Chapter 12 #2
I watched as she walked off. The sway in her hips was subtle. Enough to make the ass cheeks she hid under her skirt, jiggle. I wanted to see more of her. I was skating on thin ice like a muthafucka. Could barely compose myself.
Standing, I adjusted my dick and walked over to the window.
What was I going to do?
I looked down at it, shook my head and stuffed my hands into my pockets.
I wasn’t just hungry for her body—I was hungry for all of her.
Mahogany was thought provoking. She was…
shit, she was stimulating. Talking with her, being with her, just made me hungry for more time.
I hated when meetings ended, loved when they started.
My mouth salivated at the thought of her. Of the way she made me feel. I was hungry as fuck for her. Never had been as hungry for a woman as I was for her. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place for sure.
“Okay. Now where were we?”
I looked over my shoulder at her and looked away. Fuck. A piece of her curly hair had fallen into her face. I loved when that happened. She was such a beautiful woman.
Pivoting, I turned to rejoin her at the couch. She sat down and the split in her skirt raised just above midthigh. A tattoo played peekaboo.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing at her thigh.
She looked down at her leg and tugged on the skirt, pulling it down. Or trying to at least. Mahogany wasn’t a small woman—she was thick as fuck. The tugging was for no reason. Split raised as soon as she tugged on it again.
“Oh, my tattoo? It just says W.A.Y.S.”
“What does it stand for?” I asked.
I watched as she swallowed and tugged on the skirt again. “Why aren’t you smiling.”
“What’s the meaning behind it?” I asked, relaxing against the back of the couch, watching as she grew more uncomfortable with each question.
She shrugged. “I just like the song. It’s by Jhene Aiko.”
“Mmmh.” I grunted, only halfway believing her. People didn’t get the titles of songs tattooed on them just because they liked the lyrics. I made a mental note to have a listen on the ride home.
With a deep breath she said, “Anyway… If you would have read over the email I sent last night, you would have seen the layout plans for the lobby. I was thinking… since you like to spend money,” she paused and laughed.
“Custom pieces for the check in desks. If you look—” She paused and looked at me. “Are you listening?”
I was listening. However, my eyes were on her—not that damn iPad.
I didn’t care about anything design related.
She could do whatever she wanted to do with the hotel.
I trusted her vision. The only thing I wanted was what was listed in the requirements.
Skylights for the penthouse suites, two massive playhouses, parents suites, and a lounge for leisure.
When it came to the logistics, and the overall design scheme, I trusted Mahogany.
The House of Nova Ray was my first passion project, but I trusted Mahogany’s vision.
She had children. She was very capable of bringing the hotel to life. I was just there.
“Yeah, I’m listening. Keep goin,” I told her, eyes locked on hers. Just for a second before she looked away.
With a light laughed, I shook my head. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” She asked, eyes centered on the iPad.
“Look away whenever I catch your eye.”
“What else am I supposed to do?” She asked, crossing one leg over the other. “Stare?”
“The same thing you do with everyone else. Connect.”
My eyes found that tattoo again and I let them linger there.
When the skirt rode up a bit more, she didn’t tug on it.
She left it alone. Bounced her leg a bit, causing the skirt to raise a bit more.
She was nervous. I was famished. I didn’t get excited about shit like a little thigh.
It wasn’t easy to get me riled up. At all.
I’d had my share of pussy. Had fucked with a nice amount of women.
I didn’t use words like famished to describe my desire for them.
Just… shit… I wanted to fuck. I was horny.
Simple shit. But my mouth literally salivated at the thought of Mahogany.
Her cocoa brown thighs begged to be touched.
Pulled at me. Urged me. Taunted me. I wanted to part them both.
Wanted to dive in between them. I wondered…
if she was a creamer. Or if it was thin and sticky.
I wondered about her scent. Wanted to know if she smelled as sweet as she did sitting beside me.
Wanted to know if it was faint. Wondered if she’d mind me spreading her open to take a long…
long.. whiff. Did she like to be licked? Sucked on? Kissed?
I was bugging.
All of that because I’d seen a little thigh. I was tempted as hell to reach over to rub her.
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and slightly tilted my head to the side, steady eyeing the tattoo.
“I connect with you too,” She softly said, watching me, watch her.
“Not like that you don’t,” I told her. “Why’d you get it there? To hide it?”
She knew my eyes were on her thigh, yet she did nothing to cover it up.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“From who?”
Then she tugged on her skirt and took a deep breath. “People with questions,” she laughed. “You feel like focusing?”
“I’m focused,” I told her before my eyes travelled from her thigh to her lips.
Mahogany was the focal point, obviously.
I didn’t know how long it would be before I made a move.
I didn’t know how long it would be before I fucked up and did something I’d probably later regret.
Fucking with Mahogany, the way I wanted to fuck with her could be detrimental to the company.
Not only because she would indeed fall in love, but because she was married.
I wondered how long it would be before none of that shit mattered.
Before I let my desire for flesh-to-flesh to potentially ruin a good thing.
Would it be ruined? The probability was high.
I’d never fucked with anybody I worked with.
Never had the desire to. Had never been faced with a problem like this one.
Had never felt sex oozing from a woman the way I felt it oozing from her.
It was thick. Almost as thick as she was.
The energy in the room. It was heavily laced with desire.
Longing. Chemistry. Thirst. Forbiddance.
And every time I saw her… every time we were like this…
alone, face to face… it thickened. I wanted her more and the self-control I thought I had, diminished a bit.
I looked up and caught her eye. This time she didn’t look away.
This time, she stayed put. Looked back at me with sultry eyes of a feline, seeking out prey.
And I inched in closer. She didn’t back away; her eyes traveled from mine to my lips.
I licked them. My heart raced and I felt a tug.
An urge. One that said to go in for a kiss.
I was only a couple of seconds away. Maybe not even that.
A millisecond, I was so fucking hungry for her lips.
My eyes traveled from her lips to her rising and falling chest. She was damn near panting.
I wondered if she noticed the same thing coming from me.
Instead of inching in for a kiss, she inched in closer to me. The air between us was magnetic. But she resisted. Locked eyes with me, took a deep breath and pulled back. And that hand went to the back of her neck.
“You—you know what? I—I c-can… I might be able to… to um… squeeze you in tomorrow. I—"
Before she could end the meeting, I went in.
Interrupted her stammering with an unrushed kiss to a pair of lips that beckoned me.
I wondered if the pair between her legs would beckon me the same.
When our lips met, she exhaled, and I did too.
It was a relief. Meeting in the middle like that after wanting to for so long.
I was supposed to have self-control. I was supposed to consider all of the shit I’d just thought about earlier.
You know… ethics… keeping the company intact…
not ruining a good thing. But in the moment, I didn’t give a fuck about anything but having her lips against mine.
Didn’t give a fuck about our contract, or the wedding band on her finger.
And apparently, she didn’t give a fuck neither.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over onto my lap.
She didn’t resist—she let me handle her.
And I took that as a cue to keep going. Mahogany’s hunger for me was just as persistent and aggressive as mine, by the way she kissed me and gyrated her hips on my lap.
She raked her nails down the back of my head, and I raked mine down her back, before gripping her ass.
She moaned into my mouth, and I softly sucked on her tongue. Again, she moaned.
Each moan awakened something inside of me. Made my heart race and my dick pulsate. She was such a fucking woman. So feminine. So… fucking… sexy. I wanted my lips on her skin, but I was afraid that if I pulled away from the kiss, it would ruin the tempo, and I didn’t want to skip a beat.
But then the phone rang and I panicked. A little.
Didn’t disrupt the kiss… just waited for her to.
She didn’t. In fact, she deepened it, and I was relieved.
I wondered if like me, she was worried about me breaking the kiss because of it.
Soon after, the ringing of the phone didn’t matter.
Suddenly, it faded out. Wasn’t as alarming as it was before.
I could barely hear it over us panting and the wet sound of us kissing.
Delicately, I rubbed her ass cheeks, urging her to slow down.
She was… feverish. Rushed. Impatient. Hungry as if she hadn’t been kissed in weeks.
I wanted to savor it. Didn’t know how long I had before she would come to her senses and pull away.
So… I slowed her down. With a slow steady pace, I swirled my tongue around her eager mouth and planted soft kisses in between.
She followed my lead. Stopped softly raking her nails down the back of my head and began to rub me there instead.
Then, I was confident enough to pull away.
I wanted to know if her skin tasted like the vanilla scent that emanated from it.
Softly, I kissed her on the shoulder, and she moaned again.
Gripped the back of my neck and tossed her head back.
That, to me, was an invitation to her neck.
Slowly, I made a trail of kisses from her shoulder to the side of her neck where her pulse raced.
Shit. With an aggressive grip of her ass cheeks, I grunted into the side of her neck and kissed her there.
I wanted to suck but… respect. She had a husband to go home to.
Instead, I ran my tongue up the length of it.
She pulled her hands from the back of my neck and grabbed my face.
Again, she hungrily kissed me, and I let her.
Softly, she sucked on my tongue, and moved her hips back and forth, dry fucking me.
I slid my hands from her ass to find my way up her skirt. I wanted to touch skin.
And she let me.
I slid my fingers under the thin lace thong and gripped her ass cheeks.
She moaned.
Shit, I moaned. The warmth from her pussy called out to me. Begged me to slip my fingers between her slippery folds. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Before I could even get close to brushing my fingers against her clit, there was a knock at the door.