Dirty Daddy

Her Billionaire’s Baby Book 1

Ellie Wild

 

 

1

Foster

 

“The building really is a steal. The company’s going out of business, and the price they’re offering is all inclusive. They aren’t even trying to sell off the furniture on any of the levels in order to try and recoup money. The guy’s just fucking bailing.”

“Doesn’t sound like a very smart man to me,” I said. “I’ve got no issues buying from him the potential he doesn’t see.”

“That’s why I wanted to meet you at your office today instead of waiting until this afternoon. If I can secure this price, then we’ll have our pick of what they’ve got in that building to use. I can hire someone to haul out the rest of the shit, and we can get this project going.”

“Sounds like a plan. Does that mean the meeting this afternoon is canceled?” I asked. “Can you guys handle something like that without me there?”

“Yes, Mr. Dobson. We’ll be just fine once we’ve gotten your approval.”

“Then, you’ve got it,” I said.

“This’ll put you on the map.”

“I’m already on the map,” I said. “Now, I want to be the map. I want people to come to me when they want something from that building. I’ve got massive plans for it.”

“Then, that is something we can do. All you need to do is-”

“Approve every single solitary change I want to make with the board, no matter what. Every faucet. Every piece of wallpaper-- which there will be none-- and every change of every toilet seat. Got it,” I said.

“I know you don’t like that part-”

“No, I don’t. I don’t like the fact that I own this company and have for five years, and yet a table full of old ass rich men somehow get to decide whether I’ve done my job well enough. They don’t own this company. They aren’t the experts. They simply hold stock and invest consistently in my projects. If I was bad at my job, they wouldn’t keep investing. That’s proof enough, the fact that they’re all still sitting there,” I said.

“And I agree wholeheartedly, Mr. Dobson, but that’s just the way things are.”

“Well, maybe things need to-...change.” A yawn peeled from my lips even as I was saying it. I’d done this song and dance a million fucking times. Some independent idiot would come in and want to start their own complex or condominium station and try to pimp it out. They’d really do it up-- jet bathtubs in all the main bathrooms, king-sized beds. Really furnish up the place and rent out the rooms to businessmen.

What they didn’t understand was that businessmen who came to New York either stayed in hotels because they wanted to discreetly bang someone or they stayed in the home of whoever they were banging.

Luxury condominiums never worked anywhere in the city unless you were selling them.

It was my fifth property I’d acquired in the past seven years doing this type of shit. I’d come in to the owner panicking with his balls between his legs and he’d beg me for the best possible estimate I could provide. I’d buy him out, so he wouldn’t be in half the debt he’s currently in, then I’d take everything and turn it into what it should’ve been. The money I brought in from these projects could power an entire third-world country for ten years.

And I was about to make a shitload more money with this latest venture.

“Something boring you?”

“Yes. You. Get out. You’ve got my approval. Come back to me when the construction crew is ready to revamp. I control that part,” I said.

“Just make sure you give me a rundown of things you want to change and get it to me. I can run at least some of it by the board so you don’t have to be, you know, bored anymore. That’ll give you a bit more freedom to go ahead and get some things done.”

“Just write the word ‘everything’ on a sheet of paper and slide it across the table. I’m sure they’ll get the message then,” I said.

The guy I was talking to was my project manager. I didn’t know his name, and I didn’t care. He was a full-time worker when I needed him, and he sat on my board taking up space when I didn’t. Honestly, I was really hoping he’d bring me something more interesting. I’d always wanted to revamp a theater or an opera house. Something in the entertainment industry that hadn’t sold itself out just yet to the modern era of entertainment.

I could bring a richness back to the arts that had long been lost. Every time I went to the symphony or the opera they were always trying to raise funds because they couldn't get enough asses in those seats. Sure, there were people who found that kind of thing stuffy. But, choirs and symphonies alike were updating themselves to become more appealing to the masses.

But those fucking amphitheaters and concert halls. They looked like something out of a dusty 1940s sleazy sex joint.

I could sink my bored-ass teeth into a project like that.

I took over the company after my dad passed five years ago. He didn’t have any help from his parents when starting this business, either. But I had a start. I shat on my parent’s views of college and started taking out loans and flipping houses to get money. Then, I started flipping those homes and renting them out. At one point, I had over one-hundred properties in my name and was raking in the money. I invested well and was living just fine until my dad passed, then the responsibility of his business fell to my shoulders.

Now-- at thirty-seven years of age-- I was the largest and wealthiest real estate mogul in the country. I specialize in all things real estate, but my passion was buying out all these failures other people endure just so I can make them better.

And it all started because I was crushing down walls and updating homes.

Honestly? I thought my father’s business would be more exciting when I was a kid. I saw him showing all these awesome properties and making people so happy. I thought he was, like, Superman or some shit. He was giving people their dreams in the form of houses, and I watched him grow from selling cookie-cutter houses in the suburbs to managing some of the most expensive properties New York City had to offer.

But holy fuck, showing homes was boring. You had to know shit about the house, like the plumbing and property taxes. You had to answer questions like ‘would this room be good for a nursery?’ or ‘when was the last time this bathroom was updated?’

Bitch, I don’t know. I don’t live there. Do you want it or not?

That’s why, when I took this company to the soaring heights it flies now, I now hired people to do all that shit. The realtors that worked underneath me didn’t work for a salary, but they were paid some of the highest commissions in the city. I had real estate agents knocking down my fucking door just to put in their application in case someone quit. Not having a salary forced them to sell, and the high commission percentage let them know how much I appreciated their enthusiasm for selling.

It was a win-win scenario.

But, even though I got that part of the business off my back, I still had to deal with other types of bullshit. Like stocks and the shareholders and boring ass boardroom meetings. Holy hell, the old men around here loved their board meetings. And those suckers weren’t like, five or ten minutes.

I fucking sat in a boardroom meeting for four hours last week.

Four hours!

Last fucking week!

But, now that the meeting this afternoon was canceled, I decided to take an early day. I could already feel my stress levels rising just thinking about the board meetings to come. I’d need to approve everything through them to make sure everyone was onboard before I’d be able to do any of the shit I actually liked doing, which was making everything better than it was in the beginning.

I was a fixer.

An improver.

The club downtown, The Rose Club, boasted of some of the finest women this city had to offer. They were vetted by appearance at the door by the bouncers and there was always someone willing to sit in the billionaires’ lap. They’d do anything to get into the VIP area with me, especially when I was known for wining and dining them in the evenings.

You know, before fucking them stupid into the mattress and ruining them for any other man in their lives.

So, in order to blow off some steam, that was exactly where I was headed. I was going to find me a nice piece of ass to come sit on my lap. I was going to feed her wines and decadent fruits she’d suck between her lips before I pulled out my cock and mesmerized her with it. Never had a woman refused the thick dick I had packing underneath my pants, and I could feel it.

Tonight was my night.

I was going to find me a little crimson-lipped beauty with long legs for hours and hair that dripped down her back. I was going to wrap my hands within it while I took her from behind, then I’d hold her close to make her feel special before making her breakfast and escorting her out.

If she was going to be my little slut for the evening, the least I could do was treat her with respect in the morning.

My cock twitched at the mere idea of it as I climbed into the seat of my car, and I started home so I could go ahead and get ready.

I had a bed to make just so I could mark it with some lucky woman’s lipstick.

2

Ella

I still couldn’t believe I’d snagged this job. The Rose Club was the classiest lounge in town, and the club’s owner only took on the most talented individuals. I enjoyed it because it was more cabaret than stripper: the nudity was always implied and there weren’t any rooms where men could take us back afterwards and pay us for anything. Many clubs around the city were just like that, but not here.

Here, I could flourish in my craft without having to worry about being taken advantage of.

I smoothed my long brown hair back from my face and tied it into a low ponytail before I began applying my makeup. With the harsh lighting a stage afforded, sometimes it was necessary to contour and put a little heavier makeup on. This was my debut number, so all lights would be on me, and that meant I really had to make sure my eyes popped. My eyes were the number one thing men complimented me on. They were these light baby blues that would make any men look ice cold.

But on me, with my red lips and my rosy cheeks, they added a sense of mystery.

Especially when I teased my hair out.

I applied my makeup bases and let them sit while I curled my hair in my hot rollers. People were coming up and introducing themselves, giving me their luck and wishing me well. The thing about this club was that you got one shot: they didn’t hire you unless you could drive the crowd wild with your particular flair. There was a men’s duo dancing and singing team that lead women’s night and there were a couple of drag queens that owned the weekends, but they were lacking in a true, sensual woman to really command the stage.

Not to make the men whoop and holler, but to make them speechless and drool.

That was my job: to fulfill that need for this club. If I could, I could quit my day job waitressing. I loved where I was, don’t get me wrong. But, it didn’t pay me the money I needed to live the life I wanted. The only kind of apartment I could afford was one with roommates in the shady part of town. I didn’t feel safe walking around, which meant I had to restrict myself to the day shifts-- which usually didn’t pay much.

I couldn’t decorate the way I wanted, I couldn’t sing in the shower like I wanted. I couldn’t even own some of the things I wanted, like a queen-sized bed or a little labradoodle. All my life, I’d wanted two things: my own place and my own puppy.

Working exclusively for The Rose Club would afford me that lifestyle. I could be happy doing just this. Doing what I love and living the way I wanted to live. I didn’t want a family, I didn’t want kids, and I didn’t want anything to tie me down. I wanted my stage, I wanted my puppy, and I wanted my home.

I let the hot rollers heat up my hair while I began putting on the rest of my makeup. I was a lounge singer all over town, which was why the club owner decided to give me a shot. My resume was massive, and I had a few recordings I could bring him when I came in for the interview. The only reason he called me up after I placed my application was because the last place I sung at was the Brandy Library.

Apparently, that was his favorite place to frequent when he wasn’t here.

I took the hot rollers out of my hair and teased it out before I started getting into my outfit. I pulled on black stockings that contrasted with my milky white skin and attached them to the hooks on my tight leather shorts. They stopped just underneath my buttcheeks-- enough to tease the men but still stay appropriate-- and the crimson red corset I hooked myself into matched the crimson red lipstick I was going to swipe onto my lips just before I walked on stage.

And the moment I hit the stage, the men began to whistle.

I stood there at the top of the steps, fog covering the stage. I was only afforded one paid number unless the crowd chanted to have me back, so I had to make sure it was a good one. I decided to go with a slow, sensual ballad since I was trying to stun the men speechless.

So, when my personal lounge arrangement of ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ began to play, I slowly began sashaying down the steps as my fingertips ran down the side railing.

All I did was slowly walk around stage and sing. The song was slow, the key was low, and every time I went down for a really low note I’d dip down and flick my finger underneath the chin of a man whose jaw was dropped to the floor. A couple of times I did a little twist when a sultry little trumpet would pop up and make a sound, and by the time the song was over I was sitting on a stool in the middle of the room with my legs spread wide and my eyebrow cocked in the air.

For the briefest of moments, the room was silent. The song had stopped, I was holding my breath so my body wouldn’t falter, and then I heard it.

It was one voice in the back, and then it trickled into three. The entire back balcony got in on the chant just before it rumbled down to the main floor.

And I stood to my feet while the chanted my name.

“Ella! Ella! Ella! Ella! Ella!”

I slowly inched off the stool and blew a kiss to the crowd before I slowly turned on my heels and swayed my ass off stage. I nailed the number, I knew I did, and while I was never one to toot my own horn, the owner would be an idiot not to hire me.

Wait until I got to tell him that was my own arrangement.

I slid my robe on in the back just as the club owner came bursting through. He had a massive smile on his face and he drew me in for a hug, singing my praises and asking me if I had another number prepared.

He hired me right on the spot, and I was ecstatic.

I decided to go celebrate with a drink after I walked up to the music booth. I handed him the track for the next number I would do later on in the evening, then I headed to the bar for a martini. I was one of the few women in town who actually enjoyed my martinis dry, and the bartenders were always sweethearts when I asked for extra olives. I was sitting there, waiting for my martini as I watched the next act go on, but there was a movement that caught the corner of my eye.

A handsome man sitting at the end who had swiveled his stool to look at me.

He was tall and his shoulders were broad. His rippling muscles were threatening to bulge from the very expensive suit he had on, and his sandy blonde hair contrasted wonderfully with his tan skin. His deep brown eyes stayed hooked on me, his thick fingers wrapped around a glass of amber liquid, and I delicately grabbed my martini glass.

My eyes couldn’t stop scanning him. He had a striking jawline that tapered into high cheekbones. The smirk on his face told me he was looking at exactly what he wanted to see for the evening, and he raised his glass to me in a toast. I raised my martini glass to him, blushing underneath his gaze. But, his eyes never left mine, even as we wrapped our lips around the edges of our glasses.

Oh, how his lips seemed to glide across the crystal glasses. I bet they would glide across my skin just as effortlessly, stained with the amber liquid he was drinking while he devoured me whole. I imagined that strong body covering me from the world, shrouding me from the reality of the apartment I’d have to eventually go back to.

But not for long.

Not if I could nail this next song.

I slowly peeled my eyes away from him and threw them back to the stage. I couldn't get distracted now, I couldn't lose this chance. This job could change everything for me. And trust me, it wasn’t easy to change your situation being a lounge singer with no education in New York City.

I couldn't think about how wonderful those bulging arms would feel around me, though I knew I would think about it when I fell asleep tonight.

Right now, I had another song to nail. That’s where my attention needed to be.

 

3

Foster

The moment she stepped on stage I knew she was beautiful, but when she sat down at the bar she was absolutely intoxicating. Those crimson red lips beckoned to my cock while she flagged the bartender down, and I couldn’t help but swivel my chair towards her. The outfit she had on was perfect. It molded to every curve of her body while keeping the most important parts a complete secret. She was a boxed up present-- perfectly wrapped for the shape it was but never once gave away what was underneath.

I watched her grasp her martini glass and swirl the olives around the edge. She was a classy woman underneath that sultry act. There was hardly a woman in this city who didn’t order a cocktail that was brightly colored, and I watched as her eyes connected with mine. I raised my glass to her in a toast. I was toasting outwardly to her success, but I was toasted inwardly to mine.

I didn’t know how, but this was the woman I was getting home tonight.

She turned back to the stage after she had studied me for quite some time and I turned my attention back to the bar. I had no intentions of watching any of the other acts unless she hit the stage again. I could tell by the panting of her chest that she was just as caught up in the moment as I was. And it only solidified my theory when I caught her eyes flicking back towards me.

Every once in awhile, when she thought I wasn’t looking, those mysterious blue eyes would find their way back to my face. So, I grabbed my drink and headed towards her before I took a seat at the bar next to her.

“Your performance was incredible. Was that arrangement your own?” I asked.

I saw the eyebrow she cocked onto her head. I knew she thought no one in the club would recognize how foreign the song was, but I did. I knew of every rendition and every remix that song has ever taken on, and even that was new to me.

“Yes, it was. I’m surprised you knew that,” she said.

“A woman like you must have her talents on and off the stage. Call it a lucky guess,” I said.

“Then I shall consider it as such.”

“It’s also interesting how you chose the color red anyway, given that your eyes are substantially blue. Most women would’ve played off that,” I said.

“Well, I’m not most women,” she said.

“I can tell that simply by the drink you ordered. An actual martini instead of a brightly-colored, sweetened concoction passed off as one,” I said.

“You are martini connoisseur, Mr…?”

“Dobson. Foster Dobson. And no, I’m simply a connoisseur of women.”

“Which translates into ‘I’m going to attempt to take you home with me and make you part of the platter’. Correct?” she asked.

I heard the bartender snicker and I couldn’t help but grin. Now I understood why she chose the color red. It wasn’t some stereotypical ploy to woo the men from the stage she had just been on. It was the color that matched her attitude.

And I would enjoy silencing that attitude with my cock tonight.

“There is no platter, Miss…?”

“You can simply call me ‘Ella’,” she said.

“Miss Ella. There is no platter. Simply yourself and a man who wants to let you know how thoroughly beautiful and entertaining you are,” I said.

“Your words are very kind, Mr. Dobson.”

“They should be. Everyone deserves a bout of kindness every now and again,” I said.

She turned her gaze towards me and I caught it. I knew if I could just get her to look at me, to see the passion in my eyes and the way my strong body was leaning towards her, she would cave. I watched her body instinctively lean in towards me, trying to get closer as my eyes fluttered up and down her body.

“Mr. Dobson?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss Ella?”

“It’s-”

“Yes?”

“I-”

“Mhm?”

Our lips were close. So close that I could smell her perfume. So close I could feel her body heat. So close I could see the shimmering accent of the powder she’d placed onto her luscious bosom before her performance.

“It has been a pleasure. However, it’s time for my second debut,” she said.

Before I could register what was going on, she threw back the rest of her martini, slid the olives off the stick with an incredibly long tongue, and left to go backstage. I could feel the bartender smirking at me, taunting me with the laughter that threatened to burst forth from his throat.

For the first time in my life, a woman had left me breathless.

I made my way to the side of the stage just as she came back out. The men in the room went wild as I took a seat in a dark corner, and I simply watched her performance. I watched the way she walked effortlessly in her blood red heels. I watched the way her hips naturally swayed to the rhythm of the little number I could tell was also arranged by her. The way her low notes simply slid from her tongue rumbled my chest in a way no woman’s voice ever had before.

It made me wonder if she sounded like that in bed. If her pleasure would rumble my ribcage or shatter my eardrums.

I was impressed. With the way she moved and the way she sang. With the songs she had arranged and the outfit she had chosen. She was bringing the entire package to a performance I could tell meant a great deal to her, and I wanted to catch her after tonight and ask her why it was so important.

Why she was so invested in a club like this.

I bet she had a story. I bet she had dreams and aspirations this club would help her to obtain. I bet she sat around in whatever dank apartment she could afford on this end of town and daydreamed about song arrangements with her sticky little keyboard. I bet she was a starving artist type-- living off her dreams and passions while eating ramen noodles every night.

I could treat her to the most decadent foods this city had to offer, if only she’d let me.

I stood and clapped as her performance came to an end, and I swelled with pride when I saw her scanning the crowd. She tried to make it look as if she were just taking it all in, but her eyes were searching.

Looking.

Hunting.

And I knew exactly who she was looking for.

I knew exactly what I would do to her. I’d shove my cock between those pretty lips just to see what her throat felt like before I’d spear her down onto my lap. I’d mark her tits and her stomach just so she’d need extra makeup for the rest of her performances this week. I’d bury my face into that sweet pussy and ruin it for any man that came after me. I’d pull orgasm after orgasm from her body until she was begging me to stop.

Then, I’d give her one last bout of pleasure before I finally let her rest on the silk sheets her juices were sure to drench.

She walked off stage and I headed towards the bar. I knew that’s where she would be heading. She’d order herself another martini and act as if she was simply taking a break, but the relief would waft over her face when she’d see me sit right down next to her.

And the pride that flooded my chest when her eyes lit up at my presence made me smirk.

Deep down, every single one of them was the same.

“Sir? Put her drink on my tab and close me out,” I said.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she said.

“Consider it a ‘congratulations’. You were phenomenal up there. I expected you to change your costume, but it worked for a second time. It’s hard for a performer to pull that off.”

“Ah well, I try my best,” she said playfully.

“Is this what you’ve always wanted to do? Perform in a cabaret club and sway your hips to hungry men whose eyes are full of you?” I asked.

“I’ve always wanted to perform, period,” she said. “And now that I’ve officially been hired, this will provide for me the money I need to live the life I want.”

“Well, then actual ‘congratulations’ are in order,” I said as we clinked glasses. “To the future.”

“To the future,” she said.

“So, what is this glamorous life a beautiful woman like yourself seeks?”

“An apartment I can afford on my own so I don’t have to have roommates and a little labradoodle that curls up with me at night,” she said.

“I didn’t realize men were being called by dog’s names nowadays. I mean, I know some of us have high sex drives, but that’s a bit much,” I said.

She giggled and the sound flowed over my body like hot caramel. It was deep and chested. Like the low notes that flowed like melted butter from between her lips.

Holy hell, I was never going to want her sounds to go away.

“Clever. I meant an actual labradoodle. They aren’t the cheapest dogs to own, but they’re beautiful and incredibly loyal.”

“So is the right man, if you play the game correctly,” I said.

“Are you putting your bid in the hat?” she asked.

“I could be convinced, for the right price,” I said.

I watched her cheeks flush red, and for the first time her innocence pulled to the front. I caught of glimpse of just how round her cheeks were and just how doe-eyed her blue eyes were. She obviously contoured her makeup to make her features seem slimmer on stage, but the way her petite little nose crinkled when she laughed flooded my system with a sense of relief.

And I honestly wasn’t sure why.

“And what price would that be?” she asked.

“Why don’t you join me on the third floor and we can talk about it without all the hustle and smoke around us?” I asked.

I watched her smile, and the sultry maiden from the stage was gone. In her place was a flourishing young woman who had just been handed her dreams. She’d been handed a way to fend for herself in the way she wanted, and the unadulterated happiness in her eyes that sparkled only added to the innocence I was slowly pulling to the surface.

“I think I can do that,” she said.

4

Ella

I didn’t understand there was another floor to this place, and as we walked up the back staircase I could feel my hands shaking in anticipation. I knew there was a main floor and a VIP balcony, but that was it. Where was he taking me? The bouncers in this club had a stark reputation for protecting their performers, so if someone thought I was in trouble they would’ve come to get me.

Right?

We stopped at the third floor and he pushed the door open, revealing a decadent room with incredibly low lighting. There was a separate bar with a bartender in a suit as well as leather furniture peppering the main room. There were people on the couches writhing all over one another. One woman was taking off her own shirt while a man sank to his knees in front of her, and I saw another man pull out his dick right there on a leather chair before someone started sucking it!

“What the hell is this place?” I asked.

“This is Expose. The Rose Club is where you perform, but this is a secret hideaway that was built above the club and bar itself about ten years ago,” he said.

I listened and moans and groans filled the room, and I couldn’t help but look away. I caught the bartender’s stare and I could tell his eyes were sizing me up. I felt uncomfortable in the atmosphere with everyone taking off their clothes. I felt Mr. Dobson’s hand lightly descend onto my waist however, and he led me over into a dark corner.

A corner that was concealed from everyone else.

“Mr. Dobson, I don’t think-”

“I’m just going to educate you a bit. I’m not going to touch you if you don’t want me to,” he said.

“Good, because I’m getting out of here,” I said. “What the hell is this place? Where did you take me?” I asked.

“It’s Expose, Miss Ella. It’s a secret hideaway that the billionaires of the city donate to in order to keep it open. It runs solely off our donations, which means that bartender back there makes a serious amount of money to keep this secret. It’s where men like myself bring our little playthings for the evening.”

“Excuse me?” I asked. “Did you just call me a ‘plaything’?”

Did he really just call me a ‘plaything’? Did he actually think that I was going to get down on my knees and willingly suck his dick in front of other people? There was a man currently cumming down a woman’s throat in the corner while another woman panted and moaned while she chased her own orgasm on another man’s face! I wasn’t staying here a second longer, much less taking my clothes off in it.

“Mr. Dobson, I don’t know what kind of woman you take me to be-”

“You’re the kind of woman who knows what she wants,” he said as he ran his hand up and down my arm. “The kind of woman who can toggle between classic, sultry, and innocent depending on the needs of the situation. You’re a talented, vibrant, independent soul who probably secretly enjoys giving over her control to a man who knows what he’s doing. And Miss Ella, I most certainly know what I’m doing,” he said.

“You’re disgusting.” I shoved him away and headed for the door. My heels hit the floor desperately as I tried to get away, but just as I swung the door open I felt his fingers curl around my hand. His long, thick fingers and hands that boasted of hard work. I could feel the softened callouses of a man who had a history-- a legacy-- and for a split second I wondered what they would feel like traveling up the inside of my thigh.

“Is that all you wanted me to be?” I asked.

“It’s all most women want when it comes to me, Miss Ella. You’re lucky, you know. I pick and choose my women with prudish standards. Women experience nights of wining and dining. Women have been known to receive presents from me they can pawn for cash that’ll help them thrive for years after the fact. I change lives, Miss Ella. And I’ve chosen to change yours.”

I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for the act. What the hell was I thinking? Decent men didn’t come to The Rose Club. Men who were looking for decent women didn’t come anywhere near this place. I couldn’t believe I’d allowed him to convince me that I was somehow special. That I was somehow going to wake up next to this beautiful man and swim in his dark, brooding eyes while we ate pancakes in the morning ass naked in his home.

Change my life? No man changed my life. I changed my own life the moment I walked off that stage with everyone chanting my name. I didn’t need some man giving me some diamond necklace I could pawn for money. I’d changed my own circumstances with the hard work, dedication, and long hours I’d put in waitressing and living in a one-bedroom apartment with three other people.

What the fuck was wrong with me? What the hell had I expected?

I turned my gaze back to him and he dropped my hand. If he thought he’d seen the innocent and the sultry and the whatever else he called me out for, then he was really going to enjoy this side.

The stone-cold side that could close someone off and never look back.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the performance tonight, Mr. Dobson,” I said lightly. “I hope you do come back and enjoy the next show.”

I saw the hesitancy flash behind his eyes just for a second. In that very moment, he recognized the grave mistake he just made and I watched him lean back onto his heels. My eyes stayed hooked onto his while my mysterious stare turned to one of ice. My body went rigid and I held my breath, not wanting the trembling of my limbs to give away how absolutely petrified I was of this entire situation.

I was never coming back up here so long as I lived.

Then, when I was sure he was good and turned off, I turned my back and started down the steps.

 

5

Foster

Even as I was sitting in this meeting, I still couldn’t get my mind off Ella. I should’ve fucking slowed it down with her. I should’ve known from the moment I laid eyes on her that she wasn’t the type of woman that would simply fall into bed with me whenever I crooked my finger. She had style, she had class, she had confidence. She was not the type of woman to simply drop to her knees because I offered her a night of fun and good wine.

And I couldn’t get her voice out of my head.

Those sultry notes and the way they fell from her lips. The way her toned legs commanded that stage in those thin little stockings. The way those heels flexed her legs lusciously, beckoning for my fingertips was enough to drive me wild. She was a woman who wasn’t worried about covering up her imperfections, either. I saw the glimmer of a few stretch marks on the outside of her bosom while she was on stage. I saw the little dimples of cellulite on the backs of her thighs.

I loved those types of imperfections on a woman. They boasted of a life I wanted to get to know. I wanted my body to be another decadent platter to add weight to those breasts and thighs. I wanted to sink my fingertips into the meat of her while those low notes rumbled deep in my ear.

I fell asleep with her last night on my mind and woke up with a raging erection I couldn’t get to go away. Though this board meeting sure was helping with that issue. I crossed my leg and tried to focus on what my project manager was saying. He’d called yet another board meeting to run down some dumbass piece of property he’d found we could acquire. Yes, the business had the money to take on these projects. Yes, we would make shit-tons of money for everyone sitting around this table.

But everything was so boring. You could only make condominiums look so different so many ways before they all looked the same. All the facades of the buildings were the same and all the levels were carved out in the same manner. They all had the same number of floors with the same number of condos on each floor. It was like I was stuck in a desperate rerun of a movie I couldn’t get out of.

“Mr. Dobson, do you have any input?”

All the board members turned towards me and I cleared my throat. I took a quick look at the chart in front of me before I peeked at the file in my lap, but the only thing I had going for me was my honesty.

So, I ran with it.

“Dan-”

“Dave,” he said.

“Dave. Project manager. You. Why do you keep bringing me these types of projects?” I asked.

“Because that’s what the company does,” he said.

“We do all sorts of things. We sell homes, we build rental properties, we own a couple of luxury hotel bungalow things overseas. We have our hands in many different areas. Why do you keep bringing me the same rundown buildings that we outfit and sell? Why can’t you bring me something interesting?”

“Because we’re all here to make money, Foster,” someone said.

“We’ve invested our money into these things, too,” another said.

“Well, you don’t have to. No one’s chaining you to this table,” I said.

“You have a responsibility to use as your board members to recoup the money we put into your projects,” yet another said.

“And when have I ever not delivered?”

They all fell silent and I sat back into my chair. These greedy assholes cared about nothing else but the money that fell into their laps. Money they didn’t have to work for because I returned their investment two-- somethings three-fold. I closed my eyes and saw those ruby red lips pop up into my vision again. It was either deal with this meeting and get her off my mind or keep her there and walk out with a raging dick tenting my pants after this hellacious meeting.

Holy hell, I should’ve taken it slower with her.

“The apartment building can be remodeled into midlevel condos. We can sell them for mid-level pricing and the building will be easy for people to maintain. We’ll mitigate costs by selling the condos instead of renting them because you won’t have to hire someone to oversee the building for you, and when someone wants to sell they’ll have to come back to us. We’ll just keep reselling these places over and over and over again,” Dave said.

“Daniel-”

“Dave.”

“Whatever. Isn’t there a-- I don’t know-- rundown theater or opera house somewhere. Maybe a shoddy nightclub that could use a new owner or a cabaret venue we could take on? God, I’d love to do one of those,” I said.

“You want to branch out into the nightlife business?” someone asked.

“It’s still retail. We’d own the property, we’d revamp it. We’d bring in people to work and cut them a decent salary then make bank off everything else. Music, girl, booze, live entertainment on the weekends. Sounds like a fun plan to me,” I said.

“Well, let’s get back to the issue at hand-”

“There’s no issue at hand, Darwin.”

“Really? It’s Dave.”

“Yeah, that. We do these all the time. It’s like playing the same old sappy story all over again. It’s getting old. Come on, this entire table knows about getting old. It’s no fun, right?”

I could feel their glares on me, but at least I was getting a laugh out of this meeting.

“Okay, okay, okay. Hypothetically speaking-”

“There is no hypothetical,” Dave said. “We’re due to put in a bid this afternoon.”

“Well, when were you going to tell me that, Dirks?”

“For fuck-... it’s Dave!”

“The price has to be right. I mean, really right. And by ‘really right’, I mean below the floor. Offer them no more than five-hundred thousand less than what they’re selling it for.”

“Are you serious? We’ll never acquire the property that way. We’ll lose out on all that money.”

“Right now, no money’s on the line. The investors haven’t invested, and I still don’t know if I’m on board. If I’m gonna be forced to do something like this because I’m surrounded by money hungry lazy ass men, then I’m gonna do it at a bargain-hunting price. We’ll redo the condos and sell them off as property, just like you said. If they accept the offer, the agents can begin their negotiating process.”

“It’s got a few guaranteed sales, too. Some of the tenants living there are already interested in purchasing their place once it’s newly renovated.”

“That’s good news, Drake!”

“Oh, sweet fuck,” he said.

“Put in the bid and let me know how it goes. If it goes well, set up the first tenant meeting.”

“That’s also this afternoon,” Dave said.

“Well, then you better put that bid in quicker than that,” I said, grinning. “And don’t worry about sending anyone out there to meet with the residents. I’ll go shake their hands. Get a feel for the layout and see what we can do to better their lives with this renovation. I need the distraction anyway.”

“Rough night?” someone asked.

“Nah, just itching for something to do. Is that it, Diego?”

“I hate you.”

“I pay you, so you love me. Now, get on with your job.”

I stood up and buttoned my coat before I went to grab the paperwork from Dave. He was fuming, and it was hilarious, but it only stopped my mind whirling about Ella for a few minutes. I was hoping I could use this pathetic project as a way to really distract myself, so I took the paperwork and headed on towards the piece of property we were about to acquire.

Doing anything at this point was better than sitting in my office and thinking about how wonderful my fingers would’ve filled those divots on the backs of her thighs.

6

Ella

I was glad I’d snagged the job at the club because that meant I could kick my roommates out. Now that I no longer needed their help paying rent, I could dream about the new venture that was about to happen for the complex. Apparently, someone was buying out the entire building and renovating them into luxury apartments. They would repaint and knock out some walls. They’d install a jet bath tub and add terraces to all the bigger suites. My one-bedroom studio would be fused with the room next door to make a massive two-bedroom two-bathroom home with a marvelous view, and the best part was I would be able to afford to buy it.

I would have my perfect home, and I wouldn’t even have to move to purchase it.

Yeah, it would require me to find a temporary living space for a few months, but I could figure that out later. Right then, all I wanted to focus on was the fact that my last roommate left for good at four this morning. Right then, all I wanted to focus on was the fact that I could sing in my shower without bothering someone.

Right then, all I wanted to focus on were all the beautiful things I’d fill my new home with.

I would have to get new furniture, that much was for certain. The ratty furniture we were using was stuff I found on the street and cleaned. My roommates had been slobs, and I was definitely not spending money for furniture they’d smoke and spill their shit on. I was excited to go walk around and price furniture today. I’d get lots of color palettes going until I knew exactly how this new owner was going to remodel, then I’d start saving up my paychecks to replace everything at once.

With the remodel taking a few months, I’d be able to save up enough money to completely furnish my home while still staying in a cheap extended stay hotel. I could walk to the club and save on cab fare, eat at the diner across the road to save money on food. I could implement lots of tactics I’d learned over the years to save money just so I could have what I wanted.

And I would have it all within the year.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. I quickly pulled some clothes on while I continued to towel-dry my hair. Whoever it was would simply have to suffer seeing me without makeup or a bra. I wasn’t expecting company, so they would have to take me as-is.

But, the moment I opened the door, all I wanted to do was slam it back shut.

The man from the club-- Mr. Dobson-- was standing at my door. He looked just as shocked as I was as his eyes roamed my body, and I couldn’t help but notice the fact that they stopped briefly at my chest. I took my towel and put it up in front of my body, suddenly embarrassed at how I looked. What the hell was he doing here? How the fuck did he know where I lived?

Did he follow me from the club that night?

“Miss Ella,” he said. “I didn’t realize you lived in this complex.”

“You didn’t?” I asked.

“I’m uh… I’m coming around to all the tenants that have expressed interest in purchasing their condos after they’ve been renovated,” he said.

Wait, he was the one buying out the building?

“You’re the one renovating the building?” I asked.

“Would it be alright if I came in? I’ve got some paperwork I’ll need you to sign in order for your intent to be documented. I’ve also got prices and possible layouts and color schemes, if you’re interested.”

He held all the information I needed in order to make this transition smooth, but I didn’t want to let him into my apartment. The man tried to get me to fuck him in some secret room above my club, and now he was trying to get into my apartment with some information I wasn’t even sure was true.

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?” I asked.

“I’m Foster Dobson,” he said. “I’m the owner of-”

“Dobson R.E.D.,” I said.

“I would really enjoy coming in and talking you through all the updates we’re going to be doing in the coming months,” he said.

“I’m sure you would enjoy stepping through this door,” I said.

He pulled out a folder and handed it to me. I looked through the papers in it and it held exactly what he said it would: pricing, schematics, possible layouts of bedrooms and bathrooms. There were color tags and places for me to fill in things, then at the very end there was a place to sign.

“One of the things we’re trying to execute for tenants that want to purchase their condo once we’re finished is giving them some input into how their new place will look,” he said.

“Seems fair enough.”

“You’ll get to pick out a few things, like basic layouts and the colors of your walls. That’s what we’ll be discussing today, if you still have an intent to purchase. Nothing will be executed until you give a down payment of some sort, but this is just to solidify everything, so I can get it ordered.”

Everything checked out, but I was still hesitant to let him in. I didn’t trust him, but I was getting a closer look at him in the light. He was much taller than I remembered him being and his eyes sparkled with hints of yellow in the lighting of the hallway. His jawline was sharp-- prominent. I could sharpen a knife on that thing if he continued to flap his jowls the way he was.

And his arms. They were thick with muscles. He had on no suit coat and his shirt was rolled up, exposing the veins protruding from his skin. I wanted to dip my tongue down onto them and run it all the way up his arm. But, I knew I’d been staring too long because when I drug my gaze back up to his eyes, I no longer saw the stoic professional standing at my door.

He had that cocky ass smirk on his face.

“If you let me in, I promise you won’t regret it.”

I groaned, but stepped aside so he could come in. I could see his eyes clocking everything in the apartment before he looked at the couch, and he stopped in his tracks. It was a disgusting couch, I had to admit, but it was all I was willing to invest in with my disgusting roommates.

“I plan on getting all new furniture,” I said. “You know, fresh start and all.”

“Maybe I could help you break it in sometime,” he said, winking.

“No, Mr. Dobson. I think not.” Even as I said it, my skin crawled with his voice. It had low tones that reverberated across the entire room, but as it hit my ears it melted over my skin like heated caramel. His sun-kissed skin sparkled in the light streaming through the grimy window I had in the corner. Even in the dank darkness of my apartment, he was stunning.

And I felt my breasts harden again as I threw my towel over my shoulders to cover myself.

“Depending on the layout and everything you choose, that will designate the price. If you want to take a look through everything in that folder and start filling it out, I’m just going to walk around a bit.”

“And why would you need to walk around?” I asked.

“I haven’t seen any of the rooms in this place yet. It’ll give me a blueprint of what they all look like now,” he said.

Sounded fair enough. He began slowly walking around, taking in my home while I filled everything out. I picked out the wall colors I enjoyed and the crown molding I thought was the prettiest. I chose the biggest blueprint for the new condo and definitely wrapped a big ass circle around the jet tub I wanted. I jotted down a few notes-- ideas he could maybe take into consideration for the rest of the apartments.

“Those are good ideas,” he said into my ear.

I jumped and looked over at him. He was hovering above me and I wanted to shove him away. What the hell was he doing? I thought he was supposed to be walking around! But his cologne smelled of citrus and musk and his body was hot against mine. I could feel his hand settling down onto the back of the chair while his eyes darted over what I wrote, and I couldn’t help but breathe heavily onto his cheek as I studied the profile of his face.

I bet the scruff he was already growing back would feel wonderful between my legs.

“Enjoying the view, Miss Ella?” he asked.

He turned his face slowly towards me and I could feel his breath pulsing on my lips. In the dark that night at the club, he was nothing but a sleazy man trying to get in my pants. He moved too quickly, spoke with way too much cocky confidence, and simply expected me to fall to my knees because he had money.

But now, as my eyes studied his face, I saw him in a different light. His cockiness enraged me, but he was no longer assuming anything. Flirting, yes. Getting close? Definitely. But, he wasn’t assuming.

And that was refreshing.

“I think I’m done.” I picked up the papers in my hand as I tried to keep my trembling body at bay. I cleared my throat and turned my gaze back down to the table just as his hand brushed against mine. I felt a surge of electricity rush up my arm while he gathered the papers from between my fingers, and in that moment, I had a thought of weakness.

I thought about turning my head and crashing my lips into his.

“Wonderful. I will take all of this into consideration,” he said. He reared up and headed for the door and I felt my stomach sink a bit. It was only a little while ago that I had wanted him to go away, and now I suddenly wanted him to stay.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“Miss Ella?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Dobson?”

“I was wondering if you’d allow me to take you to lunch. You know, to make up for last night.”

“You want to take me to lunch?” I asked.

“I was rude to you. I didn’t treat you with the respect you deserved, and I assumed things of you I shouldn’t have. I was hoping you’d allow me to make it up to you.”

Gone was the cocky attitude, and in its place was a respectable man whose eyes seemed to communicate a sort of sorrow. Even with him standing all the way at the front door, he still seemed to be looming. His stout shoulders pulled taut while he waited for my response, and his eyes raked over my body as I slowly stood to my feet.

My answer shocked even myself as it poured from my lips.

“Lunch sounds wonderful. I’m looking forward to it.”

7

Foster

I grabbed Ella’s number before I left her apartment three days ago and finally got a chance to call her. The last thing I needed to do was leave her thinking as to whether I’d forgotten about her or not. I didn’t want to piss her off any more than I already had because I knew that would completely ruin my chances of feeling those long legs of hers wrapped around my waist.

And I wasn’t about to compromise any of that.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Hello, Ella. It’s Foster.”

“Well, I was beginning to wonder if you would ever call,” she said.

“I’m sorry. Work has been a bit hectic with the acquiring of your building. However, I am taking a long lunch break today. Would you care to join me?”

“That sounds wonderful, where you were thinking?” she asked.

“You leave that to me. I’ll send a car for you. Be downstairs in fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, it’ll take me a little longer than that to get ready. Could you do thirty?” she asked.

“Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets,” I said. “Thirty minutes it is. I’ll see you soon.”

My mind began to race with thoughts about her as my driver took me to the restaurant. I decided on a little French place downtown, and I had my driver drop me off before he went to pick up Ella. I got us a table in a private area back behind the restaurant that boasted of a cozy fireplace and a table set for two, and then I simply waited.

I thought about what she might be wearing while I sat there with my thoughts. I wondered if she would paint that ruby red on her lips again just for me. I wondered if she would wear something that accentuated the length of those legs I just had to have. My cock began to tremble at how her skin would taste underneath my tongue, and sinful thoughts of making her strip down so I could eat my lunch off her tits made my entire body shiver.

I was going to have her today. I needed her more than I could stand.

I heard a door slowly open and I stood to usher her in. Ella came around the door with her dark brown hair fluttering around her shoulders, but all I could do was stare at her lips. That beautiful red lipstick brought out the icy warmth of her blue eyes, and as my eyes graced down her body I clocked how short her dress was.

Oh, holy fuck. We weren’t going to make it out of this restaurant.

“You look incredible,” I said.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she said, smiling.

“Would you care to sit?” I went over and pulled out her chair for her so she could sit down. The way her body sashayed towards mine held my stare, and I couldn’t help but scoot my chair around so I could sit beside her. I wanted to feel her body warmth while we ate, and if I was lucky she would let me dance my fingers along the smooth warmth of her milky skin.

“Again, I had no idea this was back here. Are people going to start having sex soon?” she asked, smirking.

“No. I learned my lesson the first time,” I said.

“Would the couple like anything to drink?” the waiter asked.

“A bottle of your finest red wine, please,” I said.

“That actually sounds wonderful, thank you.”

“My pleasure. So, Miss Ella, how have you been since we last talked?”

“Honestly? Dreaming about this new apartment. I’m starting a new phase in my life and it feels wonderful. How have you been?” she asked.

“Thinking about you,” I said.

“Well, I bet they’ve been nothing but salacious thoughts,” she said, grinning.

“They’re the only ones worth having.”

The waiter brought a bottle of wine to the table and poured us each a glass before he whipped out his pen and pad to take our orders. I decided on the lunch portion of the duck confit and Ella settled with a simple salad. I figured she was probably watching her figure with this new performance gig she had landed at The Rose Club, but part of me did want to encourage her to get something else. This was the most decadent French restaurant in town, and I was more than willing to pay whatever price was necessary for her to enjoy herself.

If anything, so I could enjoy myself between her legs.

The waiter left and I turned my attention back to her. The way her pouty lips upturned into a mysterious grin while she spoke was mesmerizing, and I found myself wanting to lean forward and capture them. I wanted to make the whole of her body mine, and the way she slowly began leaning towards me while I talked told me she wanted the same things.

It was only a matter of getting her to indulge in those feelings.

“Do you always wear that striking red lipstick?” I asked.

“It’s the only color I’ve found that goes with how pale my skin and my eyes are,” she said.

“It really is a wonderful color on you. I bet it really leaves a mark behind, too.”

“That’s why I keep a bit of it in my purses at all times, so I can keep reapplying it,” she said.

The waiter placed our food in front of us and I could see her eyeing me while I ate. I watched her eyes dart to my lips while I chewed my food, and I wondered if she knew how wanton she looked. I wondered if she was aware of how her nipples could be seen through her dress, puckered and ready for my lips to wrap around them. I wondered if she knew her neck was flushing red with lust. It screamed for my lips to kiss it away. To fulfill the want her body was so desperately reaching for.

I took another bite of my food before my hand slowly settled onto her bare thigh, and I was surprised when she didn’t brush off my hand.

“How’s the food?” I asked her.

“It’s, uh… it’s very good. Thank you for-... bringing me here.”

I swirled my fingertips slowly up her thigh and paused when the waiter came back. She cleared her throat and thrust her hand underneath the table, gripping my fingers with hers tightly in an effort to get me to stop. I graced my thumb against her skin while I ordered some dessert for us to share, and as soon as the waiter left I slowly slipped my hand down between her legs.

“Are you a little cold, Miss Ella? You’re shivering. I could give you my coat if you’d like.”

“I-I-I… uh… no, I’m not cold, I don’t think,” she said breathlessly.

I continued my journey as I watched her slowly settle into her chair. I felt her muscles slowly relax, her legs falling open while the heat of her pussy beckoned to me. I danced all the way up her naked thigh before the waiter busted through the door, and she audibly groaned when I ripped my hand away to pluck the dessert from the man’s hands.

“Is there anything else I can get the two of you?” he asked.

“A bit of privacy, if you don’t mind. We’re having a very stimulating conversation, and I would like it to not be interrupted.”

I could feel her eyes heavy on me as the waiter nodded his head. I watched him as he left the room, and the moment the door closed I slowly panned my gaze over to Ella.

The woman with the ruby red lips and long ass legs who was panting ever-so-lightly for air.

“Care for dessert?” I asked.

“I would love some,” she said lowly.

 

8

Ella

I watched him take a small spoonful of whipped cream before he scooped some of the decadent cherry pie onto the top of it. He slowly approached my lips and intentionally missed, smearing a bit of it at the corner of my mouth before the spoon slipped into my mouth. I hummed at how sweet it tasted, how luscious the cherries melted and how the whipped cream coated the insides of my cheeks. For a split second, I had forgotten where I was until I felt a slight warmth at the corner of my mouth.

I raised my hand to cup Foster’s cheek as his mouth cleaned up the mess he’d made. I turned my head, capturing his lips in a kiss before he pulled me into his lap. He was cocky, arrogant, and knew what he was doing to me. He was confident in a way that should make me crazy, but the moment his eyes opened, and his dark stare met mine I felt my insides give way. I straddled his lap before I went back in for another kiss, but he pressed his finger to my lips and stopped my assault.

“Get on the table,” he said.

I furrowed my brow in confusion but was too entranced with curiosity to disobey. I slowly got up from his lap and cleared myself a place to lay on the table, then I patiently waited for what he was going to do. I could hear him moving the chairs around before I felt his hands on my ankles, and one by one he placed my feet on the chairs so my legs would be more comfortable.

“Is that better?” he asked.

“Much,” I whispered.

“Good. I want you to be comfortable.”

My body trembled in anticipation. I could feel his hands slowly edge up my legs as the cool air of the room grazed against the wetness of my panties. I wondered if he was going to kneel in front of me and lick me clean. I wondered if he was going to pull his cock out and simply slide my panties aside. I wondered if he was going to trail his hands all the way under my dress and search for my painfully puckered nipples just so he could play with them with his fingertips.

But, he did absolutely nothing that I thought he was going to do. Instead, I saw him reach for the cherry dessert. He dipped his fingers into the sticky goodness before he started painting designs on the insides of my legs. I could feel the whipped cream tainting my skin while the syrupy sugars dripped from my thighs, and then he did something I never thought I would’ve experienced in a million years.

He pulled my panties to the side and pressed the rest of the pie into my pussy.

I heard him drop to the ground and fiddle with his belt buckle while his tongue started dancing along my skin. He lapped up the goodness of the pie he’d just painted my skin with while my entire body arched into him. He cleaned my skin, licking and sucking marking onto me things I’d surely have to cover up for my next performance. He bit and licked, kissing areas that made me jump before he slowly traveled up both my legs.

I couldn’t stop twitching and shaking. My body was on fire as his scruff expertly danced along my skin. He coated my legs in his spit as he ate the dessert he ordered off my body, and the moment he finally got to my pussy I could feel the sugary mixture of my juices dripping down my ass crack. He slowly slid my panties off me, working them off my legs before he toed out of his pants, then he hit his knees again and plunged into my pussy.

His tongue dipped in between my folds, licking up the crusted goodness that had been shoved inside my body. I felt his lips trail down the rounded cheeks of my ass before his tongue found its way to my asshole, and he licked a long stripe all the way up to my clit. I could hear him swallowing everything down-- the pie, my juices-- all of it intermingling and mixing in a taste that made him hungry for more.

I jumped and shook with every flick of his tongue against my swollen clit. Electricity coursed through my veins as my body shook for him, and my heels pressed into the chair while my hips began to roll into his face. I covered him in my juices while his scruff tickled my pussy folds. My hand molded around the edge of the table as I looked for leverage, and by the time I was approaching my end my back was arching off the table and my hips were barreling into his face.

“Yes. Foster. Holy fuck, please don’t stop. Please, please let me cum. I’m so close, I can-... I can-... oh, yes!”

I flew over the edge just as he shoved his tongue back into my pussy and he moaned as my walls fluttered around him. He pulled my hips closer to his face, gobbling down all the juices I sprayed onto him as my body quaked at his mercy. I panted for air, catching all I could get in my lungs before he finally stood up, and I could see the massive cock he had standing at attention.

His precum glistened for me, taunting me with its goodness, and I knew exactly where I wanted it. I held out my hand and he grasped it, helping me up off the table as my world began to tilt. My head hurt with the force of my orgasm and I groaned, and I felt my forehead collide with his chest while he ran his hands through my hair.

“Deep breaths,” he said. “Just take deep breaths.”

When I finally collected myself, I jumped off the table and hit my knees. I took his throbbing cock between my lips just as he settled back down into a chair, and my hands wrapped around his thick, chiseled thighs while his cock throbbed against my teeth. Never in my life had I ever sucked off a cock this big, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take all of him at once.

I wrapped my hand around his base, no longer able to unhinge my jaw any further, and I began to hollow out my cheeks with suction while he ran his hand through my hair. I could feel his balls slowly hanging lower, filling themselves with his inevitable release. I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling his legs jump with every swipe of precum I swallowed.

I raised my eyes to look at him and found him staring down at me, and the look in his eye made my body tremble. He seemed primal. Strong. Determined with just a hint of vulnerability.

I wanted to make him come undone at the warmth of my mouth, so I slid him all the way to the back of my throat and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Soon, he began to thrust. His hands stopped their ministrations and curled into my hair, and soon my face was nothing but a warm place being used for his pleasure. I dug my fingernails into his thighs while he fucked my face, and I moaned in ecstasy as he commanded my entire body. His grunts and groans fell from his lips, covering my body in their salacious sounds while my throat began to close around him.

And that’s when I felt his legs begin to shake.

“Ella. Holy shit, you feel so good. Just like I thought you would.”

He gave my throat one last thrust before his balls pulled into his body. I took him down the back of my throat as my lips touched his pelvis, and I pressed a kiss to his skin and stained him with my red lipstick. I felt his hot streams of cum pump down my throat while his body unraveled in the chair. I gulped him down, reveling in his taste before I slowly removed him from my mouth, and as his head lobbed back in the aftershocks of his orgasm, all I could do was stifle a giggle.

My lipstick really did leave a hell of a stain behind.

9

Foster

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I stretched my arms and welcomed the morning sun upon my face just as the soreness began to trickle down to my toes. I could feel the bruises on the backs of my thighs from where Ella’s fingernails had dug into my skin, but I could also smell her beautiful pussy still on my lips. She had tasted just like I thought she would, but I still didn’t get to feel those long legs wrapped around my waist. But, the moment she hit her knees and wrapped her lips around my cock, I knew I couldn’t resist her.

The contrast of her crimson red lipstick against my tanned skin drove me wild. Her lipstick left streaks on the veins of my cock that were throbbing against her teeth, and the moment her eyes raised to connect with mine I knew I had her. She wanted to service me, wanting to gobble me down and never let me go.

I reminisced in how her tongue wrapped around the tip of my cock while my naked body laid there in the sunlight. It twitched at the mere thought of her lips being wrapped around it, but the part that got me was how she took me all the way back. She felt my body giving way-- like she’d been with me for years-- and she sucked me back and let me pump myself down her throat. I got to watch her crimson red lips touch my pelvis. I got to see her lips stain my skin with the red from the pair of lips that were swollen from sucking my massive dick.

I raised up and looked down at my skin and smiled when I saw the red hadn’t faded from my skin just yet. It was a reminder of what had transpired. A reminder that it had actually happened. That I’d brought the mesmerizing stage performer to her knees while she sang around my cock.

But I still wanted to feel her legs around me. I wasn’t ready to let her go, not just yet.

I got up and threw on some jogging clothes before I headed down to the gym. The state of the art gym in my building housed every single piece of equipment you could imagine. It took up an entire floor of the building, and every single time I walked in there was something new to be seen. Last week they had upgraded all the treadmills, and this week it looked like they had replaced all the weights for the weight lifters. I interchanged weight lifting to keep my muscles lean and strong with cardio to keep my core as ripped as I could. Today was a cardio day, but there was a part of me that simply wanted to crawl back into bed and keep daydreaming of Ella.

Ella and her lips and her long, long legs.

“Were you at that party last night?”

“I wasn’t, but the guy above me was. Apparently, the man wasn’t even there.”

“Wait, the host of the party wasn’t at his own party? The fuck’s that about?”

I listened to the conversation going on in front of me. I had my earbuds in, providing the illusion I wasn’t listening, but my music was paused so I could hear them better. There were rumors that circulated about the billionaire that lived in the penthouse suite of our building. Rumors of sex parties and endless libations that flowed until people either got sick or passed out. Some of the people in the building had personal stories of sleeping on the man’s cloud-like carpet while others had stories of the crazy things they would encounter while they were there.

One time, there were rumors that the billionaire up top had a horse flown in specifically to take pictures with. Just had it fucking airlifted onto the top of the building. But, that was the thing about him: no one knew who the fuck he was. No one knew what he looked like, his name, or even if it was a man. No one knew who lived at the top of this fucking building, and I couldn’t wrap my head around why. Why all the secrecy? If you have money and want to flaunt it by airlifting a fucking horse onto the floor, why the hell would you want to keep that secret? The pussy that man could slay if women knew who he was would be astounding.

For someone who didn’t have issues spending money, he sure as hell had issues with people knowing who he was.

“Do you think the owner has ever been to one of his own parties?”

“I don’t even think someone lives there. It’s probably just an old room people rent out to throw parties. Remember that massive orgy last month? I bet it was someone’s idea but they didn’t wanna claim it, so they blamed it on some ‘mystery tenant’.”

“You think people are renting out the penthouse suite and throwing parties they’d be embarrassed of?”

It was honestly a decent opinion. It was a hell of a lot better than some of the other rumors that circulated sometimes. For awhile there, people thought an ugly-ass hunchback had secluded himself from society. When I first moved in, people were convinced that spies were outfitting the penthouse to spy on them and take their money.

At least this man’s nonsense made sense.

“Think about it. It’d be a good way to get your rocks off with other people however you’d like without owning up to it. It’s like their own little slice of secrecy.”

“By playing off of ‘someone else’s’ secrecy. Hmm. That’s actually not a bad idea. Maybe I’ll throw a masquerade party and give out dildos to use on each other while everyone’s there drinking.”

“Well, now you’ve ruined the surprise and I’ll know it’s you.”

I smirked before I turned on my music and continued running. Honestly? It was probably just an area of the building that was rented out for parties. I didn’t know about the whole secrecy thing--billionaires weren’t really afforded that type of lifestyle-- but it did make sense in a way. I couldn’t think too much on it, though, because I was about to be late for work.

I finished up my run before I showered and changed. I got to work just in time for another dumbass last-minute boardroom meeting, but this time they hit me with something I wanted direct input on.

“We either have to negotiate better with the tenants or kick them out.”

“Run that by me again, Dan,” I said.

“Would you just call the man by his name, Mr. Dobson?” someone asked.

“When he earns it, sure,” I said. “What’s going on with the tenants?”

“They’re wanting prices too low for what we can afford to renovate for. We either have to renegotiate with them or we have to kick them out and sell their property for what it’s worth.”

“Right now, it’s not worth shit. And the lower prices was my thing,” I said. “If they’re gonna purchase from us, it gives us advertising mouths to use. People who are already living there who can attest to enjoying it and the amenities we will be installing. Think of it as an investment in the overall financial future of the building.”

“It’s highway robbery and we won’t even break even on the renovations,” Dave said.

“That’s why it’s an investment in the advertisement. Pull the excess from the advertising budget to make it even, then go from there,” I said.

“I’ve already pulled the money from the budget to work on commercials as well as advertising fees for real estate agents. There won’t be enough,” Dave said.

“Well, Daniel, that’s not my problem. Again, one of those things you should’ve run by me before you executed anything.”

“You went and changed the rules without even consulting this board about them.”

“Because you didn’t say that was something I needed to consult about. You said any interior changes I wanted to make I had to bring to this board. You said nothing about price, Djembe.”

“Holy fuck, It’s ‘Dave’!”

“I made an executive decision and I’m sticking to it. If you end up overdrawing the budget, that looks bad on you, not me. I’ve already shaken these people’s hands and gotten their prices and wants together. I told them we might not be able to deliver on all of them, but that we would take what they wanted into consideration.”

“You should’ve come to this board, Foster. We know what you’re trying to do,” someone said.

“It’s ‘Mr. Dobson’ when we’re in this room, and since when did this board get to boss me around? Did any of you people pull this shit with my father?”

The room fell silent and that was all the answer I needed.

“We can’t afford to take that type of monetary hit,” Dave said. “Just take a quick look at the numbers. You’ll see what I’m talking about.”

He slid a piece of paper over to me and the first couple of lines told me everything I needed to know. Between all I wanted to upgrade, the amenities in the building I wanted to add, and the cost of the construction companies and interior design experts, we wouldn’t just be losing a couple thousand dollars on each room.

We’d be losing close to fifty thousand.

“Shit,” I groaned.

“We gotta renegotiate, drop down the materials we use in their condos, or find better tenants willing to pay the price.”

“What if we just rented those renovated condos out to them? By those numbers and a few quick calculations, it would only up their rent by two-- three hundred dollars at the most. It would provide us with a monthly revenue, though-”

“It would be negligible at that point. It’d take us years in order to recoup that money if we did it that way.”

“There’s gotta be some way-”

“Mr. Dobson, just go back and talk with the tenants. Take the numbers if you want to. Give them some options to decrease, like renovating what’s already there or downgrading the materials we use and see how they react. But, you’ve backed yourself in a corner and you have to own up to that.”

I raked my hand through my hair before I picked up the piece of paper. I walked out of the room without even dismissing the board, but I didn’t care what they did. I didn’t wanna take on this fucking project from the start, and now they were talking about how I was ruining it. Maybe they should bring me better projects! Maybe they shouldn’t make fucking decisions without me being there!

“Maybe I just need a new fucking project manager,” I murmured as I entered my office.

If I had to renegotiate, that meant going back to see Ella. I’d have to tell her what was happening and I’d have to watch the disappointed look on her face form. I didn’t want to compromise all that was happening between the two of us. I couldn’t fucking get her off my mind and I wanted to ask her out again. I wanted to take her out for dinner and play with that beautiful pussy underneath the tablecloth. I wanted to take her to the symphony and run my fingertips up her leg in the box seat. I wanted to sink my dick into her body and feel her legs draw me closer before she begged me to pound into her.

Fuck her stupid.

Ruin her body for any other man to come.

But, I knew if I doubled the price she wouldn’t have the money. Even with the better money she was making at The Rose Club, that place wouldn’t pay her near enough what she would need in order to buy her home back. She’d have to move and I’d get the brunt of her anger. She’d probably blame me and accuse me of wielding my prominence just to sleep with her.

And that wasn’t the case. Not by a long shot.

I didn’t know how I could make this work for her, but part of me didn’t understand why I wanted it to. The numbers simply didn’t allow me to do what I wanted to do. So what? It wasn’t personal. It wasn’t like I was fucking her in exchange for leaving her home or anything like that. I fucked her because I could. Because I wanted those lips and that pussy, and that body pressed against mine. With a little romance and a few easy compliments, she melded into me just like any other woman did.

But, before I could take a breath and settle down, an unsettling thought popped into my mind.

I guess I could buy her condo for her.

Hell, I could buy her whatever condo I wanted.

What the fuck was I thinking? I’d only taken her out to lunch. Her skin was soft, yes. Her lips were sweet, yes. Her juices were intoxicating, sure. And holy fuck, her sounds. But buying her a condo? What kind of voodoo-deep-end bullshit had this woman thrown me into? What spell had she cast over my mind?

And yet, I found myself turning over the idea before another realization hit me.

She wasn’t the only person I was going to have to inform of this change. I had the signatures and layout guidelines of fourteen other tenants that had declared intent to purchase their renovated condo back.

What was I going to do about them?

 

10

Ella

Since I’d decided to purchase my renovated condo back, I decided to keep my job waitressing for now. It would give me some extra money to put back towards furnishing it, and I knew there would probably be a couple of price jumps between now and the finished product. That’s just how things like this worked out, and I wanted to be ready for any and every monetary thing I would possibly encounter.

I was excited about the prospect of a shiny new condo. It’s a place I’d always wanted to live in. A two-bedroom, two-bathroom home with a beautiful view and a jet tub I could sink myself into after my long performances on stage. Sleeping in my beautiful king-sized bed with my labradoodle curled up next to me. Cooking breakfast in my shining new kitchen with all-new stainless-steel appliances. Air conditioning that fucking worked.

Oh, my gosh. It brought tears to my eyes just thinking about it.

“Miss, could I get some more coffee?”

“Miss, my pancakes are cold.”

“Ma’am, is there any way I could get more ketchup?”

I rushed around and serviced the people that kept getting sat in my area, and the more I stuffed tips into my apron the more excited I got. I knew I was going to burn the candle at both ends working here and singing weekly at the club, but it was going to be worth it in the end. I’d work hard, have the money to pay for the home I knew I deserved, then I’d put in my two-weeks’ notice here and do what I’d longed to do since the day I moved here.

I’d be a beloved performer.

I mindlessly took people’s orders as my thoughts drifted to Foster. I could still taste his cum on the tip of my tongue. I could still feel the meat of his thighs pulsing underneath my fingernails. I closed my eyes on my bathroom break and saw his strong shoulders propped underneath the crooks of my arms.

I almost orgasmed right there on the toilet thinking about all the salacious things that man’s tongue did to my body.

Never in my life had I ever cum that hard. Never in my life had I been so willing and eager to suck a man’s dick down my throat. His dark brown eyes set back into his tanned skin churned something in the pit of my pelvis that I didn’t understand. I went over to the sink and washed my hands before splashing some cool water in my face.

It wouldn’t be very professional if I walked back out into the restaurant with my tits hard as a rock.

All day, I rushed around and worked. I brought people their food and fixed what was wrong. I took the brunt of the anger for unsatisfied customers before bringing the issues to my manager, and all the while I saw him in everything I did. Every time I delivered someone a salad, I thought about the decadent flavors on top the one I’d ordered during my lunch with him. If someone sat down with dark brown eyes, I couldn’t help but think about his stare on my body. If someone raked their hands through a mat of light blonde hair, all I could think about was how my hands curled into his, so I could pull his face closer into my pussy.

“Ma’am? Ma’am, you there?”

“Oh, yes. I’m so sorry, it’s been a long day. What can I get for you this evening?” I asked.

“I asked for a diet coke. My waitress brought me a regular one. I was just wondering if you could change it out for me.”

“Not only that, I’ll remove the drink from your tab. It’s the least we can do for the mix up,” I said. “Be right back.”

I changed out the man’s drink before flagging his waitress down. She was a new girl who had just been thrown into the thick of it, and I told her to remove his drink before taking it over to him. She apologized profusely, and at any other point in time I would’ve reprimanded her for it. We might not be an upscale restaurant, but that didn’t mean we didn’t have standards.

But, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom.

“I’m so sorry, Ella. Really. I swear I thought he said ‘diet’,” she said.

“It’s alright. Take a deep breath, pay attention, and if you need some caffeine we always keep a pot of coffee going just for us in the back. Take it to him and apologize, then go get yourself some,” I said.

I watched her set off before I scurried into the bathroom. I splashed more water in my face and took a deep breath, and I slowly started to feel better. As my eyes panned back up to the mirror I caught a glimpse of my red lipstick.

And all I could think about was the imprint of my lips I left on his skin when I sucked his cock down my throat.

“Ella? You in there?”

A knock came at the door as my boss’s voice ripped me from my trance.

“What is it, Mike?”

“You’ve been here all damn day. Go home and get some rest. I’ll need you tomorrow morning,” he said.

“Thanks. Got it. I’ll cash out in a sec.” I knew I was going to be taking home bank today after the double shift I’d just worked. I dried off my face and cashed myself out before I shoved the wad of cash in my purse. On nights like this when I was heading home by myself, I always made sure I had my mace in my hand in case someone tried to rob me. Usually, I was fine. But, this had been a very lucrative day for me, and the cash alone I was carrying would furnish my new bedroom.

I wasn’t willing to give that up just because someone wanted to be greedy.

11

Ella

I’m sending a car to get you. I’ll be meeting you in my office. Should this be to your liking, simply get ready and go down to meet the car in 30 minutes. If not, let me know.

I had no idea how to respond to the text message. Did he know I was still at work? Did he know where I worked? How could he know any of this about me?

I’m at work, Foster. I don’t get off for another hour.

I sent him the message and felt a pang of disappointment. I couldn’t stop thinking about him since our last encounter, and had this been any other point during the week I would’ve been ecstatic.

But, I’d just pulled another double shift and I was gross. I was sweating, I smelled of stale burgers and I was exhausted.

Then the car will be sitting out there waiting for you. See you in an hour.

I watched the clock on the wall while the last minutes of my shift ticked down. I thought about sneaking to the bathroom and using the soap to wash down my body quickly. A bit underneath my armpits, some soap between my legs. Anything to make me feel better about going and seeing him.

I was excited to see him, but I wouldn’t be looking my best.

When I was finally let off my shift, there was a car sitting out front. The lights were on and flashed when I exited the restaurant. I climbed in back before a kind old man smiled in my direction, then he proceeded to back out of the parking space and head towards Foster’s office. I raked through my purse, spritzing on a bit of perfume before I touched up my red lipstick.

But honestly? That was all I could do, and it made me nervous.

The car stopped in front of a towering office and I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. If I went home now, he would never have to see me like this. I wouldn’t ruin the beautiful moment we shared at lunch with the sweaty mess that was my body in my current state. I felt my body beginning to shake with nervousness, and that’s when the old man spoke up from the front seat.

“He’s on the top floor. And don’t worry. You look beautiful.”

I took a deep breath before I opened the door, then I walked into the building. I took the elevator to the top floor where a kind secretary was there to greet me. She shook my hand without a word exchanged between the two of us, then she turned and began to talk. I followed her to an office in the middle of the floor, then she turned to me and held out her hand.

“Mr. Dobson’s expecting you,” she said.

Everyone had gone home for the day and the entire building was silent. I walked into the room before the secretary shut the door behind me, and a voice I recognized instantly piped up from the shadows of the office.

“You look incredible, Miss Ella.”

I felt my body shiver in anticipation, the reservations soon melting from my body. My hair was piled on my head and my waitressing uniform was stained with food, but somehow that seemed to only pull him closer to me. I felt him walking towards me as his towering body slowly peeled from the shadows, and the moment he got to me I felt his lips on the shell of my ear.

“And you smell divine.”

I felt a shiver ricochet up my spine as he slowly undid the straps of my apron. The fabric fell to the floor, my tip money spilling out of the front pockets. I wanted to pipe up and say something. I wanted to unstick my voice from my throat. But, the moment I felt his fingertips unzipping my uniform I could only stand there and try to keep my knees from buckling.

“You are a beautiful creature, Miss Ella,” he said as the zipper bottomed out. “The first time was simply an honor. But this time, it will be a pleasure.”

His hands slowly slipped my uniform from my shoulders before it piled at my feet on the floor. He wrapped his arm around my waist, picking me up as if I was nothing so I could kick it off my feet. I toed off my shoes while his nose ran along the expanse of my shoulders, then he set me back on my feet before slowly unhooking my bra.

“Foster,” I whispered.

His movements stopped, no doubt waiting to see if I would say anything. He was completely in tune with every single thing my body was communicating, so all I did was lean back into his hands. My bra fluttered to the ground, my breasts bouncing lightly against my body. His fingertips played with my nipples, ripping a moan from my throat before he robbed me of his touch.

I whimpered at the loss of him before I heard a shuffling sound.

Soon, a piece of cloth descended over my eyes. My hands flew to the material, dancing lightly along it while he tied a knot at the back of my head. He picked me up in his arms and carried me somewhere in his office, then he set me back down onto my feet and bent me over. My stomach pressed into the cool surface of his desk before he slid his fingers down my back, and I could feel myself growing wet for him.

Without another word uttered between the two of us, he pressed small kisses up my spine. His fingers parted my pussy folds, my juices spilling out onto his hand while his fingers worked lightly along my clit. My legs trembled and my clit began to swell underneath his ministrations and I could feel him smiling into my skin. My hips bucked back into him, chasing a high I wanted to experience with him again just before his lips found my ear again.

“Holy hell, you’re breath-taking.”

I moaned at his words while my pussy dripped onto his hand, and I heard his belt buckle coming undone before the fabric of his pants slid down his legs. I wanted to feel him inside of me, filling me with the massive cock I’d had between my lips the first time I’d been with him. My knees gave way while the burning fire raged behind my pelvis, but just as I approached my end he drew his fingers away from my skin.

“No. Please, Foster,” I breathed.

I felt his dick slip between my pussy folds, coating himself in my juices before he ran his dripping tip up my ass crack. He slowly slid two fingers in my pussy while his thumb graced my clit, but the moment I felt the tip of his cock at my asshole, I tensed.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I-”

I’d never done something like this before. I’d never experienced any sort of anal play, and I was frightened. His cock was massive and I knew it would hurt, but the moment his thumb circled my clit I felt myself relax.

“Is this alright?” he asked.

And all I could do was nod. Something inside me trusted him. Maybe I wanted him. Maybe it was nothing but lust. But, something inside me yielded to him. Wanted him inside me, no matter where he was.

He pressed the head of his cock into me and I groaned. The pain wafted up my back just before he circled my clit, and all of a sudden the pain turned to pleasure. He inched in again, repeating his salacious pattern until his cock was buried into my asshole. He groaned, biting down into my shoulder while my body adjusted to him, then I did the one thing I never thought I would be able to do with him.

I bucked back into his hips.

He slowly drew out before he slid back in, and my entire body quaked at his movements. His thumb worked my clit, causing my asshole to flutter around his raging dick while his tongue traced designs on my back. I reached back, capturing his soft hair between my fingertips while his thrusts slowly escalated, and by the time he was pounding into me I was crying out for more.

“Yes. Foster. Fill me up. Oh, oh shit. Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m so close. Please, let me cum.”

I’d lost all control of my body to him. His teeth marked my back and his fingers filled my pussy. His thumb hit every single spot of my clit at once while his dick pulsed against the walls of my ass. I laid my cheek into his desk, feeling my tits bounce against the cool wood, and the moment I started to feel that burn again in my hips I started bucking back into him.

My pussy juices were slathering his hand while his balls smacked my legs. My ass jiggled at his assault while his groans were captured by the skin of my back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as skin snapping against skin filled the room, and suddenly I was tossed off the edge of a cliff as I spread my arms out and gripped the edges of his desk.

“Holy shit, Foster. Yes. Holy fuck,” I breathed.

My asshole fluttered around him and I felt his hips stutter. He inched his fingers out from between my legs before he slid both his hands down my arms, our fingers interlocking as he sheathed himself in my ass one last time. All at once, he bit into my neck as his dick pumped me full, his hot cum spilling from my asshole and dripping down my leg while his body shook with the force of his orgasm.

The two of us laid there, bent over his desk while we heaved air into our lungs.

And then, I heard those incredible words tumble from his lips again that made the entire evening worth it.

“You’re beautiful, Miss Ella.”

The smile on my face could’ve lit up the entire city block.

 

12

Foster

I knew she thought I was done. While we laid there, connected by her ass against my desk, I could feel her body relax underneath mine. She thought that was it. That’d I’d simply blindfold her, take what was mine, and expect her to leave with my cum in her ass.

But, I was only just beginning.

I reached over her body and placed my fingertips in a glass of water I had on my desk. I plucked an ice cube from the bottom before I laid it between her shoulder blades. Her body clenched, her ass putting my cock in a vice grip, and I groaned before I clamped my teeth around the ice cube. Slowly-- torturously-- I slid it around her skin. I watched the dribbles of water fall off the sides of her luscious body as she began to tremble again.

She wanted me in ways she probably would never admit, and I wanted to pull one more orgasm from her before she came home with me.

I slid the ice cube down her back before I watched it pool in her natural arch. The small of her back curved deeply, as if it were simply waiting for my body to round it out from behind. I raised up, slowly pulling my cock from between her ass cheeks, and I began to take off the rest of my clothes while the ice cube melted upon her skin.

She shivered, her skin puckering at the cold sensations before I dipped my lips to her skin and sucked up the water her warmth had created. The way she breathed my name was worth it just to have her here, but the way she shook for me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Most women were over the top or too quiet-- either way, it wasn’t for me. Her sounds were simply hers. She wanted you to know she enjoyed everything, but she wasn’t going to give you anything you couldn’t pull from her.

And I was addicted to it.

I slowly helped her up off the desk before I turned her around. I wrapped my arms around her and helped her jump, sitting her on the edge of my desk while she remained blindfolded. I smoothed her long, dark hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear while her legs were spread wide for me. Her pussy glistened so well for me-- begging my tongue to be right there with it.

So, I decided to give her just that.

I planted small kisses in the crook of her neck while her hands raked through my hair. Her beautiful tits pressed against the swell of my strong chest as her fingertips traced the thick muscles of my back. I dragged my lips down her chest, taking each nipple between my teeth as her head dropped back in pleasure.

“Yes, Foster,” she whispered. “Just like that.”

By the time I was done with her perfect, perky tits, they were red from my suction. My lips traveled down her body as her skin puckered with every kiss I planted, and all I could do was smirk into her skin. I looked up at her smile, no doubt clocking my own against her belly, and I kissed all the way down to that pretty little pussy of hers before her tune changed again.

Soon, her smile dropped into a jaw that unhinged as my tongue slowly licked her folds. I gulped her juices down, cleaning her pussy lips before my tongue snaked between them. I wanted to taste her salted honey fluids right from the source. I wanted to drink from her fountain of youth until my appetite was satiated.

I shoved my tongue deep into her pussy, raking them along her walls as they fluttered around the intrusion. I hit my knees before I wrapped my hand around my dick, slowly pumping it as I pumped her pussy full of my tongue.

“Yes, Foster. Oh, fuck. Don’t stop.”

Her hands curled into the tendrils of my hair and pulled me deeper into her body. My tongue scooped up her pussy and found that beautiful clit, and the moment I hit it her body jumped. I tightened my grip around my cock, pumping a little faster while I swirled my tongue around her swollen bud.

By the time I was done with her, she would be speechless.

Round and round I went, pulling whimpers and groans from her throat as my balls began to hang low again. I could feel them filling up with cum for her while her long legs wrapped around my head. I could feel them dangling, begging for release as the tip of my dick began to leak with pleasure. Her juices were flowing down my chin while my mouth made a meal of her beautiful silken skin, and just as I pressed my tongue into her clit I felt her legs begin to contract.

She was close, and I wanted to cum again with her.

I pumped my dick faster and faster while she laid back onto her free hand. She bucked into me, rolling her hips into my face as I felt my balls curl into my body. Her legs quaked, and her juices flowed as I looked up into her face, and the moment her jaw unhinged, and her chest began to heave I knew it was happening.

She was orgasming, and she was speechless.

I felt my cock release its thick streams of cum against my desk, my hand pumping while her body shook around my head. I sucked her clit between my lips and hung on for the ride, watching her every move as a sheen of sweat began to gather on her beautiful tits. Ella was an absolute vision, with those puckered red lips and her body flushed with her orgasms.

I collapsed against the desk just as her back hit the top of it.

“Oh, Foster.” The whisper was so breathless I almost didn’t catch it. I panted, trying desperately to catch my breath while my head spun with my orgasm. I kissed the skin of her legs I could reach, feeling her jump with every touch of my lips, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Come home with me, Miss Ella,” I said, panting. “Let me hold you tonight.”

And a smile crossed my face when I heard her whisper a breathless ‘okay’.

13

Foster

I helped her clothe herself before I whisked her away back to my apartment. The entire car ride over, she slept curled up into the crook of my arm. Her long legs were curled across my lap, like her body was magnetizing herself to me. I could feel her steady breath in the crook of my neck while her lips settled onto the collar of my shirt, forever painting it with the vivacious red I saw in my dreams.

This woman had me hooked, and I had no idea why.

I carried her in my arms up to my apartment. It spanned the entire floor of the building and was covered in white and light gray. There were floor-to-ceiling windows in the main room that overlooked the entire city, but the infinity pool that hung off the side was my favorite amenity. I was hoping she would wake up in my arms, so I could immerse her in a hot bubble bath, just the two of us. I wanted to soap her up in my luxurious stone bathtub before wrapping her body in one of my plush light gray bath towels.

I wanted to curl up on my suede couch with her while the temperature-controlled hardwood floors kept us comfortable. I wanted us to watch the sun rise and set, painting and blanketing the city while I watched her red lips paint every single coffee cup of mine in the color only she owned.

I settled her down into my California king-sized mattress, so her body could spread out on my white satin sheets. I removed her shoes and worked her out of her work outfit and tossed it to the side. It would need to be cleaned after the debauchery we shared in my office. I covered her body with a sheet that contrasted the color of her lips, then I slipped out of my clothes and hung my suit back up. I pulled back the curtains, so the sunlight would awaken us in the morning, then I slipped in next to her and hunkered down for the night.

All night, she pressed herself into me. If I moved my legs, her leg somehow found its way between my thighs. If I moved my chest, her head somehow found a way to sprawl her dark hair against it. If my head turned, her lips always found a way to connect with my jaw as I felt her light breaths cover my skin. It was hard sleeping next to her, for no other reason than my cock throbbed all night. This woman, who was all legs and beautiful red lips with hair like my mahogany desk, revved up my body in ways no other woman had before.

And trust me, I’d had many in my lifetime.

I finally drifted off to sleep while thoughts of her rained down upon my unconscious mind. Salacious thoughts of all the ways I wanted to take her flooded my senses, and when I woke up I could’ve sworn I smelled her wafting from the sheets. She was snoring lightly against my chest with her arms tucked around me, and for a split second I studied how the sunlight ricocheted off her hazy features. Her skin seemed to glisten, like the quiet ocean being caressed by the sun, and I planted a small kiss to her forehead before I slipped out of bed.

I laid a plush robe at the foot of the bed before I wrapped myself in mine, then I ventured over to my phone. I was going to have the restaurant downstairs whip us up something for breakfast and bring it up, and I was hoping she would stay asleep long enough so I could surprise her with it.

I went into the bathroom and splashed some water in my face. Our eggs, pancakes, bacon, and coffee would soon be arriving, and Ella was still sound asleep. Her legs were tangled up in the sheets and her beautiful ass was staring up at the ceiling. There was still a hint of red, still swollen from where I’d taken her the night before. Part of me wanted to run my tongue across it and savor the work of art I’d created, but I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard someone knock on my door.

“Breakfast for Mr. Dobson,” the voice said.

I went over and tipped the man before I rolled the breakfast plates into the room. The smells of fresh coffee and bacon began to stir her, and when she leaned up off the bed her tits went tumbling down her body. She was a vision to behold. A vision of milky white skin and soft curves. Of lipstick lightly smeared and hair mussed from the sweat of our escapades. She was written poetry in motion, encased in a body I never wanted to pull my dick from.

“Morning,” she said.

“Good morning. I’ve got breakfast, and there’s a robe at the edge of the bed if you’d like to cover up. Though, if you’re not concerned about it, then I don’t mind the view.”

She snickered before shaking her head, then she plucked the robe from the bed. She stood up, her long legs slipping from underneath the covers, and I got a sunlit glimpse of the body I’d been salivating over for days. She wrapped it in the plush robe before she sighed, then I carried her tray of breakfast over to her just as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I took the liberty of ordering us some breakfast. I figured you might need the energy boost.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank you,” she said. I saw her look around the room and clock the light gray crown molding. Her eyes gazed out the window as I tucked myself next to her, my tray of breakfast in my lap while she continued to survey the scenery around her. She clocked the white furniture that was garnished with sterling silver accents. She ran her eyes around the light gray walls that shimmered with the bright white lights of my home. She ran her hands over the plush white robe just before she grabbed her coffee mug I’d sat in her lap, and when she turned her eyes back to me all I could do was smile.

“Enjoying the view?” I asked.

“This place is extravagant,” she said.

“It is. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy it.”

“Do you design things this extravagantly all the time?” she asked.

“Nope. I save the extravagance for myself. Most people enjoy practical. Practical and minimal is very ‘in’ right now with decorating. But, not for me. I’m someone who enjoys boasting.”

“This, I already figured,” she said, smirking.

“Do you have any plans for the day?” I asked.

“Nope. Today’s a rare day I have off from both of my jobs.”

“A hard-working woman. I can get behind that,” I said.

“You did that last night,” she said, grinning.

I panned my gaze over to her and watched her take a bite of her bacon. Her eyes sparkled with mystery while her grin flashed a hint of mischievousness. I raked my eyes down her body, clocking the way she was turning herself towards me. I saw the skin of her chest flushing underneath my gaze, but the moment I went to go remove her tray from her lap my phone began to ring.

I groaned before I plucked it from my nightstand. She continued to indulge in her breakfast, moaning every so often with how the food simply melted upon her tongue. I looked at the call and saw it was Dave, and I decided to click the ringer off and go back to the main event.

Whatever he had to say could be said to my voicemail.

“Enjoying breakfast?” I asked.

“Very much so. It’s delectable,” she said.

“Just like you.”

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” she asked.

“Maybe later,” I said as I took a bite of my eggs.

The two of us finished our breakfast and I plucked the tray from her lap. I wheeled the dirty dishes out to the elevator and sent them down to the main floor, then I turned around to head back to my room.

But, as I rounded the corner and back down the hallway, I saw Ella standing there.

Naked.

With her robe gathered at her feet.

“Miss Ella,” I said. “You look ravishing painted in that milky skin.”

“Why don’t you come take a bite out of it, then?” she asked.

 

14

Ella

I watched him drop his robe to the floor and it gave me a chance to survey his body. His tanned skin was pulled taut along every single muscle his body had to boast of while his cock grew between his legs. His arms were throbbing, veins bulging from his forearms while his eyes took me in. I shook underneath his gaze while I took deep breaths as I tried to steady my body.

I wanted to take the initiative. I wanted him to know that I enjoyed his body as much as he enjoyed mine. I wanted to look at him while the sun streamed in through the massive windows of his home. I wanted to see his naked body backdropped with the white and gray extravagance of his home. I wanted to envision where I would rake my fingernails so I could mark his body like I knew he’d marked mine.

I could feel his marking throbbing along my back and neck as he slowly approached me.

“You look a little scared, Miss Ella. Is something the matter?”

I felt my hands shaking as he slowly approached me. I started backing down the hallway, moving towards his kitchen while he stalked me like his prey. I’d never felt this way around a man-- I’d always had confidence. I was the black widow, seeking out men I could devour before casting them off to the side.

I felt my back hit the corner of a counter, stopping my body as he slowly closed the gap. His dark eyes hooked on to mine, never letting me go while his muscles slowly came into contact with my reddening skin.

And then, he slowly brought his lips to the shell my ear.

“Cat got your tongue?”

In that very instant, I threw my arms around his neck. I attached my teeth to his neck, listening to him groan as his arms wrapped around my waist. He hoisted me onto the counter, my legs spread for him while my pussy began to glisten, and my tongue raked down to his chest before his hand curled into the tangled locks of my hair.

He pulled my face slowly up to meet his before he crashed his lips down onto mine. I could feel them swelling underneath the pressure, my body trembling as his free fingertips danced along my back. I shivered underneath his touch while I locked my legs around his waist, but when I pulled him closer I could feel his cock teasing my dripping entrance.

“You’re the breakfast I wanted this morning,” he whispered into my lips. I bucked my hips forward and gobbled his dick down. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, moaning with pleasure as his hand sank to my back. I wrapped my arms underneath his arms, digging my fingernails into the thick muscles of his back while his cock throbbed against my walls. There was no amount of caffeine that could wake me the way his cock just had, and I rolled my hips into him, trying desperately to get him to move.

He planted his hands onto the counter while his tongue raked down my chest. My hands released his back and planted onto the surface so I could keep myself upright. His hands slid to my hips, pulling me to the edge while his lips caught one of my nipples. The warmth cascaded down my body, puckering every single hair follicle he could see.

I felt the menacing grin around my tit just before his hips began to thrust into mine.

“Holy fuck, Foster. Yes.”

With every thrust, my tits bounced in his face. My hands dug into the counter, though where I really wanted to put them was all along his back. I wanted to mark him in ways he would feel in the morning. I wanted him to go to work and think of me every time he got up from his chair. I wanted him to sit in his meetings and salivate over me. I wanted my pussy juices to get stuck in his nose so every time he talked to another woman he could only think of the way my pussy was devouring him now.

But, his hands rounding against my ass pulled me from my thoughts before he hoisted me from the counter.

“Hang on,” he said.

He walked us down the hallway with his dick still growing against my pussy walls. I clamped down around him and felt his walking stutter, and I grinned into his skin before he let out a light chuckle. This man, with his opulence and his cocky arrogance, stumbled whenever my pussy hung him up in a vice grip.

So, I did it again just as he was walking around a corner.

“You better be careful with that little talent,” he murmured. “It might just get you into trouble.”

And I answered him with another clamp.

In that very second, he ripped himself from between my legs and dropped me to my feet. He spun me around and pressed my bare tits up against the full-length window of his living room. The cool glass puckered my tits to almost painful peaks before he grabbed onto my hips, and he wrenched them towards him before he slid in without a second thought.

I groaned as I laid my forehead against the cool glass. He bottomed out, his balls dangling between my legs while my juices began to drip down my thighs. He had me spread for the entire world to see. I looked down at the people below, watching nothing but dots maneuver along the pavement.

Then, I felt his tongue dart out and take my earlobe between his teeth while my body shuddered against him.

“Take me, Foster. Please,” I whispered.

He slowly drew out and slammed back in, causing me to moan out against the glass. He pulled out and slammed in, shivering my body with every thrust he took. I could feel his balls slapping against my swollen clit. I could feel my juices coating them as they swung heavily between my legs. His pace picked up as his fingertips dug into my hips, and I knew I would be able to feel his fingerprints upon my skin later on in the evening.

I reached back and grabbed the tendrils of his hair, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. His tongue lapped out, peppering my skin with kisses and licks while his hips began to pick up their pace. Skin slapped skin and juices splattered onto the glass, and soon the entire window was fogged with the salacious words pouring from our mouths.

“Holy fuck. Just like that. Don’t stop. Harder. Please. Make me jump for you, Foster.”

“Shit, your pussy’s so tight. Fuck, these legs of yours. I want to run my tongue along them. I love the smell of your pussy. Gobble me down, Ella. Take all of me.”

I planted my hands on the window and released his hair before he reared back and picked up his assault. My hips hurt in all the best ways while my pussy began to swell around him. Soon, my walls were clamping down onto him and my legs were shaking, threatening to give way while his hands steadied my hips.

“Cum for me, Ella. Cum around this thick cock.”

“Foster. Holy shit, Foster. You feel so good. You hit all the-... right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Right there. Keep going. Yes!”

I unraveled around him. My body shook and my knees gave way. I felt his arms pick me up while he continued to thrust into me, but the moment my pussy started to pull him deeper into my body I felt his hips stutter. His cock grew against my walls, threatening to split me in half as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

Then, I felt it.

I felt his cock pump me full of his essence.

He filled me to the brim before it started to spurt out from between my legs. His juices dripped down the inside of my thighs as my body collapsed against the window, trembling with its exertion while he lined my spine with kisses. I could feel his muscles twitching, trying to recover from the energy he’d just put into giving me pleasure. But, all he could do was lay deep into my body, pinning me to the window while the both of us looked out onto the city.

“You make me feel beautiful,” I whispered.

“Because you are, Miss Ella. Because you are.”

We sank to his floor before he finally pulled out from between my legs. We laid up against his window, our bodies covered in sweat and cum before I slowly leaned over onto him. His fingertips danced in my hair, slowly untangling it as the two of us tried to catch our breaths.

Then, his phone rang out again, destroying the moment we’d worked so hard to create for ourselves.

 

15

Ella

I watched him move from me while my body slowly sank to the floor. Suddenly, I felt very cold and exposed. Where there was once a man to shield my body, now there was simply nothing. I felt vulnerable in the opulent house. I felt like I was somehow dirtying the crisp whites and paling the frozen grays. I felt like I was slicking up his floor with stuff that would just be a pain to clean so. So, I rose to my feet and scurried into his room in order to find my clothes.

And I heard him talking on the phone.

“Dominic, the fuck do you want?”

Dominic? Who was Dominic? Was that someone Foster worked with? He sounded angry, was something wrong?

“I told you exactly how I felt about those changes. What I said in the boardroom still stands. I’m still crunching numbers to see what I can do.”

He had to be talking about the complex. Was something already going wrong? Thank the stars above I’d kept my other job. I’d saved back two thousand extra dollars to cover anything that might pop up. I stepped into my clothes and shimmied them up my legs before I slipped my shoes on, but the next words that flew from his mouth caught my attention wholly.

“We could still cut them a deal if we sold them back for sixty thousand.”

Sixty thousand dollars!? The last time I’d talked with Foster in my apartment, he said he’d cut us a deal for forty thousand!

“We could skimp a bit on the amenities in their condos and diminish the quality of materials we used. That would bring the price down even more, and we could maybe throw in some sort of maintenance plan. They’d pay a fee every month, that would go into a bank account, and if something happened because of the diminished product quality, we’d have the funds to fix it without going into debt. It’s a fucking win-win Dave. Wake up.”

Wait, who was Dave? I thought he was talking to a Dominic? What was going on? Why were the numbers now so high? I wouldn’t be able to afford something like that, let alone to purchase something that would need a protection plan from the fucking materials they used on the building. What kind of wool were they trying to pull over our eyes? Did they think we were fucking idiots?

“I’m not discussing this with you now. You’re the damn project manager, Diego. The highest I’m going to take the price of the condo for the current tenants that want to stay is sixty thousand. Make it work or you’re out of a job.”

Diego? What the fuck was this man’s name anyway? I was so lost, and I felt my heart shattering. My beautiful condo that I’d planned out with this gorgeous man had suddenly been stripped from me. I’d never be able to afford something like that on the payment plan Foster’s business was setting up for us. The interest rate alone on the original sum would eat through almost my entire first paycheck of the month! But, I was willing to pay that price to have my dream without the hassle of moving.

Moving meant movers, which meant boxes, which meant moving men, which meant time off work. That meant I wasn’t making as much money that week while spending more money than usual trying to move my fucking shit. The condo we’d built together while he was looking over my shoulder was not only my dream, it was convenient.

That stuff never happened to me. Ever.

But now, it should like it was a lie.

What would happen to us? If I couldn’t afford it, my neighbors would never be able to. What, did they think we weren’t good enough to live in their fancy fucking condos? Did they want to drive us out of town because they thought we were filth or something? Looking down on us while they sat on their piles of millions just laughing at the lot of us trying to scrape enough together to eat.

Who the fuck did they think we were?

I knew where we’d be, and the thought shivered me to my bone as I slipped out into his living room in my clothes. We’d be out on the streets. We’d have nowhere to go, and most of us would never be able to find another place. The great thing about that complex was that no one had ran anyone’s background or credit checks. No, it wasn’t safe, but it was the only place I could afford with the credit score I had and the money I made monthly. Living in the city was hard, but for a single woman whose only talents were singing and bringing people food, it was damn near impossible.

And now, I’d be living on the streets because some fucking business didn’t give a shit about us.

I heard him hang up the phone before he stormed back down the hallway. He darted into his room and emerged a few minutes later in a beautiful suit, but part of me missed the vulnerability of us being naked together. I planned to talk with him about it. To stop him at the door and keep him from whoever had beckoned for him until we had a chance to talk.

“Foster. Could we-”

“Not now, Ella. I’m sorry,” he said. “I gotta get to work. Some stuff’s come up with some important things. But, we’ll talk later. Soon. I promise.”

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before his hand planted into my lower back. He ushered me into the elevator before the doors closed with a thud, and suddenly I didn’t want to be encased with him. I pressed myself into the opposite wall, painfully aware of the fact that Foster knew I was listening to him.

And the look on his face made my heart sink to my toes.

When the elevator doors opened, I dashed out. I ignored the sounds of him yelling after me as I scurried through the lobby of his apartment building. He’d never know what it was like. He’d never know the fear of losing your home. Of losing the roof over his head. Of having to cope with living on the streets or in an apartment with four other people just to make it work.

I ducked into a cab and threw money at him as he pulled up to my apartment complex. I stumbled up the steps, wiping my tears from my eyes before I poured into my home.

Well, it’d be someone else’s home soon. So in a way, it wasn’t really mine to begin with.

If I was going to lose this condo, then I should at least make enough money so I can try and afford something else. Even though I had the day off from both jobs, I called both to see if they had anything available. Luckily the club had a spot. I got changed for work before I packed my bag. I had a new show-stopping number prepared. I needed a way to escape my emotions. I needed a way to become another person just for one night. I needed to get back to the independent woman I was. The one with dreams and aspirations and plans that had been set in motion.

Not the blubbering, sleazy, pathetic woman I’d turned into now that I’d been seduced by some hot-shot rich bitch who was about to take away my home.

But, I couldn’t get my emotions out of my head. I felt them weighing on my chest as I walked backstage, I had to wear waterproof makeup just so the tears that rimmed my eyes wouldn’t run, and I had to use concealer in order to cover up the bite marks he’d left on my neck.

Even with as angry as I was, I missed him.

And I honestly didn’t know what to do with that.

 

16

Foster

I yelled after Ella and that’s when I knew she’d heard me. When I saw her standing in my living room dressed in her clothes, I had a feeling she’d heard at least some of my conversation. Depending on how long she’d paid attention, she probably heard numbers that made her spine shiver. Numbers that were at least twenty thousand dollars over what we’d originally agreed upon for the remodel. That was the deal I’d cut with the tenants: they wouldn’t pay for the entire space, just the money it would take to remodel to their specifications. With all the amenities they could tack on, the update itself could cost them upwards of sixty thousand dollars.

I didn’t feel the need to charge them for anything else because of the rest of the building we could sell for profit.

But, the moment she dashed from that elevator and didn’t stop at my voice told me she’d heard. She’d heard everything, and she was probably scared. Every part of me wanted to go after her. Every atom of my being reached out for this woman who had entranced me so much. I’d taken her in every way I had only imagined up until this point. I had the imprint of her body pressed into the glass of my home while her juices stained my hardwood. That room would smell like her for weeks, greeting me like an old friend every time I got back home from work.

The issue was, I wanted the scent to be connected to her. I didn’t just want her memory, I wanted her body. I wanted her dreams and her passions. I wanted to hold her close to me and wake her up with my tongue between her legs. I wanted to go to every show she performed just so I could cheer her on from my shadowed perch.

I wanted to comfort her in her time of worry and fear. I wanted to let her know that I wouldn’t allow her to lose her home. That I’d do everything within my power to make sure nothing was stripped from her that didn’t need to be. She was a beautiful woman. Full of life and passion and power beyond her years. Her ruby red lips might tug at my cock, but her voice and her eyes tugged at my gut.

I had to get into the office. If I had any hope of helping her out the way I wanted to, I couldn’t go after her.

And that dichotomy fucked with me all the way into my office.

“Holy shit, Foster. You’re finally here,” Dave said.

“If you call me by my first name one more time, you’re fired,” I said. “Now, why the hell can you not figure this out with the financial team?”

“We won’t turn a profit off those condos if we sell them to them only for the work we’ll put into them. For some, we might even lose money.”

“Alright. We still have 60 percent of the fucking building to sell for as much fucking profit as we want. What’s the big deal?” I asked.

“The big deal is the investors aren’t going to invest if they’re only going to turn a profit for 60 percent of the building. They might as well only give you 60 percent of their original investment offer!”

“That’s what they said to strong arm you, Delilah!”

“Oh, we’ve gone into girl’s names now?” he asked.

“You’re acting like one. You’ve been my project manager for six years, and you mean to tell me you can’t handle a boardroom full of fat, rich, whiny white men?”

“You won’t turn a profit,” Dave said. “Do you not understand that?”

“Not everything is about profit, Dragonlord!” I exclaimed. “Sometimes it’s just about doing what’s fucking right!”

The entire accounting floor was stunned silent at my outburst. And, honestly? I was, too. My father was a money-driven man and passed down onto me that same mindset. If it didn’t make him money, then it wasn’t worth his time. The issue was, the building would still turn a profit on 60 percent of the building. It’s just that we could also do something wonderful for the community in the process.

“New York City is dying,” I said. “It’s dying and it’s taking all the lower income households with it. The families who raise three kids in a one-bedroom apartment just so the father can chase after his dreams. The four roommates residing in a studio apartment just so they can work off their student loans before going to some university around here and digging themselves into more fucking debt. We come in with our wrecking balls and scream at them to move before we bulldoze their lives. We erect taller, nicer buildings that are more out of their price range than ever, then we expect them to just find another place to stay. Where the hell’s the fairness in that?”

I drew in a deep breath before I looked around the room. Eyes were wide and some were filled with admiration, but mostly they were simply full of confusion. Someone in the corner was furiously pressing buttons, so I pointed over into that corner and told them to speak.

“You. There. What’re you crunching?” I asked.

“Numbers, sir.”

“Obviously. What numbers?”

“Numbers for your project, sir. I think what you’re trying to do is wonderful, so I wanna see how much money you’ll lose and if the figures are accurate.”

“When will you have those figures?” I asked.

“Give me thirty more seconds.”

I watched as a man with a child’s overgrown face quickly rattled his fingertips over the calculator’s keys. Numbers were flying up on screen while his eyes darted around a desk, and the entire time I could hear the blood rushing through my head. This was my chance to save Ella’s home. This was my chance to turn this company’s public presence around.

This was my chance to take a stand for the city my father loved.

The city I’d come to love when it embraced me and comforted me after his death.

“According to these numbers, if you don’t sell the 40 percent of the condos at retail price and only sell them at the mid-range remodeling price of the originally agreed upon forty thousand dollars, you’ll lose four thousand on each condo, which will amount to one hundred thousand dollars of lost profit. But, with the numbers currently running through my head-”

“Don’t do it in your head. Type it out and give it to me,” I said.

“With the numbers I’m currently typing out,” he said as he began to type, “if you redo the rest of the condos and sell the ones with better views for ten thousand more than you were originally intending, you would recoup double that money, so you’d actually be one hundred thousand dollars in the clear if you sold everything for an even profit.”

“But obviously, we aren’t gonna do that because we aren’t completely stupid,” I said.

“The board’s never gonna go for it,” Dave said, shaking his head. “You know how they are.”

“Then I’ll fucking pay the one hundred thousand out of my own pocket.”

“What?”

“Yeah. That’ll be my investment into my own company. One hundred thousand dollars, I’ll take a bit more personal stock in the company for my investment, and that’ll make the board members happy.”

“Mr. Dobson-”

“DeAngelo, what the fuck is the problem? Bradley over here-”

“It’s actually Anthony, sir.”

“Anthony over here gives me proof that we’ll actually be more than fine, you tell me it’s shit, so I offer to pay the fucking difference and you still tell me it’s shit. So, you’ve got one shot. Give me the best reason you’ve got for shitting on both of those ideas. If your reasoning isn’t good enough, you’re fired.”

I stood there and watched him sweat while he flipped through his papers. His brow was beginning to shine and I watched him while he shuffled from foot to foot. I was done with him. I wasn’t sure what the hell was happening, but it didn’t smell good to me.

Not anymore.

“You’re fired, Dave,” I said. “Anthony, you want a job?”

“I already have a job, sir.”

“It comes with a raise. And benefits. And a 401(k). I’m sure you’ve got student loans. You got student loans?” I asked.

“Yes, sir. Tons of them.”

“Paid off if you wanna be my project manager,” I said.

“Take the damn job, Anthony,” someone said.

“It’d be an honor to take the job, sir.”

“Wait, you can’t just-”

“Dave,” I said as I turned to him. “Someone will contact you over the next week to introduce to you your severance package. It will be fair and I’ll negotiate an entire year’s worth of salary. I’ll help you cash out your 401(k) and move any other policies you have. We’ll make this a smooth transition. But, something doesn’t smell right with you anymore. For some reason, I feel like you’re intentionally trying to strong arm me into doing something I don’t want to do, and as the owner of this company you need to understand that you don’t run the show. Go home. Someone will contact you before the weekend.”

“But, Mr. Dob-”

“Get the fuck out of my building, Dave,” I said.

All I wanted to do was lay in bed with Ella all day. All I wanted to do was dive between her legs and never come up for air. I just wanted one day to myself-- to have everything I could have ever wanted.

And I had it, right there in my arms. Leaning ass naked next to me in the middle of my living room floor.

Then this fucking project had to go ruin it.

“Anthony,” I said.

“Yes, sir?”

“I’m gonna go work on your promotion paperwork. In the meantime, on the top floor there’s a boardroom full of fat white men who are waiting for me to make an appearance. You’re good with these numbers. Take these options to them and see which one they like. Then, if they don’t like the options, tell them I’ll be paying the difference out of my pocket. Don’t give them an option, just tell them it’s happening. They don’t run this show anymore than Dave did,” I said.

“On it.”

“Call me and let me know how it goes. I’ve got somewhere else I have to be.”

“But, I don’t have your number,” he said.

“Toss me your phone.” I entered my office number and my cell number into his phone before I placed a call to H.R. I told them what happened and all the paperwork that needed to be processed, then I promised them a long weekend if they could get it all processed before the end of the week. By the time I turned back around, Anthony was gone and people had resumed their normal working activities.

Good. Now I could focus on the next task at hand.

Getting Ella back.

17

Ella

I got off work and went straight for my neighbor. He was the only other person I knew in the building that had plans to buy back his home, and I had to tell him what was happening. Mr. Fienster had no family, no friends, and nowhere to turn to. He deserved a heads-up if something like this was going down. I couldn’t keep this from him knowing he needed more time than any of us to find arrangements.

“Ella! How nice of you to come by. You look upset.”

“Mr. Fienster, I’ve got some news for you,” I said.

“Why don’t you come in and we’ll talk about it?” he asked.

I stepped into his home and took a look around. Some of his furniture was wrapped with this saran-like plastic. His apartment was void of many things someone would use to decorate: there weren’t many pictures, no gifts from family that decorated any useless tables. His apartment smelled of disinfectant and pills. I felt his hand come up between my shoulder blades, edging me towards his kitchen chair.

“Mr. Fienster, I can make us something to drink.”

“You’re my guest, Ella,” he said. “Sit down and let me make you something.”

“Mr. F, I’m here all the time. I’m hardly a guest.”

“When you’re as distraught as you are, you will be treated with the respect a guest should have. Now, what seems to be troubling you? Those eyes are too pretty to be as dark and stormy as they are.”

“You remember those original numbers for all the updating they were going to do to this place?” I asked.

“Ah, yes. The renovations. Did you know that Mr. Dobson was kind enough to offer handicap assistance as one of my renovations? That man really is astounding, I tell you. The media doesn’t paint him in the right light.”

“They actually might,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“The new numbers are going to be higher. Probably double what we were originally quoted,” I said.

“Double, huh? What makes you think that?”

“A conversation I overheard Mr. Dobson having with someone.”

“And where were you with Mr. Dobson?” Mr. Fienster sat down a hot cup of tea he’d made along with some sweet cream. I stared at the steam wafting up from the glass and I felt tears rimming the bags underneath my eyes. I missed him. Even with everything that was going on and the heartless way he’d dismissed me the last time I saw him, I missed him.

My heart ached for him, and it wasn’t until Mr. Fienster sat down beside me with his tea that I was ripped from my trance.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning and fill me in, hm?”

“The first time I met Foster, it was actually at the new club I was singing at.”

“Foster?”

“Sorry, Mr. Dobson,” I said.

“Ah, so his name is Foster. Alright. Continue. You met him at the club and I presume you were taken with him?”

“A bit. He simply held himself with a great deal of confidence.”

“And he’s not too easy on the eyes, either.”

“Mr. F!”

“What?! I was young once. Gay men existed well before this generation started their revolutions and such. So, what happened?” he asked.

“Well, he just assumed I’d simply hop into bed with him, so I left to perform. I didn’t run into him again until he was knocking on my door wanting to talk about the renovations to the apartments,” I said.

“Ah, what a twist. Did he ask you out?”

“He did, and I accepted. We’ve gone out on a couple of occasions. Indulged in some… things with one another,” I said, blushing.

“You can keep those private details to yourself. I’ve never been one to allow kissing and telling in my presence.”

“I assume this phone call took place at some point in time while you were with him?”

“Yeah. I went to his office to meet him and we spent some time together. He took me to his home and I got to lay up against his body all night. Mr. Fienster, it felt so good to be beside him. I’ve always taken pride in being able to protect myself and not need anyone, but I didn’t even realize how much I wanted someone like him until I had him right next to me,” I said.

“Sounds like he treats you well, which is exactly what you deserve. When did this phone call take place? Can you remember what was said?”

“It was just after we’d had dinner and indulged in more… things,” I said, giggling.

“Ah, to experience that giggle again. Love looks good on you, Ella.”

“Love? Yikes, no. Not even close. Infatuation, maybe. But not love,” I said.

“Anyway,” Mr. Fienster smirked, “what happened on the phone?”

“He got up to take a phone call and I heard him talking with someone. A David or Deigo-- I don’t know, he said a lot of names. But, I heard him throwing around prices. Sixty thousand and offering us the option of having lesser quality products installed in order to chip away at the price.”

“Was he angry?”

“What?” I asked.

“His demeanor on the phone? Was he businesslike? Upset? Happy? What did he sound like?”

“I don’t know, really. He… sort of sounded annoyed. Frustrated. Maybe stressed? It’s a big project he’s taking on,” I said.

“So, it could be he doesn’t approve of the figures he was being given.”

“Does that matter?”

“It does when I ask you why you’re so upset,” he said.

“I’m upset because of these prices! Mr. Fienster, I wanted to come warn you. I won’t be able to afford those prices, and neither will you. We’ll need all the time we can get in order to make other arrangements.”

“Besides the fact that I have faith in Mr. Dobson, I want to address why you’re so upset.”

“The prices, Mr. F. The prices,” I said.

“See, I don’t believe you. I think you’re upset because you were living in this fantastical bubble with this handsome man who simply happened upon your doorstep, and now reality is beginning to set in. I think you’re worried because you do care for him. Maybe not love him, but you do care. You’ve opened yourself up to him and now you’re concerned about something. What is it, child?”

Mr. Fienster reached out for my hand, and the moment he curled his aged fingers around mine I broke down. I began to cry into my cup of tea, cooling it with my tears while he squeezed my hand in reassurance. He was right. I felt like I was being ripped between worlds. I felt like my life was a tease. One night, I was in bed with this phenomenal man without a care in the world and the next I was climbing the steps of a rundown apartment complex with a broken elevator and stepping through the doors of a home I probably wouldn’t be able to afford in the coming months.

“What am I going to do?” I asked, sobbing.

“How do you feel about him, Ella?”

“I like him. So much. He’s absolutely wonderful when he’s not trying to fucking take my home from me. Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry for harsh language in this home. You should hear me when I slip around on these floors,” he said, grinning.

“You really need to be careful, Mr. F. I’m not always here to check in on you.”

“I’m not your responsibility, Ella. But, your heart is. Would you like some friendly advice from a man who’s been there a few times in his life?” he asked.

“I’ll take anything at this point.”

“Call him. Tell him you want to talk, but make him do it in person. Sit that son of a bitch down and tell him exactly what you think. You only do a detriment to yourself by censoring your own voice. We live in a country where censoring is not something that’s allowed. Use your voice and tell him how you fucking feel, Ella.”

“Wow. Such language,” I said, grinning.

“The only words you’ll ever regret are the ones you don’t say. Call him. Entice him with those legs of yours. Tell him you want to talk, then say what you have to say. Get the answers you need to give yourself closure with whatever it is that’s bothering you, then come back around to me. We’ll figure out a plan of action together once the official numbers get back around to us.”

“I’ll help you find somewhere to stay, alright, Mr. F?”

“I’m counting on it,” he said, winking.

We finished our tea before I gave him a hug and left. I walked into my apartment and breathed in deep, allowing the reality to wash over me without overwhelming me. Mr. F was right. I had a right to say everything I wanted to say to him, and I wasn’t going to hold back. I wasn’t going to allow him to string me along. I wasn’t going to allow the likes of Foster Dobson to have my heart if I was nothing but a fun little game to him.

I knew I could do this. I deserved to do this.

But, before I could pick up the phone and call him, my phone lit up with his name.

Foster was calling me.

 

18

Foster

“Hello?”

“Hello there, Ella. How are you?”

“I’m getting along. How are you Mr. Dobson?”

I furrowed my brow at the odd use of such professionalism. I checked the clock to make sure she wasn’t at work before I cleared my throat, and I figured she must’ve been upset with me for the way I’d walked out on her. I couldn’t blame her. I was upset that I had to leave her, too. But, I wanted to talk to her.

I had to see her.

“I was wondering if you would do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tonight. You know, to make up for running out on you so quickly for work,” I said.

“That actually sounds wonderful. I have some things I’d like to say anyway,” she said.

“Would it be alright if I picked you up around seven this evening?”

“I’ll be outside waiting.”

I wondered what it was she wanted to talk about, but the moment I pulled up to her apartment complex all thoughts fled my mind. There she was, with her long brown hair stacked high upon her head and a gold dress sitting on every single curve of her body. Her skin contrasted perfectly with the crimson red lipstick she had become known for in my life, and the moment she spotted the car she came over and opened the door.

I was so stunned at her beauty I couldn’t speak.

“Foster,” she said.

“Ella. You look… breath-taking.”

“That’s very kind of you to say. Where are we headed this evening?”

There was a coolness to her I wasn’t used to. It was like she had up the same shield that night I met her in the club. Her blue eyes weren’t warm like the morning I’d woken up with her, but were icy like the moment she realized what was above the club she worked at. I felt my heart palpitate in my chest with nerves as I navigated back onto the road.

I had to do whatever it took tonight to make sure she didn’t leave.

“I thought we could indulge in a bit of seafood tonight. How does that sound?”

“I love seafood,” she said.

“Perfect.”

We rode in silence until we got to the restaurant, then she got out before I could even open her door. She walked in front of me instead of beside me, obviously not wanting my touch on her back, and I studied the way she held herself. Her head was high and her shoulders were rolled back. Her feet walked with determination and her hips weren’t swaying the way they normally did.

She was intentionally posturing herself for an argument, so I braced for the impact. But, I wouldn’t have to wait for long, because my ass didn’t even hit the seat before she launched into a speech that was clearly rehearsed.

“Mr. Dobson, let me go ahead and say what I have to say.”

“I could tell something was on your mind. I’m honored you’d like to talk with me about it,” I said.

“That’s because it concerns you. I understand your plays at deception, but there was no need to deceive me. All you had to do was be upfront about your intentions with me from the beginning. You are a striking man, and a romantic tryst with you would’ve been just as welcomed as what I thought we were doing.”

“And what is it that you think we’re doing?” I asked.

“I am well aware of your reputation, but I am also well aware of the monetary issues you are running into with the condos. You did not have to sleep with me or pamper me or butter me up in order to make the news easier for me to palate. I’m a big girl who can take care of herself. Myself and the residents in that complex deserve as much notice as possible with the price hike you were discussing over the phone.”

“Miss Ella, there has been some recent developments that-”

“You’ve spoken enough, Mr. Dobson. Enough to get me to fall into bed with you on multiple occasions. Now, it is my turn to speak.”

Her icy eyes froze me to my core and everything inside of me up roared in panic. I would do whatever she asked if it kept her ass in that seat. I had to tell her everything. About my plans and the money. About the decision the board just finalized on how we would handle the price hikes to their condos and how I would pay the difference.

About how I’d truly come to care for her and her presence in my life…

“And honestly? It isn’t your fault. You showed me exactly who you were when you took me to the third floor of Expose. You showed me the kind of man you were then, and I wasn’t sure what I was expecting of the man who barged into my condo a few days later talking about renovations and floor plan changes and such. However, you could’ve been more forthcoming about this just being a little tryst, and I am very upset that you weren’t.”

“What makes you think this was simply a tryst?” I asked.

“The fact that it was so easy for you shut me up. The fact that you simply thought you could crook your finger and I would come. The fact that you understood there were monetary issues with people’s homes-- with my home-- and yet no phone calls were made to update us on anything.”

“You are well aware that I hadn’t be able to arrange anything with the board until just this afternoon, correct?” I asked.

The question garnered me her silence, so I filled it with the words I knew she needed to here.

The truth.

“When the monetary issue was presented to me, not only did I figure my project manager but I got the board of investors to agree to a personal investment of my own. I’m taking more personal stock in my company in exchange for a two-hundred-thousand-dollar investment that will cover the overages that have been discovered with regard to your condo as well as your neighbor’s condos who have plans to stay in the building. The price isn’t elevating from the one you signed off on when I was in your apartment that day.”

“What?” she asked.

“As for the question of my character, you would be spot on. The man I was when you met me at Expose was nothing but a sleazy scoundrel who was looking for a one-time fling because of a stressful day at the office. But, that’s not what this morphed into, Miss Ella. I began to miss you. To long for you when you weren’t there. Yes, my body gravitated towards your beauty, but waking up with you in my arms forced my soul to gravitate towards yours. The man sitting before you now isn’t the man you met at Expose. This man-- this Foster-- wants to be with you. This Foster cares about you and what happens to you. You’re special, but not just to this world, Miss Ella. You’re special to me. I’m paying out of my pocket, so I know nothing happens to you. So you can have what you want. So you will stay so I can take you out to more dinners. Maybe whisk you away to France or Italy one day just to see your face when you taste the delicacies their countries have to offer. I’m sorry for what you overheard, and I’m sorry for the way we left things. Please let me try to make it up to you.”

 

19

Ella

Wait, did I just hear him right?

“What?” I asked.

“Please, let me make this all up to you.” I felt Foster’s foot gravitate towards mine underneath the table. The toe of his shoe began to run comfortingly up my ankle, and I felt myself shiver in my seat. Foster had given up his own money for me? For us? For the complex?

“You’re… investing in your own project?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“To make sure we could stay?”

“Yes, Miss Ella.”

I looked off into the distance as I tried to hold back the tears. I felt his foot scoot back before he sighed, and the lack of his presence made my body feel cold. I swallowed hard before I went to turn my gaze back to him, but when I finally turned my attention back to him he was getting out of his seat.

“Let me take you home, Miss Ella. I’ve wasted enough of your time.”

“Please don’t.” His eyes ripped down to mine and suddenly I felt my icy facade fade away. Suddenly, I saw Foster in a different light. I saw him for the vulnerable, caring man he was instead of the cold-hearted playboy the media painted him to be. I allowed the ghost of the man I’d met in the club to fall away from the back of my mind, and I replaced it with an image of the man currently standing in front of me.

His towering body went to sit back down into his chair, but I simply shook my head.

In that very moment, I was no longer hungry. In that very moment, I no longer wanted to share him with the world. In that very moment, the only thing I wanted was to feel his hand slip delicately into mine before we went to create our own little fantastical bubble.

And I knew just the place to do it.

I stood from my chair and held my hand out to him, smiling when I felt his hand connect with mine. Our fingers intertwined as we made our way out of the restaurant, and I was painfully aware of how Foster was looking at me. His eyes were devouring me in only the ways his could, and when we stepped out into the parking lot his arm wrapped around me protectively.

Before he could guide me towards his car, I raised my hand to hail a cab. I could feel Foster’s confused look on the side of my face as the yellow cab pulled up, and I simply opened the car door and nodded for him to get in. He wasn’t in control of this evening, I was. This changed man, who had made me feel like the beautiful woman I’d always longed to be, had given of his own money to make sure myself as well as my neighbors could stay in the homes we had created for ourselves.

It was time I gave him a bit of something in return other than my own malice.

I dipped down beside him and felt his arm snake around my waist. I leaned forward and showed him a bit of my ass, swaying it from side to side as I whispered to the cab driver to take us to Expose. I felt Foster’s hand slowly round up my ass cheek, giving it a little squeeze before I settled back down beside him.

“Where are we going?” he murmured deeply into my ear.

“You’ll see.”

The cab driver pulled in front of the club and I climbed out of the car. I walked over and opened his car door, offering my hand to help him out. I could see the confusion wafting behind his eyes, no doubt wondering why the hell I’d pulled him from the restaurant just so we could come to a place where I worked.

“Are you singing tonight?” he asked.

“Nope.”

I took his hand and led him through the front door. Because of my singing and because of Foster’s regular appearances, the bouncer let us in without a second thought. We bypassed the bar where the two of us had first made eye contact, and I felt Foster squeeze my hand as we made our way to the stairwell door.

Then, he halted me altogether just before I went to push it in.

“Ella.”

I looked up at him with a devilish glint in my eye. The confusion had faded away, and in its place was the domineering shark everyone knew Foster Dobson to be. I raised up onto my tiptoes and planted the smallest kiss upon his lips, and that’s when he wrapped his arm tightly around my waist and pulled me close.

“Third floor please, Mr. Dobson. Follow me,” I said.

Then, we started up the steps to the floor above the club.

20

Foster

She took my hand and led me to the third floor before she slowly pushed the door open. Her hand felt so small within mine, but she commanded a presence I’d never even seen before. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was more than willing to take it, and I was simply along for the ride. To assist her in whatever she wanted to indulge in.

My cock throbbed at the ideas swimming through my mind.

She led me to a couch in the corner. The same couch I’d led her to a few weeks ago, in fact. The place where she once balked and turned her nose up at was now a place she was settling me down onto, and I reached out to grab her body to pull her in.

But, all she did was step away and shake her head.

“Sit back and relax,” she said.

I watched her sink to her knees before she slowly scooted herself towards me. Her hands ran up my clothed legs, my cock jumping to attention before she began to undo my belt buckle. She pulled them down, taking my underwear along with them until the fabric bunched up at my ankles.

She smirked at my raging red dick, dripping with precum and begging for her lips.

She grabbed the base of my cock before her tongue licked a thick stripe up it. I groaned and lobbed my head back, savoring the sensations as my body shivered. I felt my dick enter the warmth of her mouth, her tongue swirling around my leaking cock head as I thrusted my hips towards her face.

But, she released me as quickly as she’d taken me in, and I whimpered at the loss of her warmth.

I could feel her spit dripping down onto my pelvis. She’d soaked my skin in her saliva before I heard her get up from the ground. By the time I lifted my head, she had turned herself around and rolled up the fabric of her dress. I saw she had no panties on, and the thought only made my cock grow harder.

She hovered her beautiful ass over my dick, wiggling it around and begging for what was next. Her hands were on my knees, her body bent over for me as I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them for my pleasure. I spat on my hand before I rubbed it all over her puckered little hole, lubing it up for the pounding I was about to give it.

Then, I grabbed her hips and guided her tight ass onto my dick.

The moment my head poked through, she groaned. I felt her fingernails dig into the skin of my knees while my cock jumped with joy, and I slowly pulled her down into my lap as she hissed. She quivered in my lap, leaning her back into my chest as I peppered her neck with kisses. I had to take deep breaths just to not blow my load then and there. She was beautiful. Her legs were sprawled out for me and her ass was squeezing around my cock. She moved her hips in my lap, causing me to jump while her greedy hole devoured my throbbing dick.

“You’re intoxicating,” I whispered into her ear.

“Fuck me,” she said.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her in my lap. I pulled out and thrusted up, bouncing her entire body as she moaned out into the room. The bartender turned his back to give us some privacy, but everything else faded into the background.

“Fill that ass up, Foster.”

Time and time again, I pounded my thick dick into her asshole. I felt her luscious curves bouncing against me as she turned her head and peppered my ear with kisses. I shuddered underneath the touch of her lips, my cock pulsing against her clenching walls. I could feel her pussy juices dripping down her ass crack, coating my balls as they slapped against her body.

I slipped my hand down her stomach, parting her pussy folds before I found her swollen clit. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long, not with the way her ass was massaging my cock. I wanted her to cum with me, to suck me dry of all I wanted to give her as she cried my name out into the room.

I wanted everyone to know who she belonged to.

I wanted everyone to know I belonged to her.

I circled her clit with my fingertips and her body began to tremble. She fell weak in my lap, her body flailing as I pounded the thickness of my dick in between her ass cheeks. I could feel the heat of her body warming mine, even through the clothes we still had on.

“Fuck, Ella. You feel incredible.”

I felt my balls curl up into my body just as she pressed her back against my chest. She quaked and trembled, rolling her hips into my fingertips while my thrusts destroyed her asshole. She leaned her head back and turned it, panting into the crook of my neck, and I turned my lips into hers and captured them just before I flew over the edge.

My cock pumped stream after stream of cum into her body as her pussy finally gave way. I felt wetness trickling down my thighs as my mouth swallowed her moans and whimpers, and I slid my fingertips down to her entrance before I filled her with my fingers. She ground down onto them, her body twitching as she lost control of her passions and desires. I felt her pussy walls fluttering around my thick fingers, and she flew over the edge a second time as her ass drained my cock of its juices.

Her muffled sounds vibrated my face as my tongue licked along her cheeks. Her entire body was pulled taut as my dick sat in her ass. My cum started trickling back out of her, settling on my pelvis while she came down from her second orgasm, and the only thing I could smell in our little corner of salacious heaven were the heavy pants of her lust-tinted breath.

“Oh, Foster,” she whispered into my lips.

I gathered her body into my lap before I pulled my dick from between her cheeks. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and I simply held her close while she buried her face into the crook of my neck. I sat there, with my pants around my ankles and her juices soaking my skin, simply reveling in how she felt against my body.

“Come home with me, Ella,” I said.

And I smiled when I felt her nod into my skin.

Epilogue: Ella

One Month Later

 

I swayed my hips on stage as the song I’d arranged fell effortlessly from my lips. Men were drooling and staring, throwing money for me onto the stage while I slowly walked around collecting it. The audience I’d garnered over the past three months provided me with enough income to quit my waitressing job and still have enough to afford the renovations on my apartment. Foster had kept his promise on paying the out-of-pocket difference, and with each lucrative night I had singing I came closer and closer to being able to pay for my dream home outright.

No loans, no debt, no nothing.

Which was especially helpful since I found out that I was pregnant.

I wasn’t showing yet, so I was still able to perform. I had told the owner of the club earlier that evening, and because of my fan base that I created, he was happy to keep me on staff, even after the baby was born.

I had told Foster right after I took my pregnancy test, and to my surprise he was ecstatic about it. I couldn’t believe I was excited as well, but I truly was. I never thought that I wanted kids, until that pregnancy test came back positive. Now it was all I could think about. I was going to start a family with Foster, and I couldn’t be happier.

The song faded to an end and the crowd roared and hollered. I took a small little bow, keeping my mysterious smirk plastered onto my face before I turned around to head offstage. I caught some movement at the corner of the stage, a man with a broad smile and flowers in his hand, and I became excited when I realized it was Foster.

Foster had come to see me perform.

I sauntered offstage before I raced back into the dressing room. I put on my robe before I pushed through the doors, and Foster was there waiting for me in the hallway. I ran to him, a massive smile on my face, and he picked me up and swung me around in his arms before he peppered kisses in the crook of my neck.

“You were fabulous,” he said.

“I take it the roses are for me?” I asked.

“But, of course.”

I took the bouquet from his hands and took a deep sniff of their scent. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt Foster’s arm wrap around my back, then I felt his lips Ella the shell of my ear. I shivered at his touch, becoming weak in the knees as my body leaned into his strength. I was so glad I was done for the night. I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d make it back up onto the stage feeling like this.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” he said.

I got changed quickly and we headed to a late dinner, but I could tell something was on his mind. The car ride was fairly silent even though I tried to fill it with conversation, and it wasn’t until we sat down for dinner that I saw his wall drop. His eyes hung heavily upon mine as I grew nervous in my seat, and for a split second I thought something had happened with the renovations.

The question that flew from his lips, however, stunned me into silence.

“I want you to move in with me,” he said.

I sat there, studying him as the flowers sat on the edge of the table. My mind whirled with all the implications that would mean, but my gut reaction was to smile. Tears pooled around my eyes and I felt my hands beginning to shake, and it took me a second to gather my thoughts before I could give him my answer.

“My condo isn’t even done yet,” I said.

“You could redo my place, if you’d like.”

“I was kind of liking the furnishings you guys were installing in the place. I’m not sure if The Conrad could keep up,” I said, winking.

“You could make it your own. Repaint the walls. Redecorate. Add a nursery. Switch out all the furniture for all I care. Just… move in with me, Ella.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know. I might have to go back and get a good look at the place.”

“You mean you haven’t already?” he asked.

“I’ve gotten a good look at the pillows on your bed,” I said, smirking.

“Fine. We can get our dinner to-go.”

The chef packed up our ordered dinner and we headed back to his apartment. We sailed all the way up The Conrad to the 36th floor before the elevator dumped us out into his home, and immediately I began to clock things I wanted to change.

“There’s just so much… white,” I said. “I’ll get lipstick everywhere.”

“Then change it all to crimson so it blends in,” he said.

“And the gray is so striking. Maybe a mute color, like tan or champagne.”

“Anything you want,” he said behind me.

“And your tub is beautiful, but it doesn’t have jets. We’ll definitely have to replace it with one that has jets.”

“I’ll buy you a fleet of jets if it’ll make you stay,” he said.

“Oh, I don’t want airplanes, Foster,” I said, turning around. “I just want to enjoy relaxing evenings with you, and our child.”

“Does that mean you’ll move in?” He walked towards me, stalking me slowly as my eyes danced between his. I felt my body flush in his wake, rising to attention as my nipples began to harden underneath my bra. His hands slipped around my waist, pulling me close to his raging cock I could feel growing underneath his pants.

I stood on my tiptoes and brought my lips to his before I whispered the answer that would change my life forever.

“I guess so.”

His lips captured mine and my hands flew to his hair. His arms cloaked my back, bending me backwards as the moonlight above the city painted our bodies in its glow. Our tongues danced, licking each other like licks of fire reach for the wind, and suddenly I felt myself being lifted off my feet. In Foster’s arms, I didn’t simply feel beautiful. I felt wanted.

Safe.

Important.

“What’s your opinion of my bed?” he asked.

“I suppose it’s not bad. Though, I might need a second look at the frame. That might need changing.”

“Then why don’t we go take a look at it?” he asked deviously.

“Under one condition.”

“Anything,” he said.

“Never let me go.”

His eyes softened for just a second before his lips lightly landed upon mine. This time, the kiss was less hurried. Less forceful and more sensual. My body keened into his as his arms pulled me closer into his chest, and suddenly I felt my body come alive. I was about to start this new leg of my life with a man I simply couldn’t get enough of.

The words that fluttered from his lips to mine warmed me in ways I’d never experienced before. They solidified for me every choice I’d made in my life up until this point, and they made me more comfortable and excited for the future I was embarking upon. This man had captured every single part of me, and I knew for a fact he would do everything in his power to protect the woman he was cradling into his body.

“You never have to worry about that.”