Page 40 of Mr. Blackwood

“Are you surprised?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She pressed the elevator call button.

“Everyone can see how desperately I wanted to leave and how badly I fucking want you.” My dick pressed against her soft ass cheeks as I nipped at her earlobe.

“Not here, Jabari.”

“Why not here? Don’t you think it would be a turn-on to get caught?”

She gasped and tried to break free of my embrace. “No, Jabari.”

“Why not? I think it would make that pretty little pussy wet, just knowing that some of those same men who you were talking to would see you getting fucked.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re thinking of—”

“I’m a possessive man, Camilla. I’m not into the kinkiness of letting people watch me fuck; but I suspect it’s a turn on for you.”

“It’s not,” she denied.

“Is that pussy wet underneath that short dress? Are you even wearing panties, Camilla?”

The elevator doors opened at the same time she released a hot little moan. In one quick move, I pushed her into the elevator with her back against the wall.

I reached inside my pocket and removed my phone. I pressed a button on the app and shoved my phone back into my pocket. No sooner than I did, the elevator stopped.

“What happened?”

I placed my hand around her neck and squeezed tightly before I brushed my lips casually against hers.

Camilla’s eyes lowered with lust, and she leaned in to fuse our lips.

“How loyal are you to me, Camilla?”

She jerked back with her eyes wide. “Very loyal to you.”

“Do you care about me, Camilla?”

She released a nervous laugh. “You know that I do.”

“Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. What’s going on, Jabari?”

“I care about you, and I would hate to lose you or find out that your feelings for me aren’t true.”

I licked the column of her neck and slid her dress up her hips.

“Mm, Jabari.” She moaned. “My feelings are real.”

“It’s not easy for me to open up to someone like this.”

“You can open up to me, baby.”

I slid my fingers into her panties and over the folds of her flesh. Just as I’d thought, she was wet as hell, and I had a feeling it was from the thought of being caught fucking.