Page 23 of Surrender to Me

“You smell like vanilla and sin,” he murmured, dragging his oiled hands down my back, over my ass, down my thighs.

I sighed, eyes fluttering closed, my body relaxed and pliant under his touch. “Feels good as hell,” I admitted.

He continued massaging the oil into my skin with slow, deep strokes, his strong hands working me like he was still pulling pleasure from my body.

“It’s supposed to,” he said, kneeling beside me on the bed, dragging his lips up my spine. My body melted as my eyelids grew heavier. Legend kissed my shoulder, his smirk pressing against my skin. “Get some rest, beautiful.”

I exhaled, sinking into the bed, already slipping into the best sleep of my life.

Iwoke up feeling satisfied in ways I never thought possible on top of being well-rested. My body felt loose, warm, and relaxed but the deep ache between my thighs served as a reminder of exactly what Legend had done to me. I stretched against the cool sheets and then the smell hit me. Sausage. Butter. Maple syrup. Coffee.

My stomach growled instantly, the undeniable pull of hunger waking me up fully. But before I could even get up, I heard Legend’s voice. That deep, smooth, and unbothered tone as he talked business on the phone. I furrowed my brows, listening.

“Nah, I need that fucking wire sent by noon.”

A pause.

“Yeah, double it. And make sure the contracts are in order before I sign off.”

Another pause, then a low, satisfied chuckle.

“You know I don’t like mistakes. Handle that shit.”

I bit my lip, curious, intrigued, and completely unashamed that I was eavesdropping. The way he sounded so in control and powerful like he had an entire empire in the palm of his hand and the world bent to his will.

I sat up, wrapping myself in the plush white sheets, and padded barefoot toward the doorway, following the scent of food as I’d done before. When I stepped into the kitchen, I nearly lost my breath. Legend was at the stove again. Only this time, he was naked and beautiful. His dark, tattooed skin stretched over powerful muscles, his back flexing with every movement.

And that damn devil dick was hanging heavy. I swallowed hard, my thighs clenching involuntarily. As if he could feel my eyes on him, he glanced over his shoulder, his full lips tilting into that knowing, lazy smirk before he winked. I exhaled sharply, my breath catching in my throat, but before I could say anything, he motioned toward me with his free hand.

Then, still holding the phone to his ear, he mouthed, “Take it off.”

I narrowed my eyes, playfully rolling them, clutching the sheets tighter around me. Legend arched a dark, daring brow, still stirring the eggs, still talking big money business like he wasn’t over here demanding I be naked.

“Yeah, I’ll approve the transfer, just get it done.” Then, looking directly at me, he mouthed again, “Now.”

I huffed out a soft, amused breath, knowing damn well he wouldn’t let this go. So, slowly, deliberately, teasingly, I let the sheets drop to the floor, standing completely naked in his kitchen.

Legend’s eyes flicked over me, pleased. Then, still smirking, he gestured for me to take a seat at the island. “Aight bet. Send me the final numbers, I’ll look over them.”

I shook my head, biting back a smile, and sat down at the island, watching as he plated up breakfast like he hadn’t just made me strip naked while he probably closed a multi-million-dollar deal. After another few minutes, he finally hung up, setting his phone on the counter and pouring us both mimosas.

“You enjoy the show?” he smirked, handing me a glass.

I lifted a brow, taking a sip. “You’re crazy.”

“And yet, you still listened to me.”

“You’re impossible to ignore.” I scoffed, beginning to eat the maple sausages and the perfectly cooked, buttery pancakes.

Legend chuckled, taking a seat beside me, watching me as I dug into my food. We ate in comfortable silence for a moment before I finally asked the question burning in my mind. “I gotta ask you something."

Legend tilted his head. “I was waiting for it.”

Setting my fork down, I finally asked, “Do you do...this...often? This whole… experience. The ‘let me throw money at your dreams and blow your back out in the process’ experience.”

His smirk deepened but there was something deeper behind his eyes. “You don’t believe me when I say your ass is special, do you?”

I exhaled, shrugging slightly. “I just… I’m not stupid, Legend. You clearly have money. Access. You could have any woman. Hell,everywoman. So, tell me. Please.”

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