Page 29 of Seducing a Sagittarius
“Mmmm, what’s she saying?”
“Put a ring on it.” We laughed as he flipped me over, still planted inside of me. He kissed me passionately while he delivered slow strokes that had me almost in tears. Sex was good with Vic, but Avery proved to be the better lover. He was taking his time with me and being sure that I was taken care of, and I loved that.
We fucked and made love for hours, stopping in between sessions to eat, drink water, talk, and eventually, sleep. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but all I knew was that this introverted, closed off, mean, genuine, nice, loving Sagittarius was now my guilty pleasure.
Two daysbefore the anniversary party . . .
I paced my office floor, looking over the speech I had prepared for our fifth annual anniversary. I couldn’t even believe I was doing this shit, but a certain someone with some magnificent pussy suggested that I give a longer speech than the one I had been giving every year.
During these past few weeks, Layne and I did as I promised and kept our relationship professional at work. But once we left this building, I was turning her ass every which way but loose. I couldn’t lie; I was falling for Layne Amaya Grant. Our vibe was beautiful, and outside of sex, she was just as fun as I could be. I loved joking with her, watching her, watching movies with her,and vibing to music with her. I just loved everything about her ass.
When she rode my dick, I raised her pay. Any woman who could make my eyes water while fucking me deserved the damn world. Just thinking about her pretty, thick ass had me wanting to go down to the cafeteria and drag her back up here. I wanted to be in her damn skin, and that hadneverhappened to me before. I had to say, I believed I found my person.
Tonight, we were going out to dinner with our parents. Shit was moving hella fast between us, but I knew meeting her parents had to happen, because I was smitten by their daughter already.
Amerie started last week, and her little ass was all over the place. I had each manager of each team train her to see where she would excel at. As I knew, she excelled in the media department. However, that didn’t stop her from venturing off, doing other things except her damn job.
While going over the speech, I saw Layne step off the elevator with none other than Denver’s punk ass. They were laughing while his eyes lustfully scanned her body in the black and red dress that clung to her every curve. I had forgotten that his ass was coming to see me today, but now I was glad he had, because I had to make it known that Layne was off the market.
I continued to watch their interaction before Layne shook her head then headed inside her office with this nigga’s eyes still trained on her ass. An ass that was perfectly round with no imperfections that I had been eating since we started fucking.
This nigga.
Denny entered my office with a smile on his face as I walked around my desk to take a seat.
“What up, Cuddy?” he asked, taking a seat in front of my desk.
“Shit. What you needed to talk to me about?”
“Oh, the budget for this anniversary party . . . You went a little overboard, don’t you think?”
“It’s the fifth year that my company has been thriving. Why wouldn’t I do it big?”
“I mean, people do that on the tenth or twentieth. Your budget was five grand, and you’re three grand over that. As your chief financial officer and advisor, I have to bring this to your attention.”
“It’s cool, Denny. The money can be replaced. I just want everyone to eat good and have a good time. Show my staff and business partners that I appreciate what they bring to the company.”
He laughed. “Nigga, since when? You been feeding them bologna sandwiches and giving Hi-C fruit punch since you started throwing these shits. Never spent over two grand at best.”
“Aye, chill with that nigga shit. Furthermore, I didn’t have the right assistance to make the other years as grand as this one.”
“Ahhh, Miss Mamas got you doing shit you wouldn’t do otherwise. I get it. Her fine ass can get all the money in my pocket and the loose change too. I’m trying to see what that do, but her ass been spinnin’ me. I ain’t never been turned down by nobody. It just makes me want her ass even more. I love a challenge.”
That’s it.
“She’s not available to be courted, Denny.”
“Oh, she got a man?”
“She does.”
“Fuck that nigga. He ain’t hitting that shit right. I’ll put money on it.”
“How much?”
He looked at me, eyes squinting, probably now figuring it out. “Wait . . . You hitting that?”
“Is that all you wanted?” I asked, not giving up shit.
