Page 1 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
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SNOH
“Ssss, right there baby. Don’t stop.” Her soft moans caressed a nigga’s ego as I stroked her deeply. Never did I imagine having her in such a vulnerable state and on my desk at that. London Briggs had my attention since the moment she was hired as my assistant. Now I had her naked as the day she was born with those thick thighs wrapped around my waist.
“I had no plans to,” I replied inhaling her intoxicating scent as my face stayed embedded in the crook of her neck.
“Shit! I’m finna cum. I’m finna c?—”
Beep! Beep! Beep!The sound of my alarm instantly brought me out of the wet dream I’d somehow emersed in. It had become a routine for me for the past few months and each time I woke up in pain from how hard my fuckin’ dick was. Grabbing it, I gave it a light massage to try and relieve the tension. This shit was beginning to take a toll on a nigga lowkey.
Since the day I was given an assistant, I hadn’t been able to think of anyone else but her. From the way she carried herself to the way she smelled, she captured my attention. It was simply her over everyone and she had no idea how strongly I felt. Iwas a gentleman nonetheless and I kept my distance as well as a professionalism about myself. I knew not to cross the line and tarnish a workspace her and I both flourish in comfortably.
London was simply breathtaking. Her caramelized skin was the kind you wanted to get lost in. The proportion sizes were everything. Her ass poked just enough for you to see that shit from the front and her breasts sat up perky as if a bra wasn’t needed. Her legs were long, thick, and toned. While her waist was tiny her curves went crazy. Any man would be a fool not to have interest in such a woman.
Sitting up on the bed, my feet touched the floor as I released a deep sigh. Another day to pretend as if I wanted nothing more from London. The worst part of my day was not being able to touch her or even give a subtle kiss. She flooded my thoughts more and more each day and at this point it was beginning to become an obsession. When I woke up, when I went to sleep, hell, while I was sleep, she was there. I needed her in more ways than one.
I headed for the bathroom to at least attempt to get my day started. My cell ringing caught my attention as I pressed the buttons for the shower. I casually walked back into the room and snatched up my phone. Seeing London’s name caused my heart to race. She always called when I couldn’t shake her from my thoughts.
“Yes beautiful?” I answered. Beautiful was the only thing I found fitting enough to call her.
“Hi Mr. Harris, how are you?” Her voice was nothing less than sweet and she carried such a provocative tone.
“Better now. What’s going on?”
“You have a meeting with the executives down at Palmer’s Publishing Company. Do you want me to stop and get coffee before I come to you?” she questioned.
“No. Come to me and then we’ll go from here. What are you wearing today? I’m only asking to get a gist of the weather. You always dress accordingly,” I lied. I wanted to match her. I always did.
“I know the routine. I’m wearing a knee stopping mauve dress with nude heels and gold accessories. My hair is up in a bun, and I smell like Donna Karen. I’ll be to you in thirty minutes.”
The call disconnected and I smirked. It had become routine with her telling me the little things. What she wore from top to bottom and how she smelled, I got it all. I asked maybe once or twice because I was running late, and she just gave me her entire rundown. From then on, she told me the little things, and it made me feel like it was her way of showing affection. Although, she never crossed the line physically, I thought of it as us getting close.
Tossing the phone on the bed, I walked backed into the bathroom then into the shower. The warm water drenched my skin as I briefly closed my eyes and took in the moment.
I was a successful Black man owning a multimillion-dollar company and instead of enjoying the fruits of my labor, I could only afford to secretly love my personal secretary privately. When she walked by a nigga, I deeply inhaled her scent. When she laughed, I shut out everything around just to hear the angelic sound. When she smiled, I snuck glances to make sure it was just as bright as the last one. I wanted London and if she didn’t know it, she was a fool.
Time flew by as I washed my body. I was stepping out with a towel wrapped around my canvas drying off when I noticed her pull up in the driveway on my security system. I handled my face and mouth before exiting the bathroom completely. My phone ringing let me know London had arrived. I slid my finger across the screen and pressed the speaker button.
“Beautiful.”
“I’m walking in. Do you want a quick breakfast sandwich? We have a few minutes to spare.”
“We’ll pick something up. I don’t want that smell to get on you.”
“Tuh! As if my perfume can be detected over your cologne. I get swallowed up anytime I’m in your presence.”
You don’t know what it feels like to be swallowed up, beautiful. I will drink all of you and still make you cum for me so effortlessly. Watch it.
“That’s a lie. I smell you from the time you come to me until the time you leave. It’s very hard to overlook you, beautiful.”
“What’s taking you so long? There’s slight traffic.”
“I’m getting dressed. I’ll be to you shortly.”
“I’m making breakfast, Mr. Harris.” Once again, she hung up the phone without allowing me to respond.
I heard slight noises downstairs letting me know she was indeed making breakfast. Ignoring my request was her thing. She was always on top of her shit, and she always made sure I was as well. My days were easy because of her and even though I never told her, she moved as if she knew it.
