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“Well… I’m off the clock if you’d like some company.”
“I would love that,” she replied, pulling me into her by my tie for a kiss.
“Let’s go to the second level.”
Cartier gasped and I smiled. “Hosea!” That whole seductress vibe quickly left her as she shimmied and gripped the basket a little tighter. “Really? Don’t play with me. You know I’ve been wanting to go!”
“I know, so let’s go.”
“Let me get dressed…”
“No. I want you just like that.”
“Ooh, yes, sir.” Allowing the door to close behind her, Cartier took my hand into hers as she said, “I’m so excited!”
“You’re going to be even more excited when we got down here and you see what all is in that basket.”
Cartier thought I was talking about the toys, but I was talking about the engagement ring I’d buried inside. I considered waiting six months or a year to propose, but if the past three months had taught us anything, it was that everything changes and we have no control of time. While we had our lives and our love, I wanted to take full advantage of both.
We made our way down, and as soon as we stepped inside, those who weren’t too enraptured with their mates cheered at the sight of me. I appreciated the love, because I knew what I offered here was an escape that a lot of my members looked forward to. I don’t know how making this a safe space for sex, intimacy, healing, and freedom had become my purpose, but it was.
I led Cartier over to the bar as she said, “This is amazing, Hosea. The red lighting immediately sets the tone.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Oh, wow. So people really just have any kind of sex out in the open?” she asked, and both me and the bartender laughed.
“Yeah. The private rooms are optional. Some people love a show. Some people just don’t give a fuck.”
When she didn’t respond, I looked down at her and found her eyes trained on a couple in the center of the room. They were spread out on the floor in a 69 position that left nothing to the imagination. A few people stood around them, pleasuring themselves to the sight, but for the most part, everyone else was in their own little worlds.
“Does that turn you on?” I asked. Cartier looked up at me, and I could tell by her parted lips and labored breathing that the answer to my question was yes. “Let me check for myself and see.”
My fingers cupped her pussy before circling her clit through her lace panties. At the feel of her warmth and wetness, I moaned.
“Yeah, you like that shit,” I announced as her eyes fluttered and head flung back. “I thought you were my good girl? You’re my nasty little angel, too.”
Cartier moaned and bit down on her lip as she spread her legs. “Hosea,” she moaned, gripping my wrist. “You’re going to make me cum right here?”
“I am, and I want you to cum hard, too. I want your panties soaking when I take them off.”
“Yes, baby,” she agreed, releasing a whimper as my free hand alternated between choking her and playing with her nipples. The more her clit swelled, the slower I went. When she rocked against my hand, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Only a few seconds passed before she was holding onto me tightly as she came.
I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her and the basket into a private room. After entering my universal passcode, I stepped inside and immediately lowered the blinds. I let Cartier down so she could look around while I chose the lighting color, playlist, and aromatherapy selection for the vents.
Her fingers went through her hair as she stared at me. Cartier allowed her robe to drop as she told me, “Come here, Hosea.”
Smiling with one side of my mouth, I made my way over to her. She turned me around and lowered me down on the bed before straddling me.
“I love you so much,” she declared against my lips as she rocked against me.
“You love me enough to marry me?”
Her movements stopped. She looked into my eyes.
“You know I do.” I set the basket on the bed next to us and tossed a few things around before my eyes landed on the ring box. At the sight of it, she gripped my neck and squirmed against me. “Zay…”
I opened the box, and at the sight of the Cartier Destinée Solitaire platinum ring, she covered her opened mouth. By her reaction, the ring was six figures well spent.
“Cartier for my Cartier,” I said, taking the ring out and slipping it onto her finger. “I want this forever. Will you be mine, Tink?”
Her tears fell as she nodded. “Yes, Hosea,” Cartier whispered, cupping my cheeks. “A thousand times yes!”
She kissed me, but I was smiling so hard, it was kind of hard to. Before she came back, I had given up on love. I never wanted to give another woman the chance to hurt and reject me. But with Cartier, my heart found its forever home and safekeeping.
The End!
