Page 62 of Mr. Blackwood

“Not at all. I’ve been looking forward to it too.”

“Before our vacation, when was the last time that you took one, Jabari?”

I frowned and sat back in my seat thinking about it. I shook my head and pulled my fingers through my beard. “Honestly, Cami, I don’t know. I haven’t really taken vacations. The last seventeen years since I started my first commercial property, I’ve traveled a lot. Each time I traveled, if it wasn’t for business, I was conducting business while I was away. Being with you was the first time that I shut out the world and let Elian and the others handle everything.”

“Good for you. I’m hoping you can have plenty more of those in your future. You work hard; you deserve it. After going through so much in your younger years, coming from the very bottom of the barrel, and fighting and clawing your way to get here, it’s the least you deserve. You should treat yourself, baby.”

I turned my drink up and finished it off. “I know.”

She looked around the rooftop and giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“I was thinking about my first time coming up here. I never expected to run into anyone that late at night, especially not the owner. I was pissed off at your condescending attitude, but look at us now, baby.”

I reached across the table and lifted her hand to my lips. As I stared into her eyes, I kissed each of her fingers and winked at her. “Yeah, look at us now; it’s been eight months.” I settled back in my seat again and then expressed what was on my mind.

“We met here eight months ago today, but it wasn’t the first time that I saw you. I was in a mergers and acquisitions meeting the first time that I saw you, and I knew that I wanted to know you. I was determined to meet you. When you came on the rooftop that day, I knew my life would be forever changed. I believe that our paths are forever intertwined and will continually evolve into something greater.” I knelt in front of her and continued. “Camilla, I have everything in this world that a man could want, except for true love. You opened my eyes to what that looked and felt like when you sacrificed everything to be with me. I want to ask you to share my empire with me. Will you marry me?” I opened the box to show her the exquisite diamond ring that I had specifically designed for her.

Tears formed in her eyes, and she nodded. I needed to hear her words, not just her nonverbal cues. I needed to hear Camilla say that “yes, she would marry” me. After all that I had been through, I never thought that I would arrive at this place in my life, but at forty two I had, and I wanted it all—wife, babies, and her entire heart.

Camilla was speechless for the first time. She kept bobbing her head, and her hands covered her mouth as tears poured down her face. I stood and pulled them down.

“Baby, I need to know if you’re in this. Will you marry me?” I repeated.

“Yes, Jabari. Yes, I’ll marry you. I didn’t see this coming, especially after the difficult road we traveled, but there was no better destination than here. My heart is so full right now,” she confessed as she stood and threw her arms around me.

When she kissed me, it was with slow intention and a promise of a lifetime of trust, love, and sacrifice.

I pulled her sweater dress up and over her head. We stood by the outdoor fireplace on the rooftop, and I knew that we were alone. Our building was the tallest in the area, so I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing us.

I unhooked her bra and removed her panties before I stood back and stared at her in the stiletto boots that she wore.

“Someone may come up here, Jabari.”

I slowly allowed my eyes to roam over her before they rested on her gaze. “Not tonight. A building-wide memo went out informing the tenants that it was shut down for the night. I also have a lock code on the door tonight that no one else can access except for me.

“What took you so long to tell me?” she asked, teasingly as she walked toward me with those hips swaying.

She pushed me back down into the chair I had occupied, and she climbed in my lap. Our kisses were loud and hungry as she ground against me. My hands gripped her ass and spread it apart as I lightly rocked upward.

“I think you’d better take those pants off, Mr. Blackwood. Someone is missing me.”

She reached between us and unzipped my pants before she freed my erection. It felt so happy in her hands that my dick jerked and grew some more at the touch of her hand.

My woman climbed off my lap, lowered to her knees, and stared up at me. “Mr. Blackwood, would you please fuck my face, sir?”

“Gladly.”

I stood over her, untied my tie, and bound her hands behind her. I slid my dick into her wet, waiting lips. She hollowed her cheeks and slowly sucked me deeper.

“Aww fuck,” I groaned as my hips pumped, enjoying the way that she took me in.

Only moments later, I was doing exactly what she asked. I fucked her face while she knelt and took it. My pumps were hard, fast, and furious. After a while, I released her hands, and she played with my balls, and her other hand fingered her treasure. The sight of her on her knees in nothing but her stiletto boots and finger fucking her pussy was all I could take.

I pulled out of her mouth and let my load explode all over her face and breasts. She licked away what she could and sucked the remnants off my dick.

The minute that she finished, she stood, grabbed her purse, and removed wipes from within. Camilla cleaned her face and breasts before she tackled me.