IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES Book 2

**** I don't know if y'all saw the interview with Nicole Bitchie talking about meeting Aug and him flirting with her, but I've included the link. Like me and Lina said, she needs to have a seat lol. But it explains the energy between them in that interview. Aug was trying to lay it on thick and she was right there to catch it. *rolls eyes* 

Anyway, I had more free time today than I thought and wrote this chapter. Enjoy. 

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AMBER P.O.V. –

“See now I’m getting out.” I reached to get out of the tub, but August pulled me back down in between his legs, causing me to hurt my ass and water to splatter.

“Oww. Why did you do that?”

“Cause we not done.”

“But I told you I don’t feel like having sex August and that’s what you’re trying to gas me up to do.”

“No I’m not.” He smirked.

“August.” I looked at him with the straight face.

“Cause I caress my babies that means I’m trying to have sex?” He took both my breast in his hands and planted soft kisses on my neck. “They seem like they’ve gotten bigger.”

“You know what you’re doing.” I bent my neck, so my head faced him so he wouldn’t have access to kiss my neck.

“Your back free.” He continued to caress my breast and plant soft kisses on my back. The tingle I was feeling was about to send me over the edge. I wiggled for him to get off.

“See this is why I told you NO bath.” I was really trying to hold out till his birthday next week, and with each kiss he was making this shit harder and harder. He knew exactly what he was doing. Although he told me he wouldn’t try anything.

“I don’t see why we have to wait. We can have sex right now and it will still be special on my birthday.”

“But not for me it won’t.” I whined.

“But it’s my fucking birthday.” He scrunched his face annoyed. “It ain’t about you.”

“Whatever August. Sex is just sex to you. It’s not that for me.”

“If sex was just sex to me, I would be out here fucking everybody and I’m not.” He removed his hands from my body and took of sip of his Peach Ciroc.

“But you can get out. I’m not gon’ argue. Nor am I’m going to force somebody that supposedly loves me and desires me, to have sex with me. But if I’m out here fucking other bitches, then I’d be wrong. ” He took another drink and made the “ahhhh” sound afterward, and poured more in his glass.

“Excuse me?”

“What you won’t do another bitch will. Believe That.” He took a sip.

I know part of his problem was he was sexually frustrated and the other part was this new found liquid courage he got from the Ciroc he was sipping.

“Don’t you ever think it’s okay to talk to me like that.” I took his drink and poured it on him. “I’m not putting up with your shit this time around.”

I got out the tub and grabbed a towel. He was coughing and wiping his face.

He got out, grabbed a towel and came in the room.

“You can sleep on the couch, cause you not in here with me and my daughter.”

He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He threw on a pair of boxers, got his pillow and went to the couch. I closed the door, trying to be quiet and not wake Sata.