Page 11 of The Heart of a Capricorn
We talked some more about trivial things and things we’d done over the years. I told Lyric about some of the situations I encountered while working. The conversation just flowed so effortlessly between us.
Once we were done eating, we walked around the museum. I stood back a little whenever Lyric took a minute to study a particular piece. With some pieces, she was vocal about what she thought of the piece; with some, she just stared.
“This one is absolutely amazing.” She gushed.
“It is.” My eyes gravitated to her, but she didn’t notice. She was too busy gazing at the picture.
“I think I follow this artist on social media. Her name is Leilani. Apparently, she’s dating some baseball player,” Lyric informed me.
“That’s what’s up.” I grabbed her hand, and she turned to face me. Lyric’s face beamed with happiness when she looked at me. “I think the picture is nice, but you are the true work of art. Dance with me.” I pulled her into my arms and wrapped my hands around her waist.
There were no questions asked, or hesitation, when she wrapped her arms around my neck. Lyric just went with the flow.
Having her in my arms made me feel at peace. Her floral scent filled my nostrils as we swayed back and forth. I pushed her hair to her back because I needed an unobstructed view of her face. Her full, glossed lips called out to me, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t just yet.
My pulse quickened, and my heart pounded in my chest as I stared into her eyes. The lighting in the room made them shine brighter than they usually did. One of her eyes looked gray, while the other seemed more brownish, but it gave her more of a unique look.
“Thank you for this, Chauncey.” Lyric laid her head on my chest as we continued to move to the music.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for agreeing.”
I pulled her closer to my body and basked in the feeling of having her in my arms. If it were possible, I would never let her go again.
I heldon to Chauncey’s arm as we walked out of the museum. We were so engrossed in each other that I almost forgot it was a bustling city outside. I couldn’t get over us having dinner in a museum. The artwork in there was so nice, and I loved seeing black women artists receive the recognition they deserved.
“Dinner was amazing,” I mentioned to Chauncey as he opened the car door.
“Because I had amazing company.” He stood back to give me room to get into the car, before he got in behind me.
Everything about Chauncey turned me on. It wasn’t just about his looks. It was his intelligence and the way he paid attention to me when I talked. I’d gone on dates where the man wasn’t interested in things like my job, or when I learned newsoftware. Chauncey didn’t seem to be bothered when I rambled on about the project I was in the middle of.
Since I’d seen him in the bar, I wondered if I would see him again or spend time with him. I knew he came by the office, but I was so busy that we didn’t get a chance to talk.
When he asked me on a date, I didn’t hesitate to agree. My best friend, Katrina, told me to live a little and have some fun. I couldn’t be in Sin City and not commit a few sins. Her words, not mine.
If I were going to live on the edge, Chauncey was the perfect candidate for it. For two days, I woke up horny because Chauncey invaded my dreams.
Chauncey’s phone pinged when we pulled away from the curb, so while he was occupied responding to whoever texted him, I decided to give him a little gift.
“Sorry, about that . . .” Chauncey’s words trailed off when I put my panties in his hand.
He cocked his eyebrow, and I smirked. “What you tryna do, Lyric?”
I innocently batted my eyes. “Whatever you trying to do, Chauncey.”
He looked toward the closed partition, then back at me, before he scooted closer to me.
The hunger in his eyes made me wet. I probably shouldn’t have taken off my panties, because I probably ruined the seat. Oh well. If I had to pay to get them cleaned, so be it.
Chauncey reached up and cupped the side of my face. When his face moved closer to mine, I inched forward so he didn’t have to move too much. Our lips were instantly on each other’s, and I moaned when my tongue met his. I pivoted my body to get closer to him. The kiss was so deadly, I felt my juices leak out of me. I put my hand on the back of Chauncey’s neck to deepen the kiss even more. My other hand felt how hard his dick was.
My legs parted when his hand inched slowly up my thigh.
Chauncey broke the kiss, but his finger stayed dangerously close to my pussy. “You trying to get fucked in the back of the Bach?”
“I’m not opposed to it,” I whispered as I pushed my hips forward. I was hot all over, and I needed Chauncey to put out my fire.
The partition was up, but I wasn’t sure if the driver could hear me, and I didn’t care. I let out a long moan when Chauncey’s thick finger brushed over my clit.
