had long been dormant.

"Time to re-up." He handed one to her and grabbed for himself. They downed them simultaneously. He was consistent. This batch was just as good as the last and she watched with her own eyes as he made every element from scratch. From the peanuts in the food processor to the melted dark chocolate. He knew what he was doing and the taste came through.

"Where did you learn to make this?"

"Mom always had a sweet tooth."

"This is amazing." Sid finished it off and had to stop herself from having more. They were drugs after all. She found herself watching his lips move as she chewed.

"Thank you. I see this as, like, my signature thing. Everyone wants to just sell regular shit. I want to go national. Move to a weed state and clean up. I'm going to have to sweep the money up off the floor." Phil fashioned himself with an imaginary broom and began sweeping across the kitchen floor. Sid belly laughed. He stopped and leaned against the counter opposite and folded his arms across his chest. A sly smile played on his lips and Sid tried not to notice how moist they got after he ran his tongue over them.

"Your laugh is really sexy. That's not a line or anything. Just facts." He ran his hand over the spattering of hair that formed his goatee. The desire in her elevated. Is it the weed? Sid raked her hand through her hair. A little undone by the way her pulse was starting to race. The way her skin was warming. It was unexpected. The buzzing in her brain escaped to her spine and erupted in a tingle that streaked down her back. She barely resisted the urge to fan herself.

"Thank you." She didn't know what else to say. She figured there wasn't much she wanted to say anyway. It was more of what she wanted to do. It had been a while. A long while. The last time she had sex was almost a year ago at Tomi's company's fourth of July barbecue. She slept with one of the marketing directors in the backseat of his Honda Pilot as fireworks burst above them. That was the last time any fireworks went off anywhere near her lady bits. The effects of the drought were real. Especially after two Brothercups and a pint of Hennessey.

Ah, what the hell.

She across the small space between them and grabbed his arm. He was between her thighs a moment later as she sat on the counter. She lifted his fitted cap off of his head and tossed it to the far end of the counter. Her fingers ran over the smooth waves of his hair before she reached down to lift the hem of his hoodie. He obliged and lifted his arms over his head and she slid it off in one fell swoop. He came out of his t-shirt a second before he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. She felt light in his arms. He kissed her but the move felt too intimate. Too close. She ducked to his neck instead and kissed him in a spot she hoped would turn him on. She felt the pressure of him pressing against her already. Yesss. She said a silent prayer of thanks as the darkness of her bedroom wrapped around him and they sank onto her bed.

***

"So you don't get scared out there? You've got all this money on you. All these drugs. Like... you're a sitting duck." Sid laid next to Phil having what was probably the deepest conversation she'd had with a person in the past two years. She knew they were high. She knew they'd just had amazing sex. Maybe that was making them vulnerable but Sid didn't buy it. Phil was genuinely just an open book. She wondered why. Why hadn't he learned that trusting was dangerous?

"Nah, you don't keep the shit on you. That's dumb. You have stash spots."

"Stash spots?"

"Yeah." Phil popped up out of bed. She took in the chestnut skin that stretched over his toned behind. He was unashamed. He crouched down at the window and beckoned Sid over. If he was that comfortable, she would be too. She threw the blanket off and crossed the room to the window. For once, she didn't cringe at the jiggle of her auburn thighs or the bounce of her breasts. He pointed down at a gutter that lay behind the dumpsters in the back of their building.

"You see there? That's my stash spot. Keep my shit there. If the opps come, I never have anything on me."

"Y'all got this all figured out, huh?" Sid said.

"My bro has been running this shit around here for a minute. I'm new to it but he's the boss."

"He's your boss?"

"He's everyone boss."

"Wow."

That fleeting look of displeasure crossed his face again but he shoved it down quickly. Instead, Sid saw him take in the sight of her illuminated in the moonlight. She saw him begin to rise again. Her body moistened in response. Phil moved behind her and rested his hands on her waist and pulled her back into his lap. They were moving in slow motion, their skin sliding against each other, and she reveled in it. Sensuous touches from his fingers lingered for in places that shook her legs. God, what is he doing to me? She wondered if Phil took bulk orders for those magic cups of his.

***

Sid knew something was wrong when she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. She opened her eyes. The rays of sun scattered across the room stung her eyes. Her head pounded and she struggled to focus. But she could see him. Phil's face in front of her saying words that she had to strain to hear over the throbbing in her head. She was hungover for sure.

"Huh?" She asked.

"I gotta head out. I had fun though. Maybe we can link up later?" He was saying.

"What time is it?" Sid strained to see the numbers on the clock but they wouldn't focus.

"Almost 11," Phil answered. Sid laid back in the bed. Threw an arm over her eyes.

"Shit."

She was supposed to be at work at 9.


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