Cinnamon

by ChaShiree M.

  The girls kept telling me he was a moron and to leave him, but he made me one of the cliques and for a brief-moment I wanted that. Very brief. We had been dating for two months when his boys threw a party and he decided we should go. I was ok with that, though what I needed to be doing was studying for a calculus exam. But we went. Halfway through the night, he said he wasn’t feeling well and asked me if I would go with him up to the room to sit with him, while his headache subsided. Against all my better instincts, I went. We sat there for a bit and then he declared himself better. So, I went to get up and suddenly he was all like, “Hey since we are up here, might as well take advantage it.” Needless to say, he got a knee to the balls and I ran out of there like my life depended on it.

  Turns out, the only reason he was with me in the first place was because his friends bet him he couldn’t get me to sleep with him within the first two months. Glad to say he lost that bet. But I learned it was ok that I was different, and I never looked back. So, this feeling Brad evokes in me is foreign and scary. But it is also exciting and feels so fucking good.

  But, I don’t know what all of it means. I mean, what does he want? Does he want one night, a week, a month, FWB, exclusivity, or what?!!

  I am so stuck in my mind that I don’t even realize we have made it to my office, until I hear him flick the lock. Then, I look up at him and want to crawl out of my skin from the molten desire and raw possessiveness he has plastered all over his face. I take a swallow, because my throat is so dry it could grow a cactus.

  “Brad, I don’t…”

  “Come here, baby.”

  My feet move, though my mind is telling me to halt this mess and walk away. Reluctantly, or at least that is what I am telling myself; I walk to him and as I am standing in front of him, he shocks me yet again. I fully expect him to maul me like I want to do to him. Instead, he holds me. I mean seriously. That is, it. He holds me encased in his warmth and encircled in his embrace, upfront, and personal with his scent. And holds me. He holds me and rocks me back and forth as if he could see my inner battle.

  “Come on Cinn. You can relax. Trust me, baby. As much as I want to put you on top of your desk right now and fuck the shit out of you, I want to hold you just as much.”

  Well…hell!!! How the heck is a girl supposed to resist with him saying stuff like that.

  “I hate to admit it, but this does feel nice. Been awhile, since I have had someone just hold me. Ya know.”

  “Shame baby. You haven’t been with the right someone then.”

  “Just out of curiosity, why are you not trying to get my clothes off right now?”

  The rumble that starts in his chest is just as nice as his hold on me. He laughs so hard I am sure he is going to alert the whole building. It’s nice though. His laugh is infectious. I find myself laughing as well, while still snuggled into him. The laughter and humor radiating from him feels so comfortable and sounds like heaven. He sounds like everything good I remember about my childhood.

  “I love that about you Cinn. You say whatever is on your mind, regardless of how you think you will be perceived. That is sexy and refreshing. And to answer your question, if I wanted just sex out of you, I would. But this…what is between us will be more than that, whether you are ready to admit it or not. So, I am going to give it a second. Just a second mind you, because I am merely a man and you my little Cinn test my patience like no other. I simply wanted to get you alone in your office, so we could have this very talk.”

  Wow! Totally not what I expected for him to say.

  “So… you’re talking about a relationship or a long-term-friends with benefits type of thing?”

  “First of all, don’t ever reduce yourself to such standards. You are too good for a friend with benefits from anyone. And yes. We are going to have a relationship and much littler Cinn. But you are not ready for that conversation. So, dinner tonight? Say seven?”

  I mentally run through a list of reasons, why I shouldn’t and ways to let him down when my inner diva mocks me. ‘Seriously? He is all you have been obsessing about for a year and when presented with the chance you chicken out? And of course, she is making cluck cluck sounds at me.’ Bitch! But as usual she is right. However, I need to ask. Because well…I am me.

  “Wait. A date? I don’t…I don’t even know the mayor. Why would you want to date or have a relationship with me?” And starts the rambling. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. He growls in my ear and pulls me back from him. His eyes roam over me leisurely, taking his time to commit every nuance of my body to his memory that he can see. I notice as he gets lower and lower during his eye stroll, his breathing becomes more rapid and his sidekick has begun to make himself noticed as well. And by sidekick, I mean the monster he must hide in his pants, because holy hell!!!

  Suddenly, my stomach feels tight, constricting, and my mouth feels barren. Barren. Who the hell am I? I have no idea who this woman is that wants to fall to her knees and worship the beast under his pants, but fuck if I am not turned on by his eye fuck right now. Licking my lips, I almost feel my knees bend when I realize I am over his shoulder and headed towards the couch.

  “I knew, little Cinn. I knew the moment I saw you, I was going to have you over my knee either riding my leg to an orgasm or with me spanking your ass. I prefer the latter, but that is entirely up to you. I was trying to wait, but the fact that you don’t know what a treasure you are negates any, and all reason for me right now.”

  And with that little preamble over, he sits me astride his lap right over the freaking hulk in his pants, wraps his hands around my waist, and slams his mouth onto me. Sweet baby Jesus. I have no idea what the hell I was thinking trying to run from him, but right now all I can possibly focus on is the heat my lady bits are emitting, as I try desperately to grind myself on him. He wastes no time playing tongue hockey and I love it. But nothing is as erotic as when he sucks my tongue into his mouth. Fuck!!!

  Gripping his lapel, I move closer to him and holy hell!!! I can feel him right where I need him. He can feel it too. Obviously, his hips begin rising and falling while we are still suffocating one another.

  “Oh God!!! Brad.” I whisper, trying to catch my breath and convey the intense need I have all at once.

  “Not God baby.

  Say it!!”

  “Not God. Brad!!! Brad, I need… oh…I need…”

  Before I can finish the sentence, his hands slide under my dress and his fingers begin a slow deliberate probe of the very area I need him in. And in my heightened state, I tell him as much.

  “Brad, please. This is torture.”

  “I know baby. I know what you need. Come on baby. Give it to me. I want to feel your sweet pussy grip my fingers and cream them all up, so I can lick it off and have the taste of you in my mouth for the rest of the day. Fuck Cinn, I’m going to have to stroke my fucking cock like a damn teenager after this. This picture of you, so out of your fucking mind for me, flush, weepy, and wearing a goddamn business suit. Such a contradiction.”

  Oh my. His mouth is just… wow!!! He rubs my clit, alternating between that and putting his fingers in and out of me. It’s the sweetest torture. Every time his finger enters me, he sweeps in an upward hook hitting this spot inside of me that brings stars to my eyes and makes my nipples throb. I want to pull my dress open and bring his mouth to my nipples, while begging him to suck them. But, the vortex of lust I am in right now will not allow me to do anything but feel.

  “That’s right baby. Let me take you there. I want you to scream for me. Squeeze for me and gush for me alone.”

  His words spur me on and before I know what hit me, I scream out right before his mouth covers mine, sucking all my screams and moans into his mouth. I wrap my whole body around him and ride his fingers to completion. I come so hard and long it’s no wonder I didn’t pass out. Holy hell!!!

  We sit there for quite some time, me in his arms on his lap and my head on his chest. It feels so good to be held by him. He rubs my
back in an almost absent familiarity and I love it. There is nothing about anything that just happened that I don’t love.

  He brushes the matted hair from my forehead and kisses my head reverently.

  “Come on, baby. Let’s straighten ourselves up. We both have an empire to run and I don’t want you getting behind in your day, making me wait longer to see you tonight. You go on in to your suite and I will clean up out here.”

  He kisses me softly on the lips and pats my butt in dismissal. Even that is hot as hell.

  Oh man. I am so gone for this man.

  I walk into the bathroom, clean between my legs, and take my underwear off. They are beyond soaked and no need in walking around with drenched thongs on. I grab my spare brush, fix my hair and makeup, take a deep breath, and out the door I go.

  When I make it back into the room, he is sitting on the couch typing on his phone. I admire his ability to move along things so seamlessly. You could never tell he just had me writhing on the couch, spilling my cream all over him just minutes ago.

  “Ah, Ms. Evergreen. I do believe we have an appointment. Is now a good time?”

  For a second, I feel dejected, like he obviously got what he wanted and now I am just… but, when I look into his eyes the glint of desire and need is still there causing me to melt all over again. However, I get what he is trying to do. He is letting me know, that he respects my job, time, and position. So, I straighten my back and do the damn thing.

  “Yes Sir. Now is the perfect time. If you follow me, we can begin.”

  I extend my hand for him to go ahead of me and as he passes he whispers, “remember, your mine.”

  If only he knew how much.

  THE TOUR WENT JUST AS it always does. We walked the expanse of her headquarters. All the while, she spouts off figures and information about their increase in sales, employees, and the amount of partnerships they have acquired. Some of which are more impressive than others. The number of high-end shoes stores they have downstairs is unlike anything I have ever seen. Not to mention, two of them, I have constant contact with because of business I do with them in the terms of a boutique I am an investor in. To say that all she and her friends have amassed is inspiring is an understatement. They are nothing short of amazing.

  The tour always ends in us having lunch in the restaurant on the second floor. Even their restaurant is top notch. Somehow, they managed to procure the sous-chef of Wolfgang Puck when he decided to step down from Wolf’s restaurant. I have only been to the restaurant once, but he makes the best Peking duck ever. Though, I am used to this type of business meeting I have to admit I am a bit on edge.

  See, I have a proposal for her and if she accepts it would put us in business with one another. I am not normally one for dramatics, but this situation is unique. Whether she knows it or not, this woman is going to be my wife as soon as I can convince her we are a forgone conclusion, and I do not want my proposition to stunt that in anyway.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. O’Donnell. Good to see you again, Ms. Evergreen. Your table is ready.” As the host seats us, I note that for it to be early afternoon and the restaurant is almost at full capacity. My chest swells at yet more evidence of her success. My fucking woman is awesome.

  “So, Mr. O’Donnell. Do you have any questions for me about anything you have seen today?”

  “Actually yes. I heard from my father you ladies are testing out a hybrid fragrance. Is that true?”

  “As a matter of fact, yes. Lily and Dahl have been working on a new formula downstairs and it is too my understanding that the testing for it has proven…let’s just say…irrefutable so far.”

  “Interesting. I am assuming all of the usual precautions have been taken. Paraben free, no artificial substances, etc.” Her face scrunches up as she gives me a look of annoyance.

  “Yes. Mr. O’Donnell. We would never sacrifice the health and well-being of women for fun.”

  “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, baby. I was asking because I had an idea last week and I wanted to run it by you. However, I needed to be sure that when you venture off, the bottom-line stays the same. Forgive me.” I grab her hand and bring it to my lips. She tries to remain impassive, but I can note the subtleties in her breathing as she licks her lips. She tries to remove her hand from mine, but I refuse to release her until she answers me.

  “Yes. I forgive you. We are still in my place of work. Calling me baby and holding my hand is not keeping it professional, Mr. O’Donnell,” she sounds serious, but I note the cheeky little smirk she has. Brat. She will pay for that later.

  “As you wish, Ms. Evergreen. I have a proposition for you and your company. I was recently approached by the sister of a colleague who wants to start a line of women’s cosmetics. The cosmetic line would be called ‘Plus One Cosmetics’. Her idea for colors and palates is ‘actually’ quite good. However, when I began to think of manufacturing and distribution, ScentSations was the only company I thought of. I would like this line to be equally as good for women as your perfume line is. And in my opinion, no one does it better than you ladies.

  So, what do you say?”

  Her face literally gives nothing away and I have to admire her business face. Even with me.

  “Well, I must say it does sound intriguing. Does this young lady know you would be contracting my company to produce and distribute her product? I would hate to step on someone’s toes.”

  “She came to be because though she has a great concept, she has no contacts and no capital. My condition is as such that I pick manufacturer and distributor. She agreed.”

  “That may well be. However, Jazz and I will insist on speaking with her ourselves. To both confirm and to ask her, her vision. We have a reputation in this industry for using non-harmful products and with no additives and such. I don’t have to go over this with you. You are well aware. I cannot in good conscious sign my name nor my companies name to a project that will not uphold that standard. You understand. Right?”

  She bites her lip as she says that last part with her worried little face. Like, she has offended me or something. Truth, I couldn’t be prouder of her. It was rule number one my father taught me. “Never compromise your values and morals Bradley. For no one.” The fact that she does the same, makes me extremely proud of her. But honestly, I am mesmerized by the sight of her plump lips in between her teeth. Picturing them wrapped around my dick as she looks up at me from the floor of my office still in her suit.

  Fuck. I very discreetly adjust myself under the table. I have got to get a fucking grip.

  “Brad. I didn’t offend you, did I? You haven’t said a word.”

  “Sweet Cinn. No, you didn’t. I’m sorry. I was too busy picturing you on your knees choking on my cock, baby. Forgive me?” I wink and chuckle at the flush and apparent shock.

  “Brad…I…”

  “Shh…I know little Cinn. Not the time or place. Tell that to little Brad. Whenever he is within 20 feet of you he acts like an animal.” God, she embarrasses so easily.

  “Tell you what. Why don’t I stop by your place, say tomorrow at noon? I will bring the contract and we can go over it. You can ask anything you like, and I will make any changes you see fit and courier them over to our attorneys. I will also at that time make an appointment with Aleeza for you to meet. Sound good?”

  “Uh… yes. That sounds fine.”

  “Very well then. Let’s finish lunch and then I have a 2:00 meeting I must attend. Don’t forget tonight at seven sweet Cinn. Me and you.”

  “I didn’t forget. I will be ready.” I didn’t respond to that. How could I? There is no way she is ready for the heat and electricity she and I are going to create together. Hell, I’m barely ready. But she will be. She has no choice. I am claiming her and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me.

  MAKING IT BACK TO MY office, my heart is beating like it just got the AED or something. Well, I guess it did. Brad is my own personal heart starter. The things he did to me right here in my of
fice should make me feel ashamed, but all I feel is a deep desire and need for him to finish what he started.

  Even now, looking at the couch he brought me to orgasm on has my pussy clenching and dripping at the same time. That man turns me inside out. Wait! I agreed to a date with him tonight. Holy shit!!! I run over to my desk and dial Five on my speed dial.

  “Hello. What’s up girly? How did it go with Mr. Hot pants?”

  “That is why I am calling. Is Lily there? I need you both on speaker phone.”

  “Uh-oh. This must be serious. Hold on.”

  I hear some rustling in the background, a curse word or two, and something hitting the floor, then both their voices.

  “Are you girls ok? What was all the commotion?”

  “Nothing. Dahlia set a beaker on fire. No biggie. What’s up?”

  “She WHAT!!!! IS everyone ok? Do I need to call the insurance company? You ladies are a freaking accidental homicide waiting to happen. Good grief.”

  “Cinn, you worry too much. Everything is fine. Now what’s up?”

  “So, Brad asked me out on a date for tonight and I said yes. I wish I could blame it on the orgasm he gave me in my office, but I can’t. He asked me before that.”

  “WHAT!!!!” They both shout in unison.

  “Holy shit Cinn. You went from 0 to 100 in 1.5. Oh, fuck no. Call Azalea and tell her to cancel all your appointments for the day. I am calling Jazz and Rainy and we are meeting in your condo in ten. This deserves a pow wow. Bye.”

  Before I can protest and tell her I have too many meetings today, she hangs up. Damn it! Typical Lily. Shit. I look at my calendar and see I have nothing too pressing. One of my meetings is with the marketing department, so Rainee will be ok with that. The other meeting is with our Singapore investor, but I am sure Ma-ling will be more than accommodating considering the last meeting we had she was three hours late for it, because her boyfriend didn’t let her out of bed.