by Pinki Parks
He pronounced us man and wife with our lives forever entwined. We raced down the aisle with our friends pelting us with rice. We gave them the customary wave and we got into the limousine on our way to a private winter oasis.
Grant met us at the car. There was an awkward moment where I thought I might have to go a few rounds with him.
“It has been one hell of a ride. He saved my life. I don’t think I would have done the same thing in his shoes. He is a better man than I am. I hope you find the happiness you deserve. Gillian, I will always be your friend, but I think it’s time for me to find myself. My father made me the driven bastard I was, but he’s gone now. I can finally find my own voice. The sky is the limit.” He was freed from the shackles of his family obligation. He looked younger and more at peace with himself.
“I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. It looks good on you. I want you to stay in touch with me. I would really love to know what is next for you. I have this feeling you will find what you are looking for.” She hugged him and they shared a silent moment with me standing there looking a little out of place.
He finally let her go and they had rekindled the friendship that he had corrupted.
“We both know she could do better. Treat her right and give her the chance to fly free. Don’t be too quick to argue with her. It’s been my personal experience it’s a losing battle.” His loss of his father was the best thing that could have happened to him.
“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. I have seen for myself how stubborn she can be. I will learn to compromise to keep the peace.” I shook his hand, but we knew that being friends was a work in progress. We both loved her in different ways.
We were barely out of the parking lot before I was tearing into her wedding gown with my teeth. I ducked my head underneath and found her panties sticking to her flesh like a second skin. I peeled it out of the way to see her enthusiastic response glistening in my eager eyes.
“You are absolutely incorrigible. I’m not complaining.” I spread her legs and found her opening to my gaze like a blooming rose. I traced one finger down to her slick opening ready for the insertion of my tongue.
I couldn’t see her face, but I could hear her reaction when I infiltrated the heated confines of her sex. I pricked the opening with the tip of my tongue to taste the ambrosia of her juices. I invaded her personal space and made her lift her legs until her feet were pressed up against the ceiling.
“I love that I can’t see what you’re doing.” She was stumbling over her words and it felt like I was living in the shoes of another.
It was a generous gift of Grant to let her find the happiness she deserved. I had saved his life and he was so grateful that he couldn’t say no to our impending nuptials. I was caught off guard when she got down on one knee to propose with the very ring I had told her to keep. It was cheesy, but it was a proposal I was never going to forget.
“I can’t breathe under here.” I struggled to extricate myself from drowning in taffeta and lace.
“I hope you don’t intend to stop what you are doing.” I took a deep breath and forged ahead with my tongue securely embedded within her.
I heard her moaning and it encouraged me to retrieve my tongue. It lashed forward touching her clit before I sealed my lips over it. I drove two agile digits into her quivering walls. She was twisting in place, groaning with satisfaction and letting loose with a litany of profanity to make a grown sailor blush.
“I fucking love it. You god damn bastard…you really do know what you’re doing down there. It’s a fucking relief to have our past no longer haunting us. Yes… Yes…give me more and don’t stop until I scream.” She had nothing to fear and I wasn’t leaving until I heard the magic words coming from her mouth.
I put enough suction on her engorged clit to draw the pronounced bud along my lips. I could feel the way that her body was thrusting against my face. Her juices seared my lips and the taste flowing freely over my tongue was hard to discourage.
I continued on the same course facing the inevitable orgasm about to spray with intensity. She came with a heavy discharge. It took a moment for me to find a way to persevere. I kept my lips locked to her spurting hole.
She was pounding her feet into the ceiling and lifting her body with every muscle controlled by the orgasm seething through her. She finally held her spastic body in the air and then dropped with a rush of deep exhalation.
I emerged from underneath what was left of her dress holding her panties in my teeth. I shook them back and forth while growling like I was an animal.
“I have to say that you do perform on a different level than others. I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to let you out of my sight. There’s no way I’m ever going to let another woman get close enough to find out what I already know. You are the best lover. You’re very attentive and you don’t give up easily. I believe that’s something we have in common.” She grabbed me by the shoulders and had me lying there looking up at her.
“I’ve never met anybody quite like you. A woman should know how to please their man. You do that and a whole lot more.” I was only telling her what was in my heart, but her mind was focused on something else.
She found the poking evidence of my arousal. Taking it out wasn’t easy, but she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Her fingers touching my shaft awakened a new understanding of what it was like to be in the presence of an angel. I knew the devil was there somewhere lurking waiting for its horns to come out at the right time.
“You are the one that brings it out in me. I’m always looking for new ways to surprise you. I will never give up.” She slapped me lightly across the face and pulled my hair to get my mouth on her nipples through the dress. I was biting through the fabric and she was arching her chest to give me the proper incentive.
I pulled down the bodice to expose her naked chest to my gaze. Her nipples found their way one after the other into my mouth. I could feel her hand on me and how close I was to the gates of her pleasure. She was making the knob shine with her creamy discharge running down the shaft in three different places.
I had my hands on her hips and I drove her down the inflexible pole. I began to lift her and could feel the slippery lips of her excitement. She caressed every single inch down to my heavy-laden balls. She was soaking my pants and no doubt could feel the metal zipper against her bare flesh.
Her hands were on my shoulders and her eyes had this glaze of hungry determination. I kept slamming her back down hard enough to hear our flesh smacking together. She was letting me pull her strings, but I was well versed in what made her cry with orgasmic animation.
The frequency of my thrusts began to increase in tempo. I was watching her expression and feeding on the words coming out of her mouth pushing me into a different gear. I was pressing down on the accelerator and soon had her on her back giving the springs of the limousine more than they were anticipating.
I was hammering the nail of my indulgence into her. She was squealing with avid delight. There was no way she could possibly know how far I was willing to go to make her happy. It was a slow burn to the finish line, but the grunt of acceptance was followed by a creamy discharge. It boiled up inside me and came out with the kind of intensity to leave us both breathless with abandon.
“Dalton, I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now.” We had the limousine drive us to the location where Tony was going to meet us for the exchange.
He wasn’t there and neither were Melanie and Jackson. There was a black box on the table at the bar we had chosen for the meeting. I looked at Gillian and I felt my chest tighten with apprehension.
“It’s not going to open itself.” I knew she was right.
I flipped the lid and found a letter addressed to the both of us. I read it quickly and dropped it.
“What does it say?” I couldn’t say the words. She took it upon herself to pick it up and read it out loud.
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sp; “We decided that Melanie and I deserved better than this. We took the diamonds and made the deal with Tony. While I was marrying you, Melanie was able to get her hands on the diamonds you both had in your possession. We left you a small portion of the profits for the roles you played in ambushing the estate. No hard feelings.” We should have known they couldn’t be trusted.
The profits they had mentioned were in the excess of $500,000 between us. It was nothing compared to what they were sitting on. We were upset, but Gillian took the sting out of it by announcing her pregnancy. I didn’t need money to be happy. I knew how to invest and that $500,000 would grow with big dividends.
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THE END
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BONUS STORY 1
Trapped by Love
Ms. Billionaire Meets the Detective
By Lana DeAngeli
Synopsis
“You were brave tonight, I’ll give you that but I want you to burn, Keisha. I want all that cool control of yours gone and the real aching need behind it to beg me to take you…”
The moment he walked in her condo, BBW billionaire Keisha knew that she wanted him. It didn’t matter that bad boy ex-military, Detective Hunter Blake who was investigating her money laundering crime was off-limits.
She wanted him.
Ms. Billionaire is a Big Beautiful Woman and is used to getting everything she desires, including men who should be off-limits.
Would you ever risk prison to be with a super hot bad boy detective who was investigating you?
All she knew was that she wanted him holding her, kissing her and possessing her even more than she wanted to him to free her from this mystery she found herself wrapped up in.
And Hunter wanted her- all of her, mind, body and soul…, just like someone else wants her gone.
Chapter 1
“Twenty years— at minimum.”
The words the Federal Agent had just said as he stood like a monolith in the middle of her plush living room were pounding in Keisha Al-Habar’s head like a thumping gong.
Twenty years- in prison.
The thought of twenty years in prison, a full seizure of her assets and liquidation of her company if convicted of money laundering was a very bitter pill to swallow. The young billionaire stockbroker who was the head of a leading brokerage in the middle of Charlotte City North Carolina literally felt sick.
The twenty-nine-year-old woman, the sole prodigious daughter of a Saudi father and an African-American model mother, was on the verge of getting convicted for a serious corporate crime.
It was inconceivable. No matter how many times Keisha ran it through her head she couldn’t come up with any idea how this had happened.
Twenty- three minutes ago at eight forty-five a.m., just as she had finished making her first cup of coffee, the door of her fifteen-story condo of Tyson Street, had been politely knocked on.
Curious, Keisha had tightened the belt of her silk robe and went to answer it only to come face to face with three men standing at her doorstep, one of whom, by the badges on his uniform was instantly identified as a local officer.
The one at the front though, clad in a dark suit that had hard blue eyes and a noticeable no-nonsense air to him, got to the point instantly, “Keisha Al-Habar?”
Feeling entirely wary she had nodded, “Yes, may I help you?”
The three men pulled out badges, there were two from the local PD and one from the FBI.
The lead man, the one with the briefcase closed his credentials wallet, “I am Special Agent Dirk Thomas FBI, White Collar Crimes division, and these are my colleagues, Lieutenant Jack Nichols and Detective Hunter Blake from the local Police Department. May we come inside, ma'am? We'd like to talk with you on some sensitive matters.”
Instantly, the cool and collected demeanor and she had crafted over the years from being the head of a lucrative corporation descended on her. Keisha stepped back and opened the door for them.
“Please, come in,” She said evenly, “Let me make myself presentable and I’ll be right with you.”
As they filed past her Keisha noticed the first cop, Jack was older with thinning hair and deep stress lines around his face and had an ingrained furrow between his dark brown eyes but the second- holy god.
Hunter’s dark hair was windblown and his sculpted face, all defined lines with a strong jaw looked like Michelangelo himself had chiseled him out of a slab of marble. He was dressed in casual dark jeans and a white shirt and a black biker leather jacket that didn’t hide his fairly muscled chest.
His face was blank but his forest green eyes were hooded as they ran over the room in an all-assessing gaze. When those eyes ran over her, Keisha had felt a shiver ran over her whole body as every muscle in her belly constricted.
If she was superstitious she would have thought that his eyes had grabbed a piece of her soul and devoured it with that one look. A level of tension she hadn’t felt in a long while sprung up and everything under her skin felt tight.
“Please, wait, I’ll be back in a moment,” Keisha said evenly as though her insides weren’t trembling.
“Sure ma’am,” Agent Thomas said a bit stiffly.
Even with the easy concession given to her, Keisha felt this was serious, so with a curt nod she went to her bedroom and stripped the silken robe away.
Subconsciously wanting to impress, she took out a pair of flattering jeans and a peasant blouse and put them on. She unbound her hair and allowed her thick deep mahogany tresses, a gift from her mixed heritage, to fall over her shoulders to the top of her thirty-four D bust.
Her breasts larger than she had wanted, being a business woman, they sometimes got in the way of a serious negotiation. She wasn't, however, complaining about the rest of what God had given her. Besides, they didn't detract from her figure. Her behind was plump, something she inherited from her mother, not that there was anything to complain about, it had become a fad to have a big booty.
Fluffing her hair Keisha spun around to take a last look at herself. Her jeans fitted her curvy thirty-seven “J. Lo” hips and cinched her small waist. The blouse framed her torso perfectly, fitting her ample bust and abdomen with refined elegance.
Shooting a look into the mirror Keisha took a deep and steadying breath. She had felt strong attraction from a mere glance before but the one Hunter, an appropriate name if she had ever heard one, had given her had blown all her previous experiences out of the water.
Her hazel eyes took on an edge of determination as she walked back out to see two of the men standing in the center of the room while Hunter and his hypnotic green eyes, was leaning on the far wall with his arms crossed and still blank-faced.
Forcing herself to look away Keisha faced the FBI agent, “Agent Thomas, may I ask the reason for this meeting?”
The agent pulled a file from his briefcase and handed it to her, “Ma’am, the local Bank of America just filed a report claiming some suspicious activity from an account with your name on it.”
Keisha took the file and opened it to see bank statements printouts with her name as the account holder. She skimmed down and had to hold back a gasp. Printed there, in stark black against white was a consistency of deposits of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars every month and every three months the accumulated funds were withdrawn.
She skimmed to the last page and saw the opening date; June 13, 2012, and from then to now, the trans
actions spanned of five years.
Slowly, Keisha sat down on her nearest couch and felt cold. She knew numbers and she knew the law and she knew this was money laundering.
Her eyes looked up and meet the Agent’s with steadiness, “I see my name on this account but I have no idea what this is. I never opened an account in this branch."
Agent Thomas’ expression only got graver, “That was our suspicion ma’am. We suspect this is a case of identity theft. Can you recall any incident where you lost or misplaced your identification? Made a purchase online or gave to some charity?”
Keisha ran a hand through her hair as her mind flew back, trying assiduously to recall any incident like that and came up with nothing.
“I’m sorry officers,” Keisha said tightly, “I cannot recall any indecent like that, just like I have no idea why anyone would want to launder money under my name.”
Agent Thomas’ blue eyes looked impressed, “So you do know why we’re here.”
“Agent,” Keisha said standing up, intuitively aware of Hunter’s eyes following her. “I run a brokerage company. I know numbers. My father, A-abe, Hasal was a mathematician and I had to study corporate law, so yes, I know the signs of laundering. The only reason this went under your radar was that it was just barely under ten grand.”
“Yes, until the trend was caught. You do know that if we don’t disprove this, the brunt of the wall will be thrown at you,” Dirk added, “This means that the state will seize all your assets and you might face up to twenty years in prison, at minimum.”
It felt like bile in her mouth but Keisha nodded, “I understand, but you have to believe me, officer, this wasn't me. I have nothing to do with this.”
“We do believe you,” Jack said, “We’ve seen your records ma’am. You don’t even have an outstanding parking ticket in your name, so we do believe that someone else is behind this.”