I ran my tongue over my bottom lip with a smile. “Aight, aight. I hear you. What were you saying?”
Playfully, she rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and went back to showing me the samples of wood she brought in. “I like the white oak,” she paused and ran her hand over it. “This one… the European white oak would be for the lobby.” Nodding towards another plank, she said, “The engineered white oak for the playroom. But as you see, I have multiple for you to choose from. This one… the walnut could work if?—
“The white oak. For both the lobby and the playroom,” I interrupted, with my eyes locked on her.
Her brows raised. “You need tolookat what I’m showing you, Crescent. Touch it.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Right.”
With a deep breath, I shifted around in my seat and ran my hand over the wood.
I would have loved to sit up and just work, but Mahogany had this magnetism to her I couldn't resist. Today especially. She looked better than usual. She wore her long braids down, cascading over the side of her head. The suit pants she had on hugged every curve on her body with perfection. She'd come out of her suit coat and was wearing just a white tank.
She was busy talking about plans, I was busy thinking about what the inside of her pussy felt like. I knew how to conduct myself at meetings. Knew that listening to the finalized design was important too. But I just didn’t give a fuck about anything but feeling the inside of her warm, wet pussy. It wasn’t just the physical attraction that had me on one. Not only that magnetism, neither. It was her. Her brain, remember? Her passion. She was in the middle of talking about flooring and the playroom she’d convinced me to add when my dick began to swell. I didn’t hear shit she was saying for real. A nigga just nodded and approved everything because the ideas came from her beautiful mind.
“Yeah. I fuck with the white oak. Finalize it, baby.”
She blushed and moved one of the braids from her face. “Okay, white oak it is.”
“I love when you do that.”
“When I do what?” She asked, looking up from the planks, at me.
“Breathe,” I joked. “Nah, when you blush. You act like you don’t like the baby shit, but you do.”
She sighed, steady blushing. “Oh my God, Crescent hush.”
“Look at you,” I said with a smirk. “Can’t even stop smiling. You love this just as much as I do.”
She picked the material up and walked over to the other side of the room where she kept all of her samples. My eyes traveled the length of her body, lingering on her phat ass. I was convinced she’d worn those pants for me. Shit, I was convinced she’d doneeverything for me. I bet she stood in her bedroom, at the mirror, thinking of ways to drive me crazy because that’s exactly what she did. Drove a nigga insane, for real.
“Pervert,” she said, her back to me, as she put things away. “You need to focus.”
“I am focused. On the muthafuckin’ prize, shorty.”
She sucked her teeth, laughed and looked over her shoulder at me, shaking her head. “This is why we need to stick to virtual meetings,” she sang.
The virtual shit wouldn’t changethis. It wouldn’t stop me from staring, wanting to eat her ass. Literally. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to stare at her ass, smell her perfume or any of those things but I’d still desire her. Honestly, the virtual meetings would only make me want her more.
I pushed up from the chair and walked over to the side of the room where she was. The minute I stood behind her, her body tensed up, as if she knew I was there. And when I leaned down, placing my face to the side of her neck, her body softened and she exhaled. There was something about her pheromones that did it for me. Shit, who was I kidding? Everything about her did it for me. Experiencing Mahogany was different. Nothing like I’d ever experienced before and I’d been with a lot of women. None of them made me hungry. None of them made me lose my focus. None of them imprinted on me like her. She was… my God. And she didn’t even do much. Just breathe. Just exist.
“What are you doing?” she softly asked.
“What you asked me to do,” I told her, my lips brushing up against her soft, supple skin.
“I didn’t ask you to do anything, Mr. Carter.”
I grunted, that Mr. Carter shit driving me up a wall.
“Verbally, nah. Spiritually, you ask for a lot.”
She sucked her teeth. “You can hear my soul, now?”
I kissed her on her neck. “Mmhmm. It talks to me every single time we’re together.”
She leaned back and closed her eyes. “Mmh. Does it now?”
“Since I saw you,” I told her, referring to her IG pictures, as my hands traveled up the sides of her body.
