Page 29 of Mr. Blackwood

“On a Saturday?”

“I told you that I’m a businessman, so yes, on a Saturday.”

She stepped closer and licked her lips. Camilla grabbed my dick in her tiny hand and stared up at me. “Let me handle that for you.”

I watched as she knelt at my feet and pulled my dick to her lips. My eyes drifted closed at the warmth of her mouth locked around my semi-turgid dick. She worked her head expertly back and forth with her jaws sunken in as she took my length further back.

Every concern about the meetings held earlier seeped from my brain. Thoughts about her true purpose in my life and her being a magazine owner with a reporter background dissipated. My fingers slipped into the topknot she had fastened, and the harder she sucked, the more my fingers found their way into her hair.

Camilla gave sloppy head just the way that I liked. Saliva dripped to the floor, making a tiny pool between my feet, and her hands worked in opposing circles along my length. Her mascara smeared, and she kept sucking me deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yeah,” I grumbled as my fingers messed her hair up.

My hips thrust forward as I took control from her and fucked her mouth. She moaned, and I tightened my fingers in her satiny hair and jerked her head back. I didn’t stop until I finished spilling my seed in her opened mouth. When I pulled back a little bit dribbled onto her chin.

She opened her mouth to show me that she had swallowed the rest. I stuck my thumb out, caught the remnant from her chin, and I sucked my thumb clean before I kissed her deeply.

“Go make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out shortly,” I instructed.

She nodded and headed back out of the bathroom. There was a tiny powder room out front that we had passed on the way to the bedroom that she could freshen up in.

***

The Bentley pulled up to the private entrance of Solomon Brothers on Peachtree Road, and an escort was waiting for our arrival.

“Good evening, Mr. Blackwood,” the older gentleman, accompanied by two guards, greeted us after we exited the car.

“Good evening. Thank you for arranging this visit for us.”

“You’re welcome, sir. Please follow me.”

We followed him into the private showroom of the jewelry store.

“The main showroom has been cleared,” the escort assured us as we stepped through the double oak paneled doors.

“Thank you.”

We followed him into the guarded vault lounge where we took a seat at a glass table underneath brilliant lighting.

“What are we doing here?” Camilla whispered once the escort stepped away.

“I’m bringing you here to ice you out.”

She giggled. “What?”

“Infinity. You asked me what that meant earlier. I told you that for me it meant that I was loyal to what mattered in my life. We haven’t known each other long, Camilla, but I am deeply attracted to you, and I care about you. You’re who matters in my life, and I hope that doesn’t change anytime soon.”

Her nostrils flared and her eyes watered. “Jabari, are you serious?”

“Yes. I care about you a lot,” I stated and gripped her chin. I kissed her lips, brushing mine softly against hers before I released them.

When I turned around, our dedicated gemologist took a seat at the table across from us and prepared to present several pieces of jewelry with black and canary diamonds and unique cuts. We spent an hour checking out and selecting the pieces that would look good on her and that appealed to her. When we left the jewelry store, I had spent an easy fifty-grand on her, but that was only because she insisted I stop. I could tell that she was uncomfortable, but I didn’t mind. I really did like Camilla, and I wanted her to stick around for a while. I hadn’t visited the clubs since meeting her.

We returned to Premiere, the restaurant in The Imperial, for a tasting menu. The meal was customized to our taste and prepared by Chef Janine Sterling.

“Ohh, that’s how you know her,” Camilla remarked after Janine presented our meal to us.

“Yes, she works for me,” I remarked with a smile.