“Amethyst Stone, if you piss me off again, I’m going to smack the fuck out of you,” she whined and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and grabbed the back of my head by my hair and pulled my face from her neck. “I’m not going to keep forgiving you, do you hear me? If you keep pissing me off, I’m going to fuck you up.”
“You promise?” I smirked, and she rolled her eyes. “Like you gonna beat on me or just rough me up a little?”
“Man, move,” she laughed and let my hair go. “I need to finish this piece anyway.” She tried to move back, but I didn’t let her go. “Amethyst!”
“You keep saying my name like that, and I’ll have you moaning that shit.” I smacked her ass then kissed her. “I need a hug anyway.” My hand went from her waist to the rim of her skirt, and I started pushing it higher.
“Nope, no,” she laughed and grabbed my hand. “We are not doing that right now. I have to work.” She kissed me. “I will see you tonight when I get home.”
“Man.” I kissed my teeth and sighed. Yale let go of my wrist, then put her hands in my hair and laughed.
“You’re spoiled; you know that?”
“Yeah,” I said, then smirked.
Her office phone rang, so she let my hair go and reached around me to pick it up. I watched as she went from playful to business, and my dick bricked up. Yale stepped out of my embrace, sat at her desk, and turned her attention to her computer. She pulled up a design of a bunch of flowers, and I whistled. That shit was fire as fuck. Yale looked up at me, lifted her brow, and smirked. From the look on her face, she knew that shit was dope. I adjusted my dick in my pants, and her eyes went straight to my shit, and she licked her lips.
I reached over, pressed the mute button so whoever she was talking to couldn’t hear me. “Stop looking at me like that before I put it in your throat,” I said, then unmuted her phone.
Yale sat back in her seat, phone still in her hand, and slowly licked her lips. I was trying like hell to keep my composure, but she looked too fucking pretty sitting there. I adjusted my dick one last time, turned her chair away from her desk, then picked her up and sat her on top of it. The entire time, she was on the phone and watching me. I sat in her chair, pushed her legs open, and pushed her panties to the side.
Yale muted the phone and looked down at me. “What are you doing?” she asked as I traced her pussy lips with my finger. “Amethyst?”
“You handle business, I've got a face-to-face meeting I can’t miss,” I replied with a smirk. I locked eyes with her, then buried my face in her pussy. Yale moaned, and my dick started leaking precum.
“Baby,” she moaned and grabbed a handful of my hair. “Baby, wait.”
I pulled my mouth off her pussy and kissed her thigh. “Handle that phone call, Sunshine. I’m going to be busy for the next hour.”
“Hour?” she panted.
“Nah, make it two,” I said, then went back to eating her pussy.
“Hello? Mr. Joseph? I'm going to have to call you back.” She was trying hard as hell not to moan, but I didn’t give a fuck. Whoever Mr. Joseph was could kiss my ass, and if I found out that nigga had a problem, then he could see me. I’d kill his ass, but that sounded like a problem for him, not me. “No, everything is fine. I just have an important meeting I need to get to. I will be in contact, though. Yes, sir.”
I kissed her pussy then looked up at her. “If you lost that nigga business, I’ll buy that chain,” I said, then slowly licked her pussy.
“I didn’t,” she moaned. “And if I did, I’m not worried about it. I have a waiting list for a reason.”
“Boss type shit,” I chuckled, then kissed her pussy. “Sexy as fuck.” I sucked on her pussy, and her legs started to shake. I had two hours to worship her, and then I had to go into a meeting that would change our lives forever.
“I love you, Am,” Yale moaned. “Fuck, I love you.”
**
“What was so urgent that you wanted to meet me here?” Xayne asked as he approached me. We shook hands, and I stepped back and put my hands in my pockets.
“I found out something that involves your family and wanted to be the one to tell you, face to face,” I answered, and henodded. Xayne kept his face neutral, but I could tell from the small tick of his eye that he was ready to go to war without even knowing the details. Xayne never had a problem with showing out, especially if it involved his family. The biggest problem was his wife, Xia. She was an absolute monster.
“Speak on it,” Xayne said with a single nod. “And make it fast so I know who I’m killing.”
“It involves Xavier,” I said.
“Looks like we have company,” Xayne said as Tulane’s plane slowly came to a stop next to his. “I’m assuming that whoever that is needs to be a part of the conversation as well?”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Then let’s wait,” Xayne said and leaned against my car.
