Page 24 of Platinum Love: A BWWM Romance

Ben pulls me close for a departing kiss on the cheek, whispering for my ears only, “Kill it.”

I nod, turning on the Preston charm. And in this moment I know Ben is right. I will kill it. I have my father’s blood in my veins and my ride-or-die at my back. I can’t fail.

“Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to Platinum Prestige.”

I start off shaky. My nerves are causing me to forget the details. Then I pretend they are potential clients. What type of services would they need to make their lives, their businesses better?

I stand, talking and walking through my presentation, making eye contact with each of them, and that’s when I notice the presentation folders in front of them. Ben thought of everything.

I’m in my zone. Who would have thought I’d be a businesswoman, a real boss? Gotdamn if cupid and fate ain’t some geniuses.

I finish strong with one person on my mind.

Ben Abbott.

BEN

An hour later, the meeting adjourns. S&J is open, and I’m handling business while my woman makes the presentation of her life.

“Thank you.”

I turn and see happiness written all over her beautiful face. “You’re welcome. How’d it go?” I’m making her a frozen strawberry-mango margarita, her favorite, and she recounts the meeting.

“They want to invest.”

“What?” I pause. “Jo, I knew you’d do it.”

“No, we did it.”

I smile at her, knowing I helped, but it’s all her. Hunter is growing before my eyes, and I’m proud of her. I pass the drink.

“Can you take a break before you head out to get Zoe?” I glance at my watch. She knows our schedule like her own.

“Yeah, let’s head back. Mario, you got it?” He nods, and I grab my lady’s hand taking her to my small office. I rarely use it. I prefer sitting at the tables in the open bar. I close the door, and her hands are unfastening my pants. “What are you doing?”

“Stop talking. We don’t have time to talk.”

I push up her skirt, brushing my fingers up her legs, looping my fingers around her thong. I snap the fabric, and her sweet sigh is all I need to drop to my knees. I nuzzle the inside of her thighs, anchoring her against the wall with her ass in my hands. The excitement from today coupled with her sweet smell has me hungry. I devour her, drowning in her taste.

“Jo, baby, you can’t scream.” I smile lashing my tongue across her clit. My Jo is loud, and I love it. And I love her. This realization has my cock ready to be inside her.

Condom on, I plunge into her wet paradise, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Fuck.”

She swallows my words. I will never get enough of her. Never. Her walls squeeze, and I know she’s about to holler and I want to hear it. The only one who matters is my Jo. So I increase the rhythm, loving the bounce of her breasts in my face. She meets me stroke for stroke. Let me see how she handles this.

I pull out, and her eyes open in rage. “What the—”

“Turn around.” I place her hands on the desk and take us home with wild fury, sending us over the edge together. The power and connection are unmatched.

She turns pulling me to her, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jo.”

My entire body warms. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She’s panting.

“Did you hear what I said?” I laugh. I had no intentions of doing it now, but I know it’s right. Why wait? Time waits for no man or woman, and I want Jo in my life. Always.

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