Page 33 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“I feel special.” She beamed.
“That you are, my love.”
She smiled and began eating her food. I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her glasses today. I assumed she was wearing contacts; otherwise, her clumsy self would have fallen in those heels she wore. I could barely get through the dinner without staring at her, and each time she caught me, she blushed. I didn’t want every time we linked up, we fucked, but I couldn’t help it. I liked sex, especially sex with her. Her soft body was my guilty pleasure.
After dinner, I gave her a tour of the house, then we settled in the theater to watchComing 2 America. I grabbed the wooden box that sat on the ottoman in front of us and pulled a pre-roll and lighter from it.
“You smoke?” she asked, shocked.
“Occasionally. Does that bother you?”
She shook her head. “No. I just didn’t take you as a smoker.”
“I have to sometimes, to settle my mental. Looking at numbers, taking meetings, and making sure my company thrives, takes a toll on me. So, I smoke to calm my nerves and settle my anxiety.”
“I understand.” She placed kisses on my neck and ear, then cuddled closer to me, wrapping her arm around my waist. I lit my joint then leaned back, getting comfortable.
“You want to try?”
“I’ve never smoked before. I don’t know how.”
“Come here,” I said, pulling her onto my lap. My hand instantly went to her ass as I rubbed and squeezed it gently. I licked my lips, looking up at her blushing like crazy. “Damn, you’re fine, Ms. Grant.”
“Thank you, Mr. West. I think you’re pretty hot too.”
“You showing your valley girl side I see.”
She laughed. “Leave me alone.”
“Never. I love that shit . . . When I blow the smoke in your mouth, just inhale slowly then let it out slowly.” I pulled from the joint, and she lowered her head to my mouth. When I saw her do as I instructed, I watched her beautiful, red painted lips blow the smoke into the air and then look at me.
Damn, she was sexy as fuck.
I repeated the process three times before I captured her lips—kissing her deeply.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, palming my face. My hand went under her dress, pushing her thong to the side, and finding one of my favorite places on her body.
“Avery.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want you.”
“What do you want me to do, mama?”
“Make love to me.” I put the joint out in the ashtray, scooped her up, and laid her on the couch.
“You got it, baby,” I said, pulling her dress over her head and proceeding to give her what she asked of me.
Anniversary Party
“Well, don’t you look like money!” Emani exclaimed, stepping into my office. I smiled and pulled her in for a hug.
“Money is my middle name, obviously.”
“And is!” She laughed. “Ya ass been up here for almost two hours. It’s time to get that ass to the party.”
“I’m coming. Just mentally preparing myself.”
