“If we were in front of my house, I’d lift your leg up…move those lace panties to the side and slid all the way inside of you.” I licked her earlobe. “We got to have patience?—”
“You making that hard right now, Bleu.” She panted.
I looked down at her cleavage and saw that her chocolate drop nipples started to poke through the silk material.
“Get in the car, Tru.” I nodded towards the opened door.
Sixteen
TRULY
Dinner….
“I gotta make you cum every place we go.”
I was currently stuck into a different element. Thanks to Bleu Langston. He tenderly stroked my sex until I came all over his peanut butter leather seats. The city stretched like a sea of stars before us, I felt like I was intoxicated when I was really just high off of him.
I stared out the tinted window; my heart fluttered faster with every street we passed. My palms were damp; my stomach twisted in excitement and nerves. I kept reminding myself to calm down and steady my breathing. I wanted to say forget our date night; I wanted to feel him inside of me. The smell of my wetness and his weed smoke was thick in the space between us.
Bleu’s damp hand rested on my thigh as he used his hand to navigate his car until we were parked right in front of the restaurant. My eyes widened as I took in the restaurant that loomed right in front of us.
It looked like an all-black glass house. The name‘Dove House’was lit up in bright white letters.
“What is this?” I asked nervously.
A few paparazzi lingered near the velvet ropes. Their cameras had already flashed, and I was sure they probably got a couple of bad angles of my nervous face. Bleu studied me for a while; I took in a sharp breath and shut my eyes for a couple of seconds.
O—kay…we really about to do this! Naveah is gonna love seeing me all over the blogs.I sighed.
“A lot of times, those pap smears spot one of my cars and start following me. They won’t be inside, two of my guards will be on standby to make you comfortable. I just wanted tonight as intimate as possible.”
He squeezed my thigh then released it. I giggled at the nickname that he called Paparazzi. Bleu’s sense of humor was as dry as mine, I enjoyed it.
I nodded but was still trying to process being all over the blogs. I wondered if Aubry followed any of the blog pages. I didn’t want or need him seeing me with Bleu and then raising hell.
“Don’t worry,” he said before squeezing my thigh. “I closed the place out for us. The staffs on standby, my guards will remain outside the entire time we’re here.” He continued to talk smoothly.
I looked into his hazel eyes and could see the sincerity inside of them. I forgot who Bleu was, and that was shame on me. Talking on the phone with him all week, I didn’t feel like I was talking to a celebrity. Now that we were way out in the open my nerves stirred.
I thought about all the what if’s and let them start to get the best of me. Then my mind rested on him mentioning closing out the restaurant, just for my comfort. That was super sweet of him, and I knew it had to cost him a lot of money.
As Bleu turned off the engine, the world outside seemed too quiet for a moment, the hum of anticipation thick between us. The soft glow from the restaurant’s sign reflected in his eyes, making them appear even warmer. For a split second, I let myself imagine what it would be like to have nights like this with him all of the time. Where the rest of the city faded away and it was just us. My nerves eased, carried away by the thought that maybe, just maybe, I deserved a little bit of magic tonight.
Fuck Aubry and fuck those pap smears that will be taking pictures soon as I step out of this nice ass car!I tried to pump myself up.
“I’m ready to have a good night. I don’t care about them, let’s go eat, I’m hungry.” I smiled.
“You sure?” He asked calmly.
I gave small nod then watched him slip out of the car first. In seconds he opened my door as cameras flashed at his back. I kicked both legs out and just eyed him for a while. Bleu looked damn good tonight. His outfit was casual but still nice. He had on a polo pale blue open-collar shirt, black slacks that fit just right and shined expensive dress shoes. He matched what I had on intentionally and that small gesture made me blush hard.
As if he could read my mind, he smiled down at me. That faint curve of his mouth softened his hard exterior. I grabbed my small clutch, praying to God that I didn’t stumble in front of these people over my bad nerves that flared.
“You don’t want my jacket?” He asked as his eyes traveled to the back seat of his car.
“I’ll be fine.” I smiled.
I stood carefully in the five-inch stiletto heels I had on and quickly adjusted the hem of my dress. The night air felt cool against my skin. Bleu stared at me like he was captivated. It was the same gaze he had back at my house. His eyes tracked me in slow motion, from my heels up to my face. Quiet appreciation shone in his eyes; his expression made my stomach flutter.
