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  Finally, I let go and she sits down in the chair across from me.

  I can’t take my eyes off her. I thought she was captivating in the club, but she looks like a damn goddess now that she’s up close with the morning sun shining down on her through the windows.

  I want to freeze time and memorize every detail about her. Every soft crack and line in those lush juicy lips that look so damn kissable. Every strand in every natural lock of her devastatingly gorgeous hair. Every shade of brown in those heart-stopping eyes. Every long eyelash. Everything.

  I want to know her completely, thoroughly, intimately.

  And most of all, I want to pick her up and put her on the table. I want to spread her legs and see what kind of sweetness she’s hiding under that slim skirt.

  I want to taste her pussy and see how tight it squeezes my hard cock.

  Fuck. My teeth are clenched. My dick is rock hard.

  I can feel it getting wet in my pants as pre-cum leaks out. My balls are so full that they’re aching. They’re ready to unload every last drop into her ripe little pussy. I want to fill her with my hot cum. I want to coat her womb in my seed until my child is growing within her.

  Oh yeah. That’s what I want. I want to take this ripe girl raw on this table. I want to breed her.

  I want to see her stomach swollen with my child.

  I need it.

  Tre gulps as he looks down at my fists clenching and unclenching under the table.

  “We have a vision for what we want to do with your record label,” Cathy says as I stare at her coworker.

  “I have a vision for what I want to do with her.” It just slips out and once it’s out, I can’t take it back. Not that I want to. She needs to know just what I have in mind for her.

  “Excuse me?” Cathy says as Ayana’s cheeks start to darken.

  “Oh fuck,” Tre mutters as he covers his eyes with his hand.

  Well, it’s out now. There’s no going back.

  “Everybody out,” I command in a deep voice.

  Cathy is looking from me to Ayana to Tre and then back to me. “I’m sorry?” she says, looking confused. “Did I miss something?”

  She’s not moving so I guess she did.

  This time I talk very slowly and very carefully. “Everybody. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

  Cathy grabs her files and quickly gets up. So does Ayana. “Not you,” I tell her.

  She sits back down with her gorgeous brown eyes looking wide and unsure.

  “You too, Tre,” I add when he doesn’t move.

  “You kicking me out?”

  It hurts, but I pry my eyes off Ayana to look at him. “Go wait in the car.”

  “This is some bullshit!” he shouts as he slams the table with his hand, but he gets up and leaves after Cathy.

  It’s just the two of us in the conference room now.

  There are windows everywhere though. People walking by. Looking at her. I want to take their eyes for looking at what’s mine.

  I hate that I’m acting like this in front of her. Like an out of control beast. She’s known me for about ten seconds and I’ve already sworn at her boss and snapped at my best friend in front of her.

  “Is everything okay, Mr. Elba?” she says as I look around at the big windows behind me. I dart up so fast that the chair spins then I rush over to the windows and close the blinds.

  Cathy is watching me from the hallway and I shamelessly close the blinds in her face. I don’t want anyone to see what I’m about to do with my girl.

  Ayana’s bright brown eyes are wide and alert as she watches me walk around the table and pull out the chair beside her.

  I inhale deeply as I sit down, letting her intoxicating perfume fill my heaving lungs. It’s making my mouth water. I’m addicted to her already. I’m helpless for her.

  “You are stunning,” I tell her.

  “Excuse me?” she says with a surprised laugh.

  “I was serious before when I said I had a vision for what I want to do with you.”

  “Okay… what is that exactly?”

  I grab the armrest of her chair and spin her around until she’s facing me. She’s wearing a long gray skirt that’s tight around her legs. I wish she was wearing something looser so I could slide my greedy hands up inside it.

  She has her hands on her lap as she watches me with a curious expression on her gorgeous face.

  “My vision…” I say with my voice cracking. “Is us together. You and me. I can see it all. White dress on the beach, exchanging rings, vows. I can go on if you like.”

  She swallows hard as she watches me with a serious expression. “Okay…”

  “I want you, Ayana. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. It’s not even want. It’s beyond want. I need you, girl. I have to have you.”

  I know I sound desperate. I can hear it in my voice along with the pain I’m feeling of her not being mine. But I don’t care. She needs to know the truth. She needs to know where I stand. Where she stands in my life.

  Her serious face cracks and she starts laughing. The sound of her laughter fills me with love even though she’s laughing at me. Her round tits are shaking and jiggling with every giggle as I stare at her with a stern face.

  Her laughter starts to fade when she sees that I’m serious. Nothing about the way I’m feeling is funny. Not to me.

  “I’m still a bit confused,” she says. “Is this how you proposition girls?”

  “It’s not a proposition, Ayana. It’s a vow. I want you and I’m going to have you. No matter what. I want you on this table with your legs spread open in front of my face. I want those tits bouncing up and down as I bury my tongue into your wet little pussy while you scream my name. That’s my vision of what I want.”

  I throw it down between us and watch what she does with it.

  She parts her legs slightly as her nipples harden. I can see them peeking out behind her blouse and it gets me rock hard.

  Her body goes rigid as I lean forward and grab the armrests of her chair with my big hands. I lean in, sucking down her perfume like I’m drowning and it’s the oxygen I need to breathe.

  “What do you want?” I ask in a low throaty voice.

  She stares into my eyes and I see her breath start to quicken. There are goosebumps on her sexy brown caramel skin as I hover over her.

  “You can tell me anything,” I whisper over her lips, close enough that she can feel my hot breath. “What do you want and I’ll give it to you? I’ll give you the world if you ask.”

  “I’ve only ever wanted you,” she says in a soft whisper. “I’ve been following you since the beginning. I’ve been in love with you since the beginning.”

  I crush my lips against her soft luscious mouth and kiss her so deep and shamelessly that she moans into my mouth. Her tiny hand cups my cheek as I lean in more, deepening the kiss as my cock throbs with need.

  I’m lightheaded and tingly all over when we finally break apart. My legs aren’t working too well, so I fall back down into the chair, wondering how this girl is having such a strong effect on me.

  I feel like I’m under a spell. I don’t understand how she wields so much power over me. I feel possessed by her charms, by her beauty.

  “Are you a witch?” I ask her.

  “A what?” she asks with a laugh.

  “How are you doing this to me?” I’m shaking my head as I stare at her. I just got a kiss, but I want another one. I want more. I want to feel how soft and wet her pussy is.

  She shivers with a smile on her face when I put my palms on her thighs.

  “Do me a favor and set fire to this skirt.”

  “You don’t like it?” she asks as she jerks her head back with a hurt look on her face.

  “You look stunning in it, girl. Absolutely magnificent, but it’s too damn tight. I want you in something loose. Something that has easier access.”

  “Access to what?” she asks slowly as her cheeks start blushing.

  “You know
,” I say in a firm deep voice. “I want to be able to touch your pussy whenever I want. I want to be able to reach between your legs and see if my girl is wet. If she needs to be fucked.”

  She swallows hard as she watches me. “I won’t wear it again.”

  “Good,” I tell her. “Now, how wet is that little pussy? Right now?”

  She gulps, but her lust-filled eyes never leave mine. “Really wet.”

  “Show me.”

  After a second or two of hesitation, she glances at the closed door and then reaches into her skirt. My mouth drops and my heart stops as I watch her hand disappear between her legs.

  When she pulls her hand back up, her fingers are all wet and shiny. My mouth waters as I stare at her cream.

  “Mmmm,” I moan as I grab her wrist. I bring her hand to my mouth and suck her warm sticky honey off her fingers, one finger at a time.

  It tastes so good that I nearly pass out.

  My cock is aching in my pants I’m so hard. My balls feel like they’re going to explode any minute. I don’t know how much longer I can last without my cock buried deep in this sweet girl.

  There’s a sudden loud knock on the door and I whip my head around with a growl.

  “Go away!” I shout as the dead man knocks again.

  “DeMarcus,” Tre shouts from behind the door. “We got to go.”

  “I’m not leaving!” I shout back. There’s nowhere I need to be that’s more important than right here with this perfect girl.

  “Cathy is getting security,” he shouts back.

  “Shit,” I curse under my breath. If they think they can separate me from what’s mine, then I’m going to separate their heads from their bodies.

  “We have to get to The Perspective,” Tre says.

  I’m not going. I don’t care. I’m booked on an Atlanta talk-show called The Perspective, but Tre is just going to have to cancel. I’m physically unable to leave this goddess.

  She does have a spell on me, and like it or not, it’s making me helpless.

  The door opens a few seconds later and I explode out of my chair as three security guards burst in with Cathy standing behind them.

  My muscles tighten and my heart starts pounding as I stare the three men down. If they come near my girl then I’m going to lose it.

  “What are you looking at?” I growl at the larger one who is stupid enough to look at Ayana.

  Tre comes in to diffuse the tense situation, but it’s going to take a lot more than him to diffuse me. I feel like a ticking time bomb.

  “I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” he says as he comes over. “But we gotta go to your interview. This was just supposed to be a quick meet and greet.”

  “I’m staying,” I growl. “Cancel it.”

  “You don’t have to do that,” Ayana says. Her sweet voice and beautiful face just makes all of the anger go away. I turn and look at her and my heart starts to slow.

  What the hell has gotten into me? I feel like I won’t be myself until I’ve claimed her sweet cunt as my own.

  Her delicious tangy taste is still in my mouth and her scent is still swirling around my head, making me crazy.

  “How about we meet up after?” she says, looking as eager as I feel. “Tonight.”

  “Not going to work,” Tre says. My hands squeeze into fists. I want to put him through a wall. “He’s flying to Miami for a show tonight.”

  “Cancel it.”

  Tre’s mouth drops. I’ve never canceled a show before. Even when I had the flu and even when I had a broken nose and sounded like Kermit the Frog.

  “Cancel it, DeMarcus?” he says as he stares at me in shock. “There’s twenty-five thousand people showing up.”

  My eyes are locked on Ayana. “I don’t care.”

  I’d be willing to disappoint the entire world right now if it meant spending five more minutes with this small sexy beauty.

  “Don’t cancel it,” she says. “How about I come with you?”

  I grin as I stare at her. Me and Ayana in Miami… Sharing a private jet… Sharing a hotel room…

  “I’ll pick you up at two,” I say as I head for the door.

  “I finish at five,” she says.

  I give Cathy a look as I pass her. “Your boss is going to let you off early to apologize for bursting in here with security. Right?”

  Cathy drops her eyes but then nods her head.

  “Two o’clock. And wear something looser.”

  I toss Ayana my credit card and tell her to buy whatever she needs and not to worry about the price.

  And then, with my heart twisting in pain, I leave her.

  Chapter Five

  Ayana

  A shiny black limo pulls up in front of my building and I have to fight back an excited squeal when I see my reflection in the dark tinted glass. I look so excited with an aroused look on my face.

  Just knowing that DeMarcus is waiting for me behind that glass is enough to turn me on.

  I can still see the pure pleasure and satisfaction in his eyes as he took my fingers and licked them clean. It’s making me wetter than ever.

  I’m so excited that I don’t even wait for the driver to open the door. I open it myself and suck in a breath when I see DeMarcus sitting there. He’s all alone, looking fine as hell in a dark blue suit. His jacket is off and draped over the seat and my eyes immediately dart to his muscular arms. His white shirt is rolled up his thick tattooed forearms and I get a little wetter when I see the doves in his sleeve of black ink. I know what every inch of him looks like from all the times I zoomed into photos of him on the internet. I know everything, but what’s hiding behind that big bulge.

  “That’s better,” he says as he exhales long and hard. His eyes are on my new skirt, but I’m not sure what he’s saying is better—my outfit or the fact that I’m here with him now. He doesn’t elaborate and I’m too shaken to ask.

  He’s wearing the matching dark blue vest with no tie. Just an open collar that shows the line between his massive pecs and a single gold chain.

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” he says as he grabs my wrist and pulls me into the limo. It’s gorgeous and spacious in here, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off him to look around. They’re fixated on his beautiful face.

  He reaches past me to close the door and my body starts tingling with excited nerves. A charge fills the air as he pulls me onto his lap.

  I feel so tiny in his big arms. I feel safe and protected. I feel at home.

  His big powerful hand slides up my back and he grips the back of my neck as he looks longingly at my lips. “That was torture,” he says with a wince in his voice. “I don’t ever want to be apart that long again.”

  “Me neither,” I whisper back. He kisses me long and hard. It’s rushed and full of desperation at first, but as it goes on and we explore each other’s mouths, it starts to slow into a soft romantic kiss.

  I’m already so wet. I can feel the heat pooling in my panties with every second that his mouth is pressed against mine.

  Knowing that he’s the type of firm dominant man who takes whatever he wants is making my body prepared.

  His arms are wrapped tight around me in an unbreakable grip. His possessive hand slides up my neck and into my hair as he groans into my mouth.

  I can’t believe I’m kissing DeMarcus Elba. I’m sitting on No-Bility’s lap!

  No one will believe me. I probably won’t believe it when I wake up tomorrow morning.

  I know this is going to be just one night of fun, but I’m up for it. I’ve saved myself for him and I’m going to give him everything he wants of me.

  I do love him and I’ll take anything I can get. Even if it’s just a one-night stand. I know that men like him don’t settle down. Especially with girls like me.

  “I saw you on The Perspective,” I tell him when we finally break away. We’ve been kissing for so long that I’m worried we’re already halfway to the airport. I have him all to myself right now and I migh
t not get that again. He’ll have his people all around him in the jet and at the concert for sure.

  “I was a mess,” he says as he gazes at my lips.

  He was. He could barely spit out a full sentence. He looked shaken and rattled, which is so unlike him. He’s always so calm and cool. So smooth and in control.

  At first, I thought it was because of me, but then I realized how ridiculous that sounded and I dropped the crazy notion.

  “You weren’t so bad,” I say with a soft smile.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking of you,” he says as his grip on me tightens. “You were running through my head on a loop. The sweet taste of your pussy broke me.”

  I start to feel my neck and cheeks heat up as his eyes travel down my body to the burning hot area between my legs. My nipples are already hard and I have goosebumps all over.

  He shifts me to the side and I gasp when I feel his hard erection digging into my ass.

  His right hand is on my bare knee and he starts to slide his palm up my inner thigh.

  Oh fuck…

  My legs start trembling the closer he gets.

  “This skirt is much better,” he growls as his hand ducks under it. “This is what I want you wearing.”

  “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say as I pull his credit card out of my bra. I try to hand it to him, but he doesn’t take it.

  “You hold onto that. Use it for whatever you need.”

  “I can’t,” I say as I slide it into the pocket of his jacket. “I bought the skirt with my own money.”

  His hand stops and I nearly moan in disappointment. My pussy is craving his hand. I want to feel him touching me so badly.

  “I’m your man now,” he says in a stern voice that leaves no room for discussion. “You belong to me and I take care of what’s mine. If you need something, I want to pay for it.”

  I bite my bottom lip as he stares me down. I’m a proud independent woman who has her own career and her own money. I don’t want to take anything from him, but right now, all I’m focused on is his hand and doing whatever I can to keep it moving, so I nod.

  “Okay, DeMarcus. Whatever you say.”