I walked through the club, the sights, smells, and entire atmosphere making my body tingle. It might be considered just a strip club, but the energy that rushed through this place was like a living entity. It made everyone who was in here feel alive, feel wanted.

The people who worked here weren’t just employees. They were all like family, helping each other, trying to stay afloat like everyone else.

Although I didn't dance at Cole's business, didn’t strip anywhere for that matter because of how protective and possessive he was of me, it was no hardship.

Truth was stripping wasn't what I wanted to do in my heart anyway. But dancing was what I was good at; it was what had paid my bills when times were tough. But after knowing what I really wanted to do, that I had the support of the man I loved, I followed my dreams.

I’d applied for a position as a dance instructor at a local ballet company in the city. And I’d just come from the interview, with a job offer in hand, and the future looking brighter every moment.

I lifted my hand and waved to some of the girls I passed, continuing to make my way toward the back where Cole's office was. I knocked once before pushing the door open. I saw he was on the phone, and the fierce expression on his face told me he was wound tight over something.

That had this wanton feeling rushing over me, and I smirked, if only to myself.

He looked over at me and I saw pleasure fill his expression. He was happy to see me, and that made me feel like a loved woman.

“Marcus, no. I need those files sent over today. If we plan on merging, it has to be completed this week.” His voice was hard, pissed, but I knew how to make him feel better, how to make him relax.

Over the last six months a lot of things had changed. I had moved in with Cole, and although some would say that after only knowing a man for six months, moving in with him was the last thing I should've done, it felt right and perfect.

He treated me like his queen, like the world should fall to its knees and kiss my feet … worship me.

Cole certainly did.

He was older, more experienced, but he never made me feel anything but loved and respected. He’d encouraged me to go to this interview, to show them how incredible I was as a dancer, and not take no for an answer.

He was my rock, and I knew I was his as well.

I wanted him in my life forever. I didn't know what the future held for us, but I knew that before Cole came into my life, I hadn't actually been living.

I'd only been surviving.

But I refused to let Cole pay my way. I worked for him, for the club. I’d learned the bookkeeping and was an assistant to the accountant. That gave me pride, stability, and strength to know that I contributed to this relationship and didn't just ride his coattails, despite the fact he’d told me plenty of times he wanted to take care of me. I was an independent woman. I always had been and always would be. I wanted to be equals with Cole, and he made me feel like that every step of the way.

I continued walking toward him, and when I was behind his desk and he was facing me, I sank to my knees. I saw the surprised expression on his face. That turned me on even more.

While he was still on the phone, I unzipped and undid the button of his slacks. I pulled the flaps aside, reached in, and grabbed his already hard dick. He was huge, thick and long, and already had pre-cum forming at the tip.

My mouth watered, my throat tightened, and with one look at his face, I lowered myself and engulfed his cock.

I circled my fingers around the base of the shaft, and with my other hand I reached below to cup his balls. I took in as much as I could, but with Cole being so large and thick, I could only take half of him in.

I started gagging when the tip of him hit the back of my throat, but I knew that turned him on, and that was confirmed when he lifted his hips slightly. He pushed his cock deep in my throat, and I felt my eyes water. My pussy became soaked, my inner muscles squeezing on their own. I lifted my gaze and stared at his face as I continued to suck him off.

He finally had to get off the phone because he couldn’t hold in his sounds of pleasure. That pleased me.

As the minutes moved by, his groans became deeper, harsher. I’d forgotten to lock the door, so anyone could've walked in and seen what I was doing, but that had a thrill moving through me. I wasn't an exhibitionist by nature, but the very fact that someone could see the dirty things I did with the man I loved made me excited.

And then I felt his whole body tense. I knew he was going to get off. I renewed my efforts, hollowed out my cheeks, and ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I sucked him hard and deep, willing him with my body and my moans to come for me. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his seed, to make me swallow it all, to have it slipping out the corners of my lips.

And when he finally did come, I swallowed it all. I pulled away, his cock slipping from my mouth, the length still semi-erect. I knew from experience with him that he could get hard again for me in an instant. But instead of doing that, he helped me to stand, pulled me onto his lap, and just held me. He pushed my long hair away and kissed the side of my neck sweetly.

I let myself sink against him, his warmth, strength, and everything about him making me feel whole.

It was so strange not knowing that you’re missing something. But I knew I’d been missing something monumental the moment I became Cole’s.

“Tell me how your day went, baby.” He continued to kiss my neck. “Tell me how the interview went, although I already know you got the job.”

I pulled back and looked at his face, smiling at him. “How do you know I got the job? For all you know they could have laughed at my dancing skills.”

He growled low, and I loved that primal, animalistic side of him.

“Fuck no, they would have never laughed at you.” He tightened his hold on me. “And I knew you got the position because you're an incredible dancer. They would've been idiots not to hire you.”

“Well…” I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. I was deliriously happy, not just because I did get the position, but because Cole was mine. “Yes, they said if I wanted the job it was mine. They actually want me to start next week.”

Cole pulled me in for a tight hug, and I absorbed the feeling. When he moved back, I could see the love in his face, the support written across his expression.

“I love you,” he said in his deep voice, the one that always made me feel so very feminine.

I knew without a doubt, knew until the very end of the earth, that my happiness was with him.

I always knew, and would always know, exactly how loved I was.