“Awwww,” I say as he wraps his arms around me and kisses my lips. “And I can’t think of a better man for me than you.”
“Good,” he says with a grin as his grip on my hips tightens. “Because you’re stuck with me. Forever.”
Epilogue
Ayana
Nine years later…
“Ohhhh, yes,” I say as I slowly, carefully, sit down in my new chair. I sigh contently as my round ass hits the leather. I wiggle my cheeks back and forth, taking it all in as I look around my new office.
The old CEO, Cathy Winters, retired last week and now here I am, Monday morning, and the position is mine.
I run my tingling fingers over the oak desk and then fight back a squeal when I pick up my crisp new business cards with my name and new position on them.
Ayana Lockett Elba
CEO of Media Relations EXperts
I still can’t believe it. I got here.
It’s been a rough decade of work, raising our four kids, and supporting my man in every way I could, but I crushed it and I wouldn’t change one single day. Even the hard ones.
I’ve had four babies with DeMarcus (and if I left it up to him, we’d have four more), but this is different. This is my baby. I earned this on my own.
Of course, DeMarcus helped. He opened the doors to countless celebrity events, but I’m the one who charged through that doorway and seized the opportunities laid out in front of me.
MREX’s roster of clients has quadrupled in size and prestige because of the relationships I built. We’re now the primary PR company for over eight hundred clients and counting.
“Is it true?” Madison says as she barges in without knocking. I gave her a job a few years ago and she’s been so great that I made her my assistant. She works under me but still refuses to knock.
I told her once that she has to start, but she just waved a dismissive hand at me and said that girls who have been friends since they were kids don’t need to knock. Business or no, I guess she has a point there.
“What?” I ask as I lean back in my chair.
Her face lights up. “This office suits you!” she says with a grin. “I always knew you were going to be the boss.”
“I do like telling people what to do,” I answer with a laugh.
She rolls her eyes. “And you’re so good at it.”
“Shut up, bitch,” I say with a grin. “Is what true?”
“That Ethan Thorpe is coming into the office today?”
Oh, right. I forgot that Madison has a huge celebrity crush on the famous actor.
“He is. Apparently, the production company he’s working with is requiring him to sign on with a PR firm before they offer him the next big superhero part.”
“Which superhero?”
I shrug. “One with a cape. I don’t know.”
She clasps her hands together. “I hope it’s Superman!”
“I hope he can keep his nose clean if you know what I mean.”
“Can I take on his case?”
“No, but you can meet him at the door.”
“Yes!” she says with a squeal. “Thanks, boss!”
She runs back out and just as the door swings closed, a big hand grabs it and pushes it back open.
DeMarcus’ cologne hits me and I get all weak inside. I’m the most powerful woman in this building but all it takes is one whiff of his cologne to turn me into jelly.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says as he stares at me.
I puff my chest out a little as I nibble on the bottom of my pen, teasing him. I probably do look great in this penthouse corner office with the panoramic view of Atlanta behind me.
“Did you come to wish me good luck on my first day?”
“No,” he says as he closes the door and locks it. The click sends a warm shiver racing through me. “I came to fuck you on your desk.”
I swallow hard as I watch him strut over. His big cock gets harder and longer under his pants with every step. My mouth waters and the heat burns between my legs as I watch it grow.
My eyes never leave him as he walks around the desk and spins my chair so that I’m facing him. He’s already breathing heavily as he stares down at me with a heated look.
“It kills me that all these men can look at what’s mine,” he says in an almost growly voice.
“We’ve had four kids together and I’ve been your wife for a decade. How can you still be jealous?”
“You drive me crazy, girl,” he says as he runs the back of his hand down my cheek. “I have all the money in the world, but I can’t replace you. I have no choice but to be obsessed.”
“You won’t ever have to replace me. I’ll always be yours.”
“Damn right, you will.”
He runs his thumb over my lips and I grab his wrist, holding his hand in place. I give his thumb a soft kiss and then take it into my mouth, sucking on it like I’m going to suck his cock. His eyes narrow as I tease him.
“Are you going to fuck me on my new desk or what?” I ask with a mischievous grin. “I’m a busy CEO. I don’t have all day.”
“You know it, baby. I’m going to fill that little pussy with my big cock and unload my cum straight into your womb.”
“How about you keep your hot cum away from my womb for now? Four babies are enough.”
He groans as he stares me down. This man loves seeing me pregnant with his children. He can’t get enough of it.
“I have one more baby for you to keep,” he says as he reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a silver key and dangles it in front of my face.
“Another car?” I ask him with raised eyebrows. “I think we have enough.”
Our garage is full of them. I’ve lost count. I don’t think that DeMarcus has ever bought one. It seems like after every hit collaboration that he’s worked on, the other artist gives him a car. He’s had a lot of hits, which means my garage is overflowing with futuristic-looking cars that I’m way too nervous to drive.
“Not a car. This.”
“This what?”
“This place. It’s yours.”
Oh my God…
I start to get all shaky inside. “Are you saying…?”
“MREX is yours. I bought it for you.”
I jump up and throw my arms around his neck and kiss his soft lush lips.
Plans have changed. He’s not fucking me on the desk. I’m fucking him on the desk. Really. Fucking. Hard.
“You built it up,” he says as he puts the key in my hand and wraps my fingers around it. “It should be yours.”
“But the owners,” I say with my voice racing. “I thought they didn’t want to sell.”
“I warned them that we would start our own PR company and take all their clients with us. Suddenly, they were eager to sell.”
“I can’t believe this!” I say as I stare at the key in my trembling hands. “When does this take into effect?”
“Ten minutes ago,” he says. “It’s all yours. Boss.”
I place my palm on his chest and push. DeMarcus’s a huge guy, and I’m anything but big, but he lets himself fall down on his desk as he watches me with eager eyes.
I waste no time in taking his belt off and then I quickly unzip his pants. I want that big hard cock inside me now. My pussy is burning for it.
“I’m your client,” he says as I yank down his pants and underwear. His big dick springs out with cream dripping from his thick head. “Isn’t this sexual harassment?”
“No,” I say as I hike up my dress and climb over him. My knees are digging into the oak desk as I straddle his big dick. “But this is.”
I grab his throbbing shaft, pull my wet underwear to the side, and sink down onto his thick, long, glorious cock.
A warm satisfied sigh falls out of me as he fills me completely.
If every day as CEO and owner started like this, I’d be a very happy woman.
Who am I kidding?
I already am…
Epilogue
DeMarcus
Twenty-five years later
Forty-plus years of my life are flashing on the big screen above the stage. Snippets of hit song after hit song play over clips of music videos, interviews, concerts, movies, so many things I’ve done.
My Ayana’s little hand wraps around mine and squeezes as the video plays. It finally ends and the lights in the theatre come back on. The cameramen come rushing over and I have to fight back a growl as they stick the camera in our faces. After all these years, I still get all tight and edgy when they put a camera on my girl.
I don’t like other men looking at what’s mine, and I really don’t like them putting a camera lens on Ayana where her beautiful body will be broadcast to millions of men.
She puts her other hand on my forearm and a breath rushes out of me, easing the tension building within. Her touch always calms me. She always knows just how to soothe her possessive beast of a husband.
The actress on stage, Emma Martel, says a few words and then leans into the microphone with a smile. “I’m happy to present DeMarcus Elba with the lifetime achievement award.”
The cameras zoom in and I see me and Ayana on the big screen over the stage. She’s wearing a sparkly silver dress that’s showing way too much cleavage as far as I’m concerned. I tried to wrap a blanket over her before we got out of the limo, but she refused, saying that there was no way she was walking down the red carpet with an old flannel blanket around her shoulders.
I leap out of my seat and hurry up the stairs, just so the cameras will follow me and stop displaying what belongs to my eyes only.
Emma hands me the award and tries to kiss me on the cheek. I move my face out of the way just in time and she awkwardly walks away. I don’t care if it looks bad. I don’t want any lips on me that aren’t Ayana’s.
“This is a great honor,” I say as I thank the usual suspects. My staff, agent, managers, collaborators, kids, family, and then finally, I get to the most important person in my life. My wife.
“And I want to thank Ayana,” I say as I stare at the most beautiful woman in the world. She’s sitting in the front row smiling back at me. That smile still staggers me to this day.
“You are everything to me, baby. I wouldn’t be able to get up in the morning, let alone accomplish anything if it wasn’t for you. All these songs. All this work. It was for you.”
I point to her and everyone in the theatre claps. It starts off small but then erupts into a standing ovation. Everybody knows my girl and they all love her.
But I’m the lucky one who has her.
Everything else doesn’t matter. The money, houses, cars, jewelry, fame, awards. It’s nothing compared to her.
I leave the trophy on the podium so I can rush down and wrap my arms around her because she is the real trophy. The true prize.
And she’s all mine.
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