Page 27 of Enigma
“I can’t decide if I want to sit across from you to stare at the masterpiece you are, or sit beside you to have a hands-on experience as we’re in the sky,” he said.
Looking up from my e-reader to give him my attention, Ahmir was looking at me with hunger, his bottom lip pulled sexily between his teeth. Letting my eyes travel along his body from his locs that were freshly re-twisted and hanging free, to the cream button down shirt with gold cufflinks, to the perfectly tailored mint green silk-linen trousers, ending at the tan suede Ferragamo loafers, I licked my lips shamelessly at his fine ass.
“Keep looking at me like that and watch you end up with 8.5 the hard way, pushing in and out until you’re screaming my name…again,” he smirked.
“The mile high club is definitely on my bucket list, so don’t threaten me with a goodtime,” I countered, a playful smile splayed on my face, as we both laughed.
Deciding to sit next to me so we could prepare for takeoff, Ahmir and I buckled our seatbelts as our flight attendant went over all the safety regulations and guidelines, before informing us that we just needed to hit the call button if we needed anything after taking off. She was a gorgeous plus-size woman, much like me, filling out her uniform with every dip and curve exactly where it needed to be. Her beautiful, golden-brown skin looked buttery soft, as freshly done boho knotless braids cascaded across her back. Her gorgeous smile, covered in shimmery lip gloss, and her pleasant, mildly flirtatious attitude made her the perfect addition to our flight.
“She’s gorgeous,” I stated casually as we both watched her walk away to get situated for takeoff.
“Very,” Ahmir agreed as he turned his attention to me.
I knew Dana and Ahmir were planning to get married soon, but they never talked about a wedding, so I decided to ask, “How’s the wedding planning going, Mir?”
“There’s nothing to plan, actually. Dana and I want an intimate ceremony, with maybe a handful of people. While we love to attend parties and big events, we rarely like to be the center of attention at them,” he answered.
“Trust me, I get it. One of the things I hated most about Angel being a sports and entertainment attorney was all the mingling, networking, and socializing. I find peace in the OR where there’s very few bodies and very little talking, so going to all the parties and events and talking to people I had very little in common with was always a doozy,” I giggled.
Over the course of the flight, we had several drinks and a light meal as we fell into a steady conversation where we discussed everything from music to food to our professional goals, and so much more. The chemistry I had with Caleb was electric and undeniably rare, but so was the chemistry I had with Dana and Ahmir.
Ahmir and I made the most of our flight, getting to know each other better, from our sports teams, where we discovered we were division rivals, he a lifelong Giants fan and I an Eagle that loved to fly high. I couldn’t wait for the season to start because Cal had already purchased season tickets in addition to a club suite. We were looking forward to seeing Rio play and making the play for another ring. We laughed over foods we loved and hated, he believing I might be the one person roaming this earth that hated pancakes and should be jailed for such poor decision making in breakfast food.
“I know a man who eats candy corn, Peeps, and Whoppers, is not parading around as judge, jury, and executioner when it comes to the next person’s palette,” I said, nudging him as we both laughed.
“It’s cool, baby, I’mma turn you on to the good snack agenda and take you from good to great,” causing me to double over with laughter. He grabbed my chin, bringing my lips to his and kissing me slowly and sensually, causing me to whimper in satisfaction.
We had some deeper conversations as well, mainly about what the future held for him and Dana. Neither had kids, and according to him, that was one of the things that attracted them to each other. They both loved being the rich aunt and uncle, then sending their kids back to their parents. It was refreshing to truly see a couple live by their own rules, encouraging me to keep living life on my own terms. Whenever I spent time with them together or separately, I felt whole, the same way I felt with Cal. It was safe to say I’d fallen in love with them all and valued the relationships I was building with them together and separately. Our flight attendant let us know we were approximately an hour away from NYC. It was the perfect time for Ahmir to find out the hard way that I was the undisputed UNO champion when I beat him in back-to-back games before he started to tickle me lightly while stealing kisses from me.
After landing safely, I let Caleb and Dana know we’d made it and that I’d call them later when I got settled. I never bothered to ask where we were staying because Ahmir assured me he had everything handled, and so when we arrived at a beautiful penthouse in midtown Manhattan, the view was panoramic with ceiling-to-floor windows, an exquisite mixture of modern luxury with an old-money feel. The decor was something out of a movie, leaving me speechless. When Ahmir placed his thumb on the keypad to gain entry, I became even more breathless as I realized we were at Ahmir’s home.
Finally finding my voice, I couldn’t help but confirm as I asked, “Is this your home?” Causing him to chuckle.
“Si, mi Amor,” he replied as he leaned down to graze my neck with his teeth, before kissing it and continuing, “Make your self comfortable, a masseuse and lunch will be up soon so you can relax before our date this evening, I also have a stylist and glam squad arriving at 5:00 o’clock so that you can choose what you want to wear for tonight.”
Turning to face Ahmir, I pressed my body against his and stood on the tip of my toes and kissed him. Deepening the kiss, I started trying to unbuckle his slacks and go for what I wanted, him, nestled deep inside me.
“Baby, Daddy promises to give you every inch in every hole tonight, so save all the energy for after our date when I’m sure your need for release will be tenfold,” he told me as I frowned and he bit my bottom lip in response.
Since dick was not on the midday menu, I decided to go shower and carry out my skincare routine before the masseuse arrived. As I made my way through the house, I saw pictures of Ahmir’s parents, siblings, nieces, nephews, and Dana, but what shocked me the most were pictures of myself and Caleb from the Gala, Dana and I just hanging out on the couch in our pjs, and candid photos of me he’d taken when we’d spent time together. If I had any doubt in my mind about how Ahmir and Dana felt about me, they had been quieted. Ahmir called after me, causing me to turn around.
“Don’t touch my pussy either,” he smirked, causing me to roll my eyes and walk away without saying a word.
“I mean it, Princess! Daddy knows his pussy inside and out,” he added, causing my clit to thump as I strutted into the bathroom in need of release that I’d have to wait for.
I wanted Ahmir’s mouth to water when I met him for our date, and since he’d left ahead of me to make sure everything was perfect, that meant he would see my look for the night once I arrived. I kept trying to get hints about where we were going and what we were doing, but he remained steadfast and tight-lipped about the details, only reiterating that I would enjoy the evening.
When the glam team arrived with a rack of clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories ranging from perfectly tailored pant suits to barely there dresses, and while they all fit my style, I opted for an orange LaQuan Smith gown that was moderately sheer, paired with a gold diamond thong and garter with the matching nipple covers. They say sex sells, and I was planning to be Mir’s biggest dealer tonight. I settled for a pop of color with a hot pink satin platform pump, diamond anklets, diamond earrings, and a gold clutch to complete the look. I wanted my makeup to say sex kitten who needed to be rubbed until she purred. I decided on a vintage hairstyle with a beautiful soft French Roll and side bangs. Completing my date night look, I sprayed Oriana eau de parfum all over and headed down to the lobby of the building as my car service was waiting to whisk me away.
As the car pulled up, my interest was instantly piqued as I read the sign,Museum of Sex.A smile made its way to my face because Ahmir had done his homework to curate an experience I’d never forget. The door was opened, and standing there was Ahmir, looking like absolute sex on a platter, sporting beige Dolce&Gabbana trousers, a beige cashmere turtleneck, a white linen blazer, and brown suede loafers. He accessorized with a David Yurman gold box chain with pavé-set diamonds, the matching bracelet, and a Rolex Cosmograph Daytona, while his locs were no longer hanging free, but instead were braided to the back.
“Yanna, I’m trying so hard not to just hop in the car and take you home. Baby, you look absolutely incredible.”
He held his hand out so he could help me out of the car, and I accepted it, stepping out, finally giving him a full view of my entire look as I walked into his arms.
“Mir, what is this place? Am I inappropriately dressed?”
“This is the Museum of Sex, it preserves and presents the history, evolution, and cultural significance of human sexuality. It features art exhibits, both traditional and interactive, so I hope you’re ready to explore. I rented the museum out for the night and brought in a personal chef to prepare dinner for us and featured artist Carole Feuerman, who is considered one of the world's most renowned, influential, and popular hyperrealist sculptors. After dinner and wine, Carole will personally guide us through her exhibit and her process for creating. After, we can check out some of the interactive exhibits like Super Funland: Journey into the Erotic Carnival. How does that sound, Princess?”
