Chapter 22
Twenty-Two
TRULY
The palms of my hands were damp before I even reached his door. I balanced the small lunch carrier in one hand, bottle of new energy tea in the other, and tried to ignore the way my heart had been racing since I stepped out of the elevator.
I wanted to do something special for Bleu since he bought me my new car.
Having my car gave me more independence.
I was able to get around better without asking anyone around the house for favors.
That was all thanks to Bleu. I also acknowledged the way that he hadn’t mentioned it or gloated in the fact that he even got me a car.
He saw that it was something that I needed and provided without expecting anything in return.
I didn’t know what was in the air with Aubry, he backed off of me majorly the past couple of days.
He sent me a text the other night asking for permission to stop by and talk to me face to face tomorrow.
He also said that he would be bringing Lolani to me.
I was stuck on him asking for permission to stop by my parents’ house and him willingly bringing Lo Lo to me after all his threats and aggressive text messages while being at Bleu’s house for the week.
I woke up feeling good and inspired to make a new tea blend. I went out to shop earlier for groceries since Lo Lo was coming over. I didn’t need to know how long she was staying I was just ecstatic to have my baby with me.
The halls of Maison Langston smelled like polished wood mixed with soft floral perfume. Everything gleamed. Each door had gold name plates, and there were flesh plants and flowers everywhere I turned.
I paused outside his office and stared at the brass plate that read:
Bleu Langston
Creative Director
The plate was so shiny, I could see my reflection in it.
My short blond pixie cut had copper streaks in it today.
I purposely wore a body-con cotton material dress that hugged all of my curves.
My dress was light pink with a small split revealing my thick thigh.
On my feet were light pink and hot pink New Balance 9060 shoes.
I smoothed my hands down the sides of my dress to will my nerves to behave.
“Girl go,” I mumbled to myself.
The carrier that held Bleu’s lunch smelled faintly of rosemary and garlic from the grilled chicken I packed, and the tea bottle still felt cool in my hand. I tapped lightly on the door and held my breath.
“Come in, Thickumz.” Bleu’s deep voice reached from behind the door.
I exhaled the breath I was holding and turned the handle.
Bleu stood near the window, suit jacket off.
His sleeves rolled to his tatted elbows.
Papers were spread across his desk in neat stacks.
His office was immaculate, and it smelled just like him.
He had wide windows and charcoal-gray walls, a huge pool table divided the open space between his huge oak desk and the lounge leather couch by the door.
For a moment I just stood there, caught between nerves and admiration. Per usual, Bleu had on navy blue slacks and a light baby blue button-down shirt.
My gaze lingered on Bleu for a moment longer, drawn to the way his smooth brown skin caught the afternoon light, emphasizing every curve and contour of his well-defined body.
The subtle, masculine notes of his cologne drifted through the air, wrapping around me and making my heart flutter.
He turned slowly, his posture relaxed yet commanding, and when his hazel brown eyes met mine, I felt a jolt of electricity pass between us.
“Lock the door behind you.” He smirked.
His eyes salaciously roamed up and down my figure.
I sat the lunch carrier down and turned to lock the door.
Blood rushed everywhere except my damn brain.
My body instantly heated up, as nervousness had me holding on to the top lock tightly.
I braced myself to turn back around to face him.
Soon as I turned, Bleu was right in my personal space.
Bleu’s intense gaze never wavered, he closed the small distance between us, his presence was overwhelming and magnetic.
I could feel my pulse racing, my breath coming out in small bursts as the tension in the room grew thick.
He reached out, his fingers grazed the side of my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.
The air felt charged, anticipation swirled around us as he leaned in closer, his lips barely a whisper away from my ear.
“You thought about me in a way that really turns me the fuck on, Truly.” His deep voice did something to me.
I was at a loss for words; I licked my lips and goofily held up the chilled Stanely cup between us.
He could feel me; there was no doubt in my mind that he witnessed the tremors in my breathing.
My nipples were probably stabbing his chest by now.
Why did this man have to have so much sex appeal so effortlessly?
“The tea is really sweet. It has elderberries, hibiscus, and a hint of ginger. I think you’ll love it with your lunch” I felt breathless saying all of that.
His eyes flared with heat; I blushed and shifted my weight to my left foot.
“Yeah?” His hand slid up my dress inch by inch until I felt the cool air of his office against my ass and upper thighs.
“What else is sweet, Truly?” He licked his lips the same time I licked mine.
Before I could blink, Bleu dipped his entire hand inside of my already drenched panties. He cupped my mound and squeezed.
“Tell me why you came?” He pressed his body against mine until I felt his hard dick press against my thigh.
“I missed you and wanted to do something special to make you smile.” I whimpered out.
Heat sizzled through my veins. I couldn’t think straight, his middle finger slid down my wet slit.
He teased my clit with feather light strokes.
Bleu dragged his mouth down my neck until he reached the base of my throat.
He snatched the cup out of my hand, tossed it to the couch then spun me around.
My cheek kissed the wall; I dropped my head in defeat. I gasped when he yanked the bottom of my dress above my ass. I heard his belt unbuckling then his pants unzipping. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth; my heart thudded in my chest as anticipation started to get the best of me.
“You trying to be my woman?” He bit down into my neck then sucked the pain away.
“I guess.” I replied softly.
Bleu’s hand slapped my ass; a sexy chuckle left his mouth from behind.
“You playing around, Truly.” He groaned.
“Look, I just simply came to bring you lunch and tea.” I giggled.
I was laughing but wasn’t shit funny. The pointed tips of my nipples were so hard they ached to be stroked and sucked on. I became delirious with lust for Bleu. I was trying to play it smooth as possible, but he was making it hard on me.
“Tell me who you want to belong to.” He slid his dick through my wet folds.
His heavy tool slapped against my ass before repeating the same action.
“I want to belong to Bleu Langston.” I moaned the words out, closing my eyes.
He slammed into me; his hand covered my mouth as I loudly whimpered into the palm of his hand.
“Shit, Truly! This pussy belong to me, you belong to me!”
I was so far gone, I just nodded my head in agreement because he was a hundred percent correct.
I eyed the framed photos of different beautiful models along his office wall.
I worried about the frames crashing down to the floor since they shook violently with each stroke he delivered.
He pulled out, glided his dick to my clit then slid right back into the bottom of my pussy.
I licked the palm of his hand then sucked the center. My orgasm approached sooner than I expected. Right when I felt myself ready to explode, Bleu turned me around. His eyes full of lust.
“You just be saying anything when you want a nut.” He chuckled.
I looked down at my hands flattened against his hard chest and bit back my frustrations of him abruptly stopping right when I was close. He leaned down and probed at my mouth with his tongue. I arched against him breathing deeply through my nose as he deepened the kiss.
Bleu was dangerous as hell. He knew exactly what to do, my blood ran hot for him as my heart hammered in my chest. Every pull of his lips against mine along with his velvety tongue entangle with mines sends a spike of heat that causes my pussy to cry out to him.
A desperate moan slipped out in between him kissing me. Bleu took my head with both hands and broke the kiss. His fingers pressed into my scalp then massaged over my short waves.
“You can’t be too loud, if I give you what you want.” He grinned before pecking my lips.
“I won’t.” I panted out.
He reached up and pinched my hard nipple through the dress.
As if that wasn’t enough, he pulled both my breasts out of the top of my dress then pressed his nose between them.
Slowly, he moved his mouth over my right nipple then bit into it.
I stifle a moan the best I can but start to lose my mind when he swirled his tongue around it.
Bleu eyes penetrated mine as he nibbled on my nipple. His hand moved down my stomach, sliding back into my panties. The heel of his palm pressed against my pussy; he moved his hand from side to side.
“I want you on that couch with that big ass booty in the air.” He spoke huskily.
“Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Bleu.” My breath hitched.
“Good girl.”
My heart leaped out of my chest as he removed his hand and mouth from my nipple. My body begged for more of his touch.
“On the couch, Thickumz.” He said in an authoritative tone.