Lamar exhaled. He felt himself swinging like a pendulum between agitation and sexual frustration. He looked down to keep from looking at her protruding nipples and made the foolish mistake of looking at her sandaled feet. She had pretty-ass toes on top of every-fucking-thing else that was ridiculously sexy about her. His blood heated all over again. This pissed him off even more. Lamar loved pretty feet and toes. Now he had to wrestle with thoughts of sucking each red-painted toe into his mouth.
He sucked in a breath and cursed himself as hundreds of images—of her—swirled in his head: her on her hands and knees, him fucking her from behind, in her ass, her pussy; her on top of him, riding him down into a mattress; him eating her pussy while she sucked his dick; her ass in the air, his tongue in her sweet hole. He’d never eaten ass before, but he knew for sure he’d eat her booty like a bag of groceries.
The salacious thoughts running through his head were fucking ridiculous, and had both his heads ready to explode.
Nairobia breathed in as her pussy clenched. A mixture of leather and his intoxicating cologne tantalized her senses. His scent and heat clung in the air making it uncomfortably difficult for her to keep from soaking her sequined panties. She didn’t know what it was about the twenty-eight-year-old, dark-chocolate hunk who she’d hired to manage her club’s security that had her feeling…so unnerved, so damn needy and greedy. But she wanted a taste of his chocolate. Very thick chocolate, she hoped.
She cleared her throat and willed her pussy still. “So tell me, my darling,” she cooed, reaching over and touching his knee. Lamar’s body stiffened as the electricity from her fingertips zapped through his core. There was definitely a sexual attraction he cared not to explore, nor acknowledge. He had to keep telling himself to stay focused. To not let anything she said or did unnerve him. Nairobia licked her lips. “Do I make you nervous?”
He frowned. Why the fuck is she asking me some shit like that? No she didn’t make him nervous. She made him…he shook the thought from his head. “Nah,” he coolly replied. But his dark gaze behind his shades skittered away. “Why you ask?”
Nairobia grinned. She knew men. She studied them. She’d been around enough of them—and fucked enough of them—to know when she made a man uneasy. When her sexual energy was too much for them.
For some reason, with him, she couldn’t tell one way or the other. Instead of answering his question, she eased up from her seat, then leaned over him, her palms planted on either side of him against the seat, and said, “Good. I am precious cargo, my love. I don’t want, or need, any man who I am entrusting to serve and protect me, nervous of me, or around me.”
Yeah, he’d protect her all right. But he didn’t like that serve shit. The way it rolled off her tongue made him cringe. Unless she was referring to getting served a dose of hard dick, Lamar wasn’t down with serving a broad shit else, except for a mouthful of his babies.
He swallowed. And started to sweat. Motherfuck. He knew he should have busted a few nuts before flying out here with her. His hands itched to slide them through her hair, curling the strands around his fingers as he pushed her face-down into his lap. She could definitely suck his dick if she wanted.
Yo, fuck, man! You buggin’ for real, muhfucka! Don’t let this broad try’n play you. His toes curled in his boots. He had to fight to keep from telling her what he’d like to see her do with that pretty mouth of hers.
“Yo, check this out,” he said, his vernacular going from professional to hood. “Ain’t shit soft over here, ya heard? So we good on all that nervous talk, ma. You hired me to handle ya security team ‘n’ keep you safe ‘n’ that’s what I’ma do.” His jaw clenched. “But, if at any time you feel unsatisfied with my firm’s services, then you can terminate the terms of the contract ‘n’ me ‘n’ my peoples can bounce; feel me?”
Nairobia gave him a lingering stare filled with promises of hot nastiness. “I would love nothing more than to feel you, my darling. Trail my tongue along the swell of your cock. Then fill your mouth with my cunt. But not tonight, my love.”
Goddamn. Lamar felt his pulse quicken. His mouth went dry, but the tip of his dick trickled with desire. Behind the dark lenses, he kept his gaze on her, trying like hell to maintain his cool, calm, collected composure. He felt the heat. Felt her potent sexual energy slowly burning his senses.
His jaw clenched. “Then we good,” he bit out.
Oh, yes. They were good, more than good. The only thing Nairobia wanted to see bouncing at the moment was her ass up and down on his strikingly handsome face.