Page 30 of Hostile Takeover

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

I have the best job on the planet.

Epilogue

Brandon

Ten Years Later…

Ican’t believe it’s already been ten years with my angel. Kyra and I are celebrating our ten-year anniversary today. It’s really been eleven years since we’ve been together, but it’s been ten years married. I’ve never understood why people only count those years, as if our first year dating wasn’t as amazing as the married years have been. It’s all been incredible with this perfect woman.

We’ve had three children together—a girl and twin boys.

Kyra is an even better mother than she is a CEO, and that’s saying a lot. She’s grown the beauty-related side of The Hammerhead Group into the most profitable division of the portfolio with her unique vision for the industry. Women all over the world have responded to her ingenious marketing and unique products, and a firehose of cash has erupted into our company bank accounts. We’re as profitable as ever thanks to her.

I’m so proud of her. She’s the most amazing person I know.

Even if she is running a little late for our date…

The kids are with their great aunt Linda and her hunky new husband Finlay for the night, so we have the whole night to ourselves.

I made reservations at the five-star French restaurant down the street, I’m in a sexy new suit, and I have a wrapped-up diamond necklace to give her. All I’m missing is her.

I pull out my phone to send her a text. She’s supposed to meet me in the office at seven. It’s seven fifteen and I’m the only one here. All of the lights are off in the building, except for the lamp on my desk.

Where are you?

Outside your office, Mr. Raven. Are you going to punish me for being late?

A grin hits my lips when I see my beautiful wife step into the dark doorway of my office in a trench coat.

“Are you ready for our meeting?” she whispers in a sensual voice as she lets her coat fall open.

My chest tightens when I see the sexy black lingerie on her body. It’s the same one from all those years ago. From the very first time I claimed her hot little cunt as my own.

She looks as sexy as ever.

“Come in, Miss Black,” I say in a deep authoritative voice. “And close the door.”

She struts in, bumps the door closed with her hip, and then locks it.

I’m breathing heavily—my cock a steel rod running down my leg—as I watch her peel off the coat and toss it onto a chair.

No one has ever gotten me going like this woman can. She’s always had some kind of magical spell on me. I’mmesmerizedby her.

“Come here,” I say as I stand up with my heart pounding. Fire is searing through my veins as she approaches.

She’s strutting through my office on stiletto heels, swaying her ass with every seductive step. I love her body so much. Every curve, every mark from her two pregnancies, every scar, every inch. I’mobsessedwith it all.

But of course, I have one part that’s my favorite.

She gasps as I bend her over my desk with a forceful hand and then cup her hot sex.

“Who’s cunt is this?” I growl.

Her wet lips part as she looks up at me with a fire in her eyes. “It’s yours, Mr. Raven. What are you going to do to it? What are you going to do to your hot little pussy?”

I growl as I step up behind her and pull out my hard cock.

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