Part 22 (1/2)
Ambush Baseem walked into the lobby of Simone's office building with one mission on his mind. He was trying to lock her down and moving slow was getting him nowhere. He needed to seal the deal and he knew just what he needed to do.
”Simone Bivings,” he said to the receptionist, lowering his gaze as he peered into her eyes.
”Is she expecting you?” the young woman looked up at him with a slight thirst.
”I hope not,” he said, pulling a few hundred from his pocket and sliding it toward her.
”She has a meeting in thirty minutes; but if you hurry, you can catch her,” she smiled as she slid him a visitor's pa.s.s.
”Thank you,” he said, taking the pa.s.s and heading toward security.
”My pleasure,” she responded, looking around her high desk; her eyes roamed over his frame as he walked away. All she could do was shake her head.
Baseem exited the elevator, walked down the long s.h.i.+ny hallway and through the small crowds that moved around busily making sure their clients' money was in the right place at the right time. When he looked over at her secretary's desk and saw an empty chair, he moved swift to her door, walked in, and closed and locked it behind him.
Simone looked up from her computer and her mouth almost hit the desk. ”What are you doing?” she mouthed.
”Shhhh...” Baseem put his finger up to his mouth as he walked around her desk.
”Yes, I'm listening,” she said into the receiver as Baseem pulled her from her chair.
Simone stared him in the eyes as she divided her attention between his forceful hands that where caressing her body and her client on the other end of the phone.
”Yes, I can put together a portfolio that will double that amount in thirty days,” she said as Baseem sat her on the desk and pulled her legs apart.
Simone's eyes got big when he sat in her chair and reached up under her skirt. ”Please hold,” she managed to say as he reached over and hit the hold b.u.t.ton.
”What are you doing?” she pushed at his hands.
”About to have lunch with you...get back to your call; you missing that money,” he said, pulling at her panties.
Simone was about to say something when her phone buzzed, reminding her that a caller was on hold. ”h.e.l.lo, uh...yes. I need to set up a meeting so we can go over the strategy. Is Friday at twelve good? ” she asked, hoping to get rid of the caller; however, he went on a rant. She pressed the phone to her ear looking down at Baseem's tongue as he ran it over her c.l.i.t nice and slow.
”Okay,” she responded hurriedly to the caller while trying to fight the sensations Baseem was sending all through her body.
Once he had her squirming, he locked her legs in his grip and went in placing his mouth over her c.l.i.t and sucking hard, causing her legs to shake. It was just as he thought; her ridged a.s.s was very o.r.g.a.s.mic. He was about to give her exactly what she needed.
”I have an emergency. I have to call you right back,” she hung up not waiting for a response.
Simone placed her hand on top of Baseem's head and tried to wiggle away as her contractions came on strong. ”Oh, my G.o.d,” she moaned as she began to release in his mouth.
Baseem continued to suck as her juices ran down his chin. He looked up and smiled as she tried to regain her composure. He ran his tongue up and down her lips, playing in her sticky pleasure. Baseem rose to his feet and kissed her pa.s.sionately.
Simone put her head back and let him have whatever he wanted.
”Mrs. Bivings, your two o'clock meeting is about to start and your client is on his way up on the elevator,” her secretary yelled through her intercom.
”Okay,” she reached over and hit the b.u.t.ton as she tried to push Baseem back and get off the desk.
”You lucky as h.e.l.l,” Baseem said as she hurried around the desk to the small bathroom in her office; closing the door hard. Baseem grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk and dabbed his chin, then sat back in the chair. ”Mission accomplished.”
Simone stood in the bathroom trying to internalize what had just happened. She had to smile at his c.o.c.kiness. She shook her head as she washed up then hurried out of her bathroom. ”You are so wrong,” she said, walking around her desk trying to grab her files.
Baseem smiled as he headed to the bathroom. When he returned, she was standing there with her hand on her hip. ”Your p.u.s.s.y tastes good, baby,” he said, walking up on her and taking her in his arms; kissing her again.
”Baseem, please...I have to go,” she said, then heard a knock on her door. ”See,” she said with raised eyebrows.
”You so scary; you need to let me get back under this skirt,” he stole another kiss while sliding his hands over her b.u.t.t.
Simone pulled back, grabbing his wrist. ”Behave,” she warned, s.n.a.t.c.hing the door open and moving into the hallway. As she reached her a.s.sistants desk her appointment was coming down the hall fast and focused.
”I'm ready. Sorry for my lateness. I had to finish up with a client. Good afternoon, I'm Ms. Bivings,” she said extending her hand.
”Good afternoon,” Mr. Fucciano said as he took her hand into his then placed a single kiss on her knuckles. ”No problem at all. I just arrived. I heard you are the best I will follow your lead,” he tipped his hat.
”Great come this way,” she instructed.
”I'll catch you later, thanks for lunch,” Baseem said with a s.e.xy gaze then kissed her lips.
”Have a great day sir.” She said to Baseem as she turned in the opposite direction.
”Come this way so I can show you what to do with this money,” Simone walked into her office with a very satisfied smile on her face.
Baseem hopped in his truck smiling from ear to ear. He picked up the phone and dialed Kayson.
”What's up?” Kayson asked as he stacked bills in his wall safe.
”Something big just fell in our lap.”
”Is that right?”
”h.e.l.l yeah. I know how they moving that money,” he said as he bent the corners.
”Meet me in Jersey,” Kayson said as he closed the safe.
”Heading to the tunnel now.” Baseem hung up as he tried to calm his excitement. After all this time Mr. Fucciano was right up under their nose.
Chapter 25.
Calculated Movement Yuri stepped quickly through the casino lobby heading toward her suite. She marched proud in her all-white pants suit and emerald green six-inch stilettos and her medium sized silver briefcase. She had met Kayson at this spot three times while moving the money she got from the hits and making the final adjustments to the plan. This night was set to be the final meeting before things became turbulent.
Yuri tipped lightly to her room thinking about the meal she ate with Kayson the last time he was in town. She reminisced about the way his soft lips approached the folk and moved perfectly. Yuri took pride in being able to make him laugh which gave her a small glimmer of light and she was going to test his gangsta tonight.