I hated the shit.
Feeling like a simp ass nigga. That wasn’t me. I was in an uncomfortable spot. Rejection wasn’t something I was used to. If I wanted a beautiful woman, she was mine in whatever way I wanted her to be. Mahogany, though married, was of no exception. However, she was an anomaly. Something I wasn’t used to. Which only made me want her more.
Ireallyhated the shit.
“I miss you too,” she mumbled after a couple of seconds of silence.
Leaning forward a little, I asked, “What was that?”
She sucked her teeth and smiled a bit. All cutesy and shit. “Not like that.”
I made a face, twisting my lips up. “Exactlylike that.”
I knew what she missed. Us. The back and forth. The conversations. My incompetence. But what she missed more than anything was my dick. I was confident about that. The way she creamed on me. The way she bounced on me. The way she squirmed and quivered on me when she came… hell yeah she missed it. Had to.
Mahogany was just… complicated. Not the situation. Her in general. She’d rather deprive herself of a good thing because of something like morals rather than give into multiple orgasms.
I understood.
Understanding didn’t mean I respected it or gave a fuck though.
If Mahogany stopped the elevator right now and told me to eat her pussy, I would. No question or hesitation involved. It was like that. I was like that. With her, remember? Slow to think… quick to react.
“Whatever,” she mumbled.
A couple of seconds later, the elevator doors opened on my floor. Too soon. I wasn’t ready to leave yet. Wasn’t ready to part ways and to be separate from the scent of her. The feel of her. Theeverythingof her. I hesitated. Stood there a bit, drawing closer, wanting to caress her cheek. Wanting to lean down to kiss her on the forehead. Wanting my lips to meet hers. Wanting to close the space between us. Needed to. My heart raced with desire.
The elevator door went to close. Neither of us stopped it, and I did what I wanted to do. First, I caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and let me. Lips parted a bit. Breathing grew labored. Exhaled. Softly. A small moan crept between her glossy lips, inviting me to them. I leaned down, bypassed her forehead andwent straight for her lips. She stopped me. Put her hands against my chest and locked eyes with me.
“Crescent.”
“Mo.”
“We can’t?—”
“Why you keep denying shit you want?”
“I’m…” her eyes went to my lips and she sighed. “I’m not. I?—”
I inched in closer, cutting her off midsentence, just inches away from her lips. I was careful. Slow. Deliberate. Didn’t want to rush. Didn’t want her to do what she just did. So, instead of going straight in, I ran my hands over the sides of her body, pulling her in. She sighed but didn’t stop me. Finally, I went in for a kiss and was immediately stopped by the dinging of the elevator.
I backed away just moments before they were completely open. Did I want to? Shit no. But because I knew Mahogany and how serious she was about her reputation and business, I stopped. Had we been anywhere else, I would have completed the kiss. Was too fuckin’ hungry for it to give a fuck anywhere else.
Standing there was her assistant, Tamia. She eyed me up and down then shifted her eyes over at Mahogany.
“Good…morning,” she said wearing a smile.
Mahogany cleared her throat. “Hey.” Looking at me, she gave me a soft smile. “Have a good day, Mr. Carter.”
“You too,” I said with a nod before she got off.
My eyes immediately went to Mahogany’s ass. I could feel Tamia watching me watch her and I didn’t give a fuck. I was bold with it. My desire for Mahogany. Always had been. Since we met. Thought that shit would change just because we almost got caught? The elevator doors closed, and I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, wishing traces of her gloss was there. Shaking myhead, I leaned against the back wall, wanting her… needing her… bad as hell.
Ten minutes later, I was seated in Shar’s office, barely listening to the new plans she had for The House of Nova Ray. My mind was on Mahogany. Earlier, I didn’t want to part ways with the scent of her perfume for nothing. She was all over me. I could smell her scent lingering on the collar of my suitcoat. Enjoyed it so much that when Shar asked if she could take my coat, I told her it was cool. I couldn’t escape the thought of the fucking woman.
“While Mrs. M’s designs are nice, I think we should go with something more practical since it is a children’s hotel and?—”
“No,” I said, snapping out of my trance. “Unless the plan is to elevate Mahogany’s design, leave it.”
