Page 7 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
Thirty minutes later, I was dressed and ready to start another day as the only woman allowed to be so close to him, I could breathe the same air he exhaled. Yesterday was a two piece but today I settled on a wine red dress that stopped midthigh. It fit my body so good it looked painted on. I paired it with a pair of nude red bottoms. I had every intention of making that man fall for me, I mean forLondon,even more.
Finally making it out the door, I rode the elevator to the lobby. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I headed for the revolving door. Thomas, the driver, was already out front and waiting with the door open. I learned that he parked in our garage every morning and used the spare key for the Maybach to start his shift as their driver. He was a good respectable man.
“Good morning, Ms. Geter.”
“Good morning, Thomas. You feeling alright?”
“Yes ma’am. Do you have my itinerary ready?”
“You know I do.” I handed over the list of places Snoh had meetings with the times listed beside them.
“Thank you kindly,” he said offering a smile.
I returned it and climbed in the back. He shut the door, and we headed to Snoh’s mansion. He wasn’t far from me and London’s condo at all. There was a smooth fifteen-minute max distance between us. The mellow tunes of Ari Lennox played lowly as we cruised through the city to Silver Stone Estates.
As we pulled into his gated driveway, I noticed he was standing on his balcony. He was fine and he knew it. I calledhis phone, and he answered immediately with a fresh smile that stretched from ear to ear. I smirked, knowing all it took was a single call for him to fold.
“What are you wearing, London?” he questioned off rip.
My sister might’ve shrugged off his flirtatious aggressiveness, but it spoke to my body differently. His voice was low and sultry. He spoke to me as if he’d been waiting for me. It took me a second to realize I’d been keeping him waiting for an answer. Ignoring him was going to be so fuckin’ hard.
“I’m wearing a red wine dress with nude heels. My accessory is a pair of diamond earrings only. My hair is in a high ponytail, and I went with YSL Black Opium. Is there anything else you need before I come in and fix you breakfast, Snoh?”
“That’s all, beautiful.”
I hung up and instantly penetrated my bottom lip with my teeth as I clenched my thighs together.
Babies.
I’d give him however many he wanted with no hesitation. That man had me blushing so hard it was beginning to hurt. I didn’t think I would be so close to losing my shit like this. London wasn’t bothered because men did absolutely nothing for her, but this man was taking me through it without even trying. This was normal behavior for him.
Thomas parked in front of his stairs, and I headed inside. I got started on our breakfast sandwiches while he got dressed. The timing worked out perfectly. I was wrapping his sandwich in parchment paper by the time he entered the kitchen. I had his coffee in an electrical mug I found in his cabinet.
“Good morning, Snoh. Here’s your sandwich and coffee. We have to go. You have an eight-thirty Zoom conference call. We need to get to the office.” I spoke to him with my back turned so when I finally turned around, I was confused as to why hewas just standing there staring at me. “Is something wrong?” I inquired.
“You smell nice,” he complimented.
“Thank you, so do you. Now, grab your breakfast and let’s go.” I grabbed his briefcase, my sandwich, bottled water, and headed for the door.
However, his arm snaking around my waist stopped me dead in my tracks. His face closed in on mine with him slightly brushing his cheek against mine. He inhaled deeply taking my scent in completely. At that very moment, I stopped breathing.
His grip tightened as if he’d fallen under my spell. This was London’s job, and I was trying my hardest not to cross that line but gestures as such had my knees weak. Before I knew it, I’d be face down taking all of him if I wasn’t careful.
“Are you done? If you enjoy the perfume that much, I’ll be sure to wear it again. We have to go, Snoh.” I gently pushed him back and continued about my way.
I didn’t start breathing properly until I was able to take in fresh air. To have him so close and not be able to kiss him, rub him, or even absorb his aura was torture. Maybe, just maybe, I bit off more than I could chew. Snoh was fuckin’ dangerous. He was all alpha and still carried that gentleman spirit in everything he did. Any woman that tasted this man fumbled badly.
A few steps behind me, he joined me in the back of his Maybach. I made sure to put an extra layer of smoke up due to me almost becoming a lawn chair for him. Folding was an understatement. If his lips would’ve touched my neck, his entire day would’ve consisted of him nutting in me every hour on the hour. Ink Impressions wouldn’t have seen him once today.
The ride was a silent one. As bad as I wanted to straddle his lap and have a time, I refrained from doing so. To keep myself from salivating over swallowing his kids, I ate the sandwich I made. I envisioned myself cummin’ on his dick so many times itwas beginning to make my body ache. I just knew he laid pipe like no other.
“Have dinner with me tonight. I need your opinion on a business venture.”
“Why my opinion? This is your company, not mine.”
“Maybe I value the things you say and always have my back. Is that a yes or no, London?”
“It’s a yes. Always.”
