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Envy and jealousy grew inside of him at the thought of a faceless man getting to taste all of the decadent sweetness that she possessed.

“I’m staying a little longer because of that meeting I mentioned before,” she said. “We can have a little more time if you’re okay with that.” Her lips brushed lightly against his chest. His cock thickened at the nearness of her. It was her though. The scent of her and the memory of the taste of her pussy on his tongue that had him growing painfully aroused again.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

More time with her? Hell, he’d take it. He nodded and rolled her over. Her legs immediately opened for him. He lined up his cock and thrust deep inside her. Their simultaneous groans filled the air. Her slick sheath welcomed him, fitting tight around him.

He was going to take advantage of having more time with her. He wanted to make sure that she never forgot him.

ten

Imani Bishop was a calculating woman. When she set her mind on something she wanted, she went after it. There would be nothing stopping her from obtaining the object of her desires—and what she wanted was Wilheim Rusek.

“When did this all happen?” Mykeisha screeched on the phone. Imani grinned as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was the night of the formal and she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Apparently, Will had shared with his brother that they had been intimate, who in turn had told Kizzie, which had now resulted in a three way call with Kizzie and Mykeisha.

“I was shocked when Niko told me, but then again, I’m not. Imani is gorgeous and successful. What man could resist her?” Kizzie giggled. Imani rolled her eyes, but Kizzie was right. What kind of manwouldbe able to hold back from her? Imani was confident in her looks and with her body. Will had certainly loved what he’d seen since the first moment they had met.

When he’d brought up the ‘no relationships,’ she’d called his bluff. . The moment she’d mentioned going back to Atlanta, something had flashed in his eyes. The way that man had fucked her afterward had left them both exhausted, and they’d falleninto a deep sleep with their limbs entangled. Imani had been late the next day to her conference. Thankfully, she hadn’t had to present anything that morning. After the conference wrapped, they spent the rest of the day together with her staying at his place again. He’d dropped her off at the hotel the following morning so she could get prepared for the formal event.

“Don’t read too much into it,” Imani said. She administered her setting spray to her face and then stepped back to admire the result. She had gone to Kizzie’s hairdresser earlier and her hair looked like a million bucks. She ran her comb through it and the long dark strands fell in waves around her shoulders. “According to Will he doesn’t do relationships.”

Imani’s eyes automatically rolled as the words fell from her lips. Will didn’t know she was stubborn and always got what she wanted—and she was going to get her man.

“Oh, boy. Niko was the same way. It has something to do with their upbringing,” Kizzie said softly. Imani froze in place. She had wondered if there was something to his past by the way his demeanor changed when she tried to ask him about certain things. “Their parents were horrible,” Kizzie continued. “Abuse, drugs, and alcohol were involved. I’m just thankful that Will was able to leave and provide a home for him and Niko. If they’d stayed, there’s no telling what would have happened to them. They were so young and shouldn’t have had a life like that. Niko is such a great father. He wants to be everything his father wasn’t for him.”

Imani’s heart softened at the thought of a young Will having to take care of his brother. She assumed the two were close. Will’s face always lit up when he spoke of Niko or his nephew Kylen. The Rusek brothers had a special bond, and now she understood what he had meant when he’d said it had just been him and his brother. They hadn’t had a choice. They had only survived through turmoil because they had each other.

This made Imani even more determined. Did he think because of his parents, he didn’t deserve happiness and love? She paused.Did she love Will?It was too soon to tell, but she certainly had feelings for him. She wanted to be around him. She wanted to learn all about him. She wanted to know what made him smile, what his favorite foods were. And she especially wanted to spend lazy Sundays in bed with him doing nothing but exploring each other's bodies.

“Did y’all see Mandy’s most recent blog?” Mykeisha asked. Imani groaned at her friend’s infatuation with this online blogger.The Lunchtime Dish with Messy Mandywas popular, but Imani didn’t follow her. “Imani’s situation fits with it so perfectly. She was just talking about how in this day in age women need to go after men they feel areworthyof their presence.”

“I saw that one,” Kizzie exclaimed. “It was a really great read. It was refreshing to see how she talked about women needing to know their worth and pursuing men who are their equals. I hate when I see all these men online talking about how high valued men need submissive women. Mandy’s take was perfect.”

“Not you, too,” Imani laughed. She hadn’t known Kizzie was a fan of the drama loving gossip columnist. Imani was always kept up to date on the gossiper’s latest posts from Mykeisha, but to know Kizzie had gotten caught up in it too? Ridiculous.

“Yeah. I was a closet fan for a long time, but I’m out now,” Kizzie laughed. Imani glanced down at her phone and saw the time. It was almost time for Will to arrive. She wanted to be dressed when he showed up. She was excited to think of her man—yes, shewasclaiming him—in his tuxedo.

“Well, ladies, Idohave to go. I need to finish getting dressed because Will’s going to be here soon,” she said. She picked up her phone and headed into the bedroom. Her dress hung in the closet while her heels were positioned on the floor by the bed.

“You have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Mykeisha said. Imani snorted thinking of how her friend had ditched her and Carla at their alumni weekend for her now husband Nash. They were supposed to do it up that weekend and party it up like the old days when they were undergraduates at the Ohio State University. Instead, Mykeisha disappeared and was with Nash the entire time, leaving Carla and Imani to run wild. Not that Imani was mad at the woman. It had been a long time coming and the two were meant for each other. “Or, matter of fact, girl, do what I did. Snag your man!”

“Seriously if you want him, snag him,” Kizzie chimed in. “Will is a good guy. He’s absolutely wonderful with Kylen. My son loves his uncle. Don’t listen to him. He’s as stubborn as his brother, if not more.”

“Don’t worry, ladies. I got this.” Imani had to promise to keep them both updated with what happened between her and Will, and the big meeting she had next week before they let her off of the call. She tossed her phone on the bed and went over to the closet to retrieve her dress. It was a beautiful design that was sexy and alluring. The silky gold material would complement her very well. It had a plunging neckline that would put her girls on display. It was form fitting and would show all of the curves Imani was blessed with.

This dress was a man catcher, and by the time the night was over, Will was going to be hers.

Will couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off of Imani. The moment he first saw her in the dress, he’d been speechless. It hugged every curve he had come to know intimately. He didn’t think she had a bra on, and that alone was driving him crazy. The straps of the dress crossed in the back, leaving her smooth brown skin exposed. Once they had arrived to the ballroom, he had taken notice of how men watched her as she moved around. Imani was hands down the most beautiful woman there.

And she was withhim.

He had no problem meeting the gaze of each man she’d introduced him to. For some reason when she’d used the term ‘friend’ when referring to him, it grated on his nerves.

Will walked alongside her as she navigated her way through the hotel ballroom. Just as he figured, there were quite a few bike enthusiasts who had heard of Precision Motors and tonight may lead to new business for the shop. He and Niko were in the process of expanding to keep up with their clientele and if they played their cards right, they’d soon have a second shop up and running.

Imani’s company had spared no expense when it came to decorating for this event. The lavish decor, live band, and the open bar were a great way to end a conference. Everyone was dressed to impress and the atmosphere was entertaining and light.

“Tom, how are you?” Imani paused to speak to a few men who stood near an ice sculpture. . The man in question turned at the sound of his name. He was a few inches shorter than Will, and was a little older with gray strands at his temples. The men speaking with Tom drew silent. Tom’s eyes fell on Imani and swept over her in a way that had Will narrowing his eyes on the man. He knew the look; it was that of a man who was interestedin what he saw. Will quickly observed the group and they all had the same look in their eyes. Will moved closer to Imani and rested a casual hand on her waist.

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