by M.J. Kane
Chapter 33
In my opinion, engagement sex was much better than dating sex.
Javan lay panting beside me, his eyes closed. The man knew how to please. And to think, I would be waking up next to him for the rest of my life.
When we started sleeping together, commitment of any kind was not the plan. We’d have dinner, maybe some pillow talk. But mostly it was all about sexual satisfaction.
Until the day Javan decided to take things to a different level. Or had it been me who instigated the change?
It really didn’t matter, because in the end, we both followed the other’s lead. Somehow, he’d managed to put up with my ridiculous desire to put on a show about being together. I planned mini anniversary dates where he’d show up dressed to impress. His long, flowing dreads would be shiny and well maintained. He’d wear a tailored suit that fit his football frame to a T. A bottle of wine and roses would always be present.
And his sexy, wide mouthed smile. The same smile he wore when I took my time pleasing him. The smile he wore now as he drifted off to sleep.
A small squeak escaped my smiling lips. He’d put in his share of work, but I’d rocked his world thoroughly.
My heart could explode from the unfounded joy.
I’m getting married!
So much to do, so little time. Or was it? It all happened so fast we hadn’t set a wedding date yet.
Javan surprised me by arriving before I got off work with a box of chocolates and a dozen yellow roses. Our plans were to have dinner, of course. It didn’t surprise me when Ebony and Brian opted not to hang with us. Ordinarily I would have been mad, but not tonight. At least one of them broke away from whatever kinky sex they were having and answered when I called to share my happy news. Even though the call ended abruptly, I knew deep down, she would be excited for me.
Ebony and I didn’t see eye-to-eye when it came to relationships. I was happy she’d finally found the man right for her. Brian definitely knew how to take care of my girl. I wished them happiness. A smile spread across my face as Javan snored in his sleep. I definitely had found mine.
Now that my life and relationship seemed to mirror hers, I hoped my dedication to the career I wanted would be the same. Like Ebony, I would do whatever it took to see my dream come true. Over the past few weeks, she’d inspired me to make plans to transition to my dream job as a fashion consultant. I’ve always had a passion for fashion, hell after growing up near Hollywood and Rodeo Drive, who wouldn’t?
For the past two months, I’d been toying with the idea to make my business official. My parents didn’t know I had offered my services to hotel guests as a test study. Since they worked primarily at the original hotel’s location, I had free range over what happened here. The only thing my father expected was paperwork and reports turned in on time, along with increased profits. As long as I produced, he didn’t keep an eye on the day-to-day activities.
So far I averaged at least two clients a week. I could only imagine what would happen once I advertised my services outside of the hotel. I’d just started on my business plan. When it was complete, I would present it to my father, and if all went well, they’d not only give me their blessing, but financial backing as well. If they agreed to let me rent out an unused room in the hotel, I would have an affordable storefront, and draw business to the hotel as well. It would be a win-win for all.
If everything went according to plan, Dreams would be up and running in three months. But first, I had a wedding to plan.
For once, everything in my life had found a balance. My only wish was that both of my friends would know happiness the way I did now.
I studied Javan’s sleeping face. He looked so peaceful lying there. We’d failed to pull the sheets over us, so I took advantage and studied his delectable brown skin from head-to-toe. Well, mostly the wonderful part between his powerful thighs.
Wicked thoughts came to mind. How long would it take him to wake up if…
Only one way to find out.