Page 27 of Mr. Blackwood

“I’ll take you somewhere that you’ll love and pamper you. How about that?”

“You really think money can buy you out of anything, don’t you?” I was pissed at myself more than anything. I was behaving like a jealous girlfriend when my role in his life hadn’t been identified. Yet, I also felt I had the advantage by not giving in super easily. I hoped that he would want to kiss up to me and seek my forgiveness; that would allow me to break his walls down.

He tipped my head back and kissed me as he dragged his hand down my neck and lightly choked me. Just like that, I was whimpering and pulling him closer. I couldn’t even deepen the kiss good enough before he pushed me back on my desk and spread my legs. Jabari snatched my pants down and off one leg, and he ripped my panties away from my body.

“Jabari!” I hissed.

“You want this pussy ate or not?” he asked as he slid two fingers inside of me.

“Mm, yes,” I whimpered. I was wet for him, and he took pleasuring in watching me fold for him. There was nothing shameful about the way that I writhed on the desk for him or in the way that I cried out, “Please eat my pussy, Jabari.”

In that moment, I didn’t care if the full staff was out front or the cleaning crew walked in on us. I just wanted his mouth on me and his dick inside of me.

He bent down and gave me what my body desired. His tongue worked its way through my folds, parting them like the River Jordan, and sucked his fill until I was at flood stage. His hands worked their way underneath my shirt and ripped my bra. My nipples immediately reacted to the warm contact of his fingers on my flesh.

My entire body heated up like I had a fever, and I couldn’t get enough of Jabari’s rich scent of oud and tonka beans, the low, deep hum in his throat, the vibrations his hum sent through my pussy, or the feeling of his lips, tongue, and fingers infiltrating every defense and barrier I erected.

When he finished corrupting my body, he stepped back and walked toward the door.

“I’ll be in touch with details about our next date,” he stated before he walked out of my office and closed the door behind him.

“Okay,” I whimpered after the door closed.

I was still sprawled on my desk with my pants hanging off one leg, and my panties resting on the floor in shreds—trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

12 – JABARI

FOLLOWING WEEKEND

Camilla stepped out of the house in a silver jumpsuit that hugged her curves in the right places. She wore a pair of expensive designer shoes on her feet, and white gold diamond tennis bracelets on both arms with a matching diamond necklace at her neck. I knew because I had sent a stylist to dress her for our date tonight.

I knew that she was pissed at me for avoiding her for four days. The vow that I made not to play games with her was broken for one purpose—to break her. I needed to take our intimacy to the next level, but I needed her to need me so desperately to the point that she would be ready to say yes to any requests or demands that I placed on her.

She smiled as she approached the open door of my midnight-blue Bentley Flying Spur Mulliner. When Creed helped her inside the rear of the vehicle with me, I greeted her with a kiss on her cheek.

“You look lovely tonight.”

“Thank you. You didn’t have to send a stylist to me.”

“I wanted to do something special for you.”

“Was this your way of making up for how you treated me last week?” she asked.

“I told you—I was handling business. What would you like to drink?” I asked, turning her attention to the selection of chilled wine and champagne in the rear refrigeration console.

“I’ll take wine until I find out whether there’s a reason to celebrate tonight.”

“There’s always a reason to celebrate when you’re in the vicinity, beautiful.”

She crossed her arms and legs while I poured her wine. I chuckled. “You’re going to pout all night or enjoy me?” I asked, handing her the wine.

She accepted it and sipped before she replied. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do.”

“You could be riding this dick rather than wasting time with an attitude.”

“Is that all you want from me, Jabari?”

“What did I tell you? If it was all about sex, I could go to any club.”