The Godfather

¤Chapter Twenty-Eight¤

Chapter Twenty-eight|I Didn't Ask For Permission

Euphoria moaned into the kiss as she began rock her hips against Demetrius. She fisted his hair slightly tugged at it causing him to groan. Demetrius's hands slowly trailed from her waist down to her ašs. He was having a hard time gripping her ašs despite having quite large hands.

"Not like that." Euphoria giggled. "Like this." She guided his hands past her hips and under her ašs. "Then you bring your hands up and grip 'em." She guided his hands to do just that. "Squeeze 'em." Euphoria pushed his hands flushed against hers. "Then separate 'em, give a little tap and repeat." She bit her lip. "That's how you handle a black girls ašs, my ašs in specific."

"Fučk." Demetrius growled before leaning in to continue.

"Ma'am?" A small voice came followed by a knock.

"Ignore them and maybe they'll go away." Demetrius whispered quickly.

"Go take care of your boner white boy." Euphoria laughed as she stood to her feet and rounded the bed to go answer the door.

When she reached the door she turned to make sure Demetrius was in the bathroom to go take care of his "situation". Euphoria scanned her attire quickly and nodded in satisfaction at the boy shorts that were covered by a large long sleeve top that belonged to Demetrius.

"Yes." Euphoria answered the door. Katrina the head female soldier stood at the door. Her cheeks were dusted a light pink as if being caught doing something she shouldn't. She stood dressed in a maroon jumpsuit that had a deep v-neck. Her brunette hair pulled into a messy bun, leaving her neck and chest area open. A beautiful small thin necklace adored hee collarbone.

"I-uhm..." She stummered as her eyes kept darting to her left. "We-uh, I mean I-" she scratched her brows as she looked away.

Euphoria never thought in a million years that she'd see Katrina at a loss of words and slightly intimidated by any one let alone her. Euphoria had seen Katrina fight and lead with such dominance she herself held high respect for her.

Euphoria peeked down the hall to see the heads of the other female and male soldiers disappear around the corner. It was now clear to her that Katrina drew the short straw. Euphoria couldn't help but find the situation amusing.

"Breathe Katrina." She smiled reassuringly.

"What's taking so long?" Demetrius appeared behind her.

Katrina's cheeks went a crimson red before she snapped her eyes to the ground. "Damn it Demetrius put a shirt on." Euphoria pushed him back into the room closing the door into her side. "You're making her uncomfortable."

"I don't care. She's cutting into my time with you." Demetrius muttered grimly.

Euphoria rolled her eyes as she stepped out the room and closed the door behind her. "Sorry about that. You were saying?"

"Uh- it's ok." Katrina shook her head with a small smile followed by a grimace. "I was wondering if you'd like to join us. We're going out to the club, but if your busy it's ok."

"Sure." Euphoria agreed with a wide smile. "We'd love to come. What time are you leaving?" Katrina's shoulders seemed to relax once she accepted the invitation.

"Oh no we can wait. Just take your time." Katrina said as she shook her head.

"Half an hour is all I need. We'll meet you downstairs." She smiled at her before excusing herself to Demetrius's room.