Page 5 of Pills and Potions: Snoh
LYRIC
I t took everything in me not to deep throat that nigga when I pulled his covers back.
All day yesterday, I was stuck on that moment.
I could barely form a complete thought without drifting to the veins that outlined his shaft, the length, or the thickness of it.
London had no idea how good she had it. If he was that comfortable around her on a daily, I could only imagine what else would happen this week.
Stepping out the shower, I wrapped my towel around my body and exited the bathroom.
Having access to that man the way I did was the best part of my day.
I could touch him whenever the hell I wanted and there wasn’t a soul that could stop me.
I enjoyed that the most. Running my finger through his beard just to get a piece of lent that was never present had me in a frenzy.
He was exactly what I thought he would be up close and personal.
He noticed my perfume change but that was all he could pinpoint.
It was nothing for a woman to change her fragrance so that slight difference between my sister and I wasn’t anything to get hung up on.
However, me calling him Snoh and not Mr. Harris should’ve been a dead giveaway.
His obsession with London made him overlook the simplest things.
I grabbed my moisturizer and coated my body in it.
The sweet vanilla was a bit overpowering but still soft.
London preferred smelling light and fruity, but I was a grown ass woman and went with potent, yet gentle and sexy.
He noticed and I refused to change it. It turned his head in the way I wanted.
Thirty minutes later, I was dressed and ready to start another day as the only woman allowed to be so close to him, I could breathe the same air he exhaled.
Yesterday was a two piece but today I settled on a wine red dress that stopped midthigh.
It fit my body so good it looked painted on.
I paired it with a pair of nude red bottoms. I had every intention of making that man fall for me, I mean for London, even more.
Finally making it out the door, I rode the elevator to the lobby.
My heels clicked against the marble floor as I headed for the revolving door.
Thomas, the driver, was already out front and waiting with the door open.
I learned that he parked in our garage every morning and used the spare key for the Maybach to start his shift as their driver. He was a good respectable man.
“Good morning, Ms. Geter.”
“Good morning, Thomas. You feeling alright?”
“Yes ma’am. Do you have my itinerary ready?”
“You know I do.” I handed over the list of places Snoh had meetings with the times listed beside them.
“Thank you kindly,” he said offering a smile.
I returned it and climbed in the back. He shut the door, and we headed to Snoh’s mansion. He wasn’t far from me and London’s condo at all. There was a smooth fifteen-minute max distance between us. The mellow tunes of Ari Lennox played lowly as we cruised through the city to Silver Stone Estates.
As we pulled into his gated driveway, I noticed he was standing on his balcony. He was fine and he knew it. I called his phone, and he answered immediately with a fresh smile that stretched from ear to ear. I smirked, knowing all it took was a single call for him to fold.
“What are you wearing, London?” he questioned off rip.
My sister might’ve shrugged off his flirtatious aggressiveness, but it spoke to my body differently. His voice was low and sultry. He spoke to me as if he’d been waiting for me. It took me a second to realize I’d been keeping him waiting for an answer. Ignoring him was going to be so fuckin’ hard.
“I’m wearing a red wine dress with nude heels. My accessory is a pair of diamond earrings only. My hair is in a high ponytail, and I went with YSL Black Opium. Is there anything else you need before I come in and fix you breakfast, Snoh?”
“That’s all, beautiful.”
I hung up and instantly penetrated my bottom lip with my teeth as I clenched my thighs together.
Babies.
I’d give him however many he wanted with no hesitation.
That man had me blushing so hard it was beginning to hurt.
I didn’t think I would be so close to losing my shit like this.
London wasn’t bothered because men did absolutely nothing for her, but this man was taking me through it without even trying. This was normal behavior for him.
Thomas parked in front of his stairs, and I headed inside.
I got started on our breakfast sandwiches while he got dressed.
The timing worked out perfectly. I was wrapping his sandwich in parchment paper by the time he entered the kitchen.
I had his coffee in an electrical mug I found in his cabinet.
“Good morning, Snoh. Here’s your sandwich and coffee.
We have to go. You have an eight-thirty Zoom conference call.
We need to get to the office.” I spoke to him with my back turned so when I finally turned around, I was confused as to why he was just standing there staring at me. “Is something wrong?” I inquired.
“You smell nice,” he complimented.
“Thank you, so do you. Now, grab your breakfast and let’s go.” I grabbed his briefcase, my sandwich, bottled water, and headed for the door.
However, his arm snaking around my waist stopped me dead in my tracks. His face closed in on mine with him slightly brushing his cheek against mine. He inhaled deeply taking my scent in completely. At that very moment, I stopped breathing.
His grip tightened as if he’d fallen under my spell. This was London’s job, and I was trying my hardest not to cross that line but gestures as such had my knees weak. Before I knew it, I’d be face down taking all of him if I wasn’t careful.
“Are you done? If you enjoy the perfume that much, I’ll be sure to wear it again. We have to go, Snoh.” I gently pushed him back and continued about my way.
I didn’t start breathing properly until I was able to take in fresh air.
To have him so close and not be able to kiss him, rub him, or even absorb his aura was torture.
Maybe, just maybe, I bit off more than I could chew.
Snoh was fuckin’ dangerous. He was all alpha and still carried that gentleman spirit in everything he did.
Any woman that tasted this man fumbled badly.
A few steps behind me, he joined me in the back of his Maybach.
I made sure to put an extra layer of smoke up due to me almost becoming a lawn chair for him.
Folding was an understatement. If his lips would’ve touched my neck, his entire day would’ve consisted of him nutting in me every hour on the hour.
Ink Impressions wouldn’t have seen him once today.
The ride was a silent one. As bad as I wanted to straddle his lap and have a time, I refrained from doing so.
To keep myself from salivating over swallowing his kids, I ate the sandwich I made.
I envisioned myself cummin’ on his dick so many times it was beginning to make my body ache. I just knew he laid pipe like no other.
“Have dinner with me tonight. I need your opinion on a business venture.”
“Why my opinion? This is your company, not mine.”
“Maybe I value the things you say and always have my back. Is that a yes or no, London?”
“It’s a yes. Always.”
That response wasn’t just for his question at hand. It was for whatever he wanted from me moving forward. If he wanted to fuck me on his desk, it was already approved. If he wanted me to throat him in the elevator, it was done without hesitation. All he had to do was ask.
He pulled at his tie, slightly loosening it. My response was taken the way I intended it to. I had that nigga hot and fuckin’ bothered. The feelings were very mutual, and he couldn’t have a clue about them. I wasn’t Lyric for the week.
We arrived at the office, and he chose to hop out before Thomas could throw the car in park good. He needed a minute away from me and I completely understood. I was in need of the same distance. My body was on fire and the only person to extinguish such a flame was him.
The workday was going to be a challenging one, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
I released a deep sigh and stepped out the car shortly after.
With each step I took toward the door, I brushed off the small intimate gestures from his home until now.
I knew how to keep things professional regardless of the magnetic pull I had to him.
“Dinner. Get through that and you can reset,” I mumbled under my breath.