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13. Sterling

CHAPTER 13

Sterling

I have to get ready for the party, so I step into the shower under the warmth of the triple showerhead. Erotic images of Ayana fill my brain. I reach for the body wash and squeeze it into the palm of my hand. I slowly lather my body from head to feet before grabbing my growing erection. I close my eyes and let the sexy memories of us together stroke the fire burning inside for her.

Fuck. I can almost feel Ayana sliding her slick tight pussy down on my shaft. Her eyes are veiled with lusty desire as she grinds down, and I stroke upward. I let out a guttural groan. The imagery is surreal as I imagine Ayana swiveling her hips and impaling herself on me harder and faster.

“Sterling, I want you in my mouth,” I hear her say in a sultry voice.

Fuck. I allow her to slide down my body and take me into her hot mouth. She licks the length of my erection with her tongue, and I almost lose it when she swirls her tongue around my sensitive head. She is simultaneously moving her hand and mouth up and down my dick. My hips buck up to push further down her throat.

Shit. I run my hands through Ayana’s hair and tug at it. “You’re so beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”

Ayana twists her wrist back and forth as she continues to bob up and down my shaft. The gentle pressure adds to the pleasure, and Ayanna takes me deeper and begins deep-throating me. Tears run down her pretty face. I feel her bountiful breasts bouncing against my thighs as she looks up at me, and I find myself falling and falling.

Every muscle in me tightens and I grunt, stroking faster and faster. I can see white cum spilling from her sweet mouth and dripping down between her breasts. But in reality, hot cum fills my hands and goes down the shower drain as I imagine being with her.

L ater that night at the party I reach over the shiny black marble and thank the bartender. The whiskey's brown liquid swishes in the short glass as I bring it to my mouth, reveling in the pungent smell of the single malt and the burning sensation down my throat. Maybe it'll help settle my nerves sizzling with impatience. I press my lips and grunt before scanning the ballroom filled with finely dressed employees under rows of large crystal chandeliers. Where the hell is Ayana? My heart swells with something akin to ownership at the thought of her. I’m getting more brutal with my demands on her workload daily. I lie awake at night thinking of different ways to get under her skin so I can get between her succulent thighs again. The woman occupies my thoughts to the point of sleep deprivation. When I close my eyes at night, I imagine her on top of me, my dick submerged in her wetness. I envision Ayana riding me until she cums all over my erection. I think about having her in so many positions during the workday too.

Damn, Ayana isn't just beautiful to look at. She's classy even when she has every right to tell me to go to hell. I would do just that, but my only request is I get to have my ten inches of steel buried in her heat to the hilt. Ayana's endless curves drive me insane with lust. In my mind, I map the brown column of her neck down to her delicate neckline. Don't get me started on her boobs. They are full and lush and more than enough to fill my hands.

It doesn't go unnoticed how her nipples push against the fabric of her clothing whenever she's around me. I crave to caress every inch of her soft womanly curves.

When I'm not thinking about Ayana's luscious pussy, or the slight dip of her waist and the rounded curve of her fine ass, I'm thinking about her full lips wrapped around my dick or the way her warm brown eyes turn fiery whenever I do something to piss her off.

I have it bad for Ayana, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I take a sip of whisky, not really listening to the conversation around me. My stare is intent on the doorway. What the hell could be keeping her?

I glance at my Rolex. It's 8:45, and she's not here. She better not be a no-show, and she sure as hell better not show up with a man. I will murder him where he stands .

I gulp down more whiskey and walk to the bar area for another one. An antsy, irritable feeling grows within me. I need Ayana here. Now. It will piss me the fuck off if she deprives me of mind fucking her like usual.

Last night, I jerked off in the shower thinking about how she glares at me when she thinks I'm not looking. I also notice the furious pinch of her mouth whenever Lux is around me. And I love it. The closer I push Ayana to the edge, the faster she can be in my bed for good.

Thoughts of Ayana and the classy way she carries herself fill my thoughts. Her strength and intellect turn me on just as much as her curvy frame. Her quick wit adds fuel to my fire.

"Great party." Bill, the head of the media department, sidles up next to me bringing me out of the heated memory from my shower last night and back to the real world.

"Ahem, thanks, Bill," I reply and then feel a sudden tightening in my gut and along my spine.

I sense Ayana has entered the room without even seeing her. I just do. The electricity traveling over my body has me lifting and turning my head towards the doorway. And the source of my existence stands in all her beauty.

My breath halts in my throat. My heart slams against my chest. My dick presses against my zipper. Fuckkkk. I need to keep it together, but her loveliness enthralls me. She is beautiful in her work attire, but tonight she is a vision in her short clingy black dress. The Vee in her neckline plunges and lies against her plump breasts. My mouth waters with each step she takes. I let loose an inward groan.

"Your assistant is gorgeous.” Bill chuckles. “Too bad you have that no fraternizing policy in place." I turn to Bill, and he gives me a knowing look.

My father would've been around Bill's age had he been alive. He's treated me not only like an employer but like a son during the years he's worked for me. So, I don't waste my time bullshitting him.

I swish the whiskey in my glass. "Damn, am I that transparent?

"Not only you. Look at how the other men look at her and the woman she's with. Besides my wife, Stella, they are the most beautiful women in the room."

My eyes slide to the pretty woman at Ayana's side. I didn’t even notice the other woman’s presence before now. I clench my free hand and tighten the grip on my glass at the sight of other men staring at Ayana.

I'm itching to punch everyone for staring at the beautiful vision before me. However, I also have the urge to go caveman on her ass by throwing her over my shoulder, finding the nearest bedroom and fucking her senseless.

I take another sip of whiskey as she and the woman she's with makes their way farther into the room. The hem of the dress clings around her brown thighs. I would love to kiss and lick my way up those soft thighs.

Suddenly our gazes meet, and her perfectly arched brows crease into a furrow. Ayana's smile on her red, plump, painted lips disappears. I can tell she isn't happy to see me.

As if on cue, Lux walks up to Bill and me.

I glance at Ayanna when she stops and sits at the bar's lower end. Her scowl deepens as she glares between Lux and me.

"Excuse me," I say to Bill and Lux and make my way over to Ayana.

"Wait. I need to talk to you privately," Lux calls out to my back.

I ignore her. I have one sole purpose, and that's to talk with Ayana.

She stares at me when I sit beside her on the barstool.

"Hey."

She scans the room, avoiding my stare.

"Hello, I'm Shayla,” the pretty woman says. “I'm Ayana's best friend. She's more like a sister to me, really. You must be Ayana's boss, and I guess mine too. I work at Mid-tech, the company you took over.”

"Ah, I see. Well, it's nice meeting you, Shayla. I hope you don't mind if I steal Ayana for a moment. I need to discuss a business matter with her."

"That's up to Ayana." Shayla glances at her friend, then back at me with an unsmiling face. I detect her friend doesn't like me very much.

"I thought this party was all about fun. That is the email I received that you had Lux, your beloved assistant to send out,” Ayana says.

I grin at the dry sarcasm of her voice.

"Well, you're my assistant too. Party or not, I need your opinion on something.”

Ayana bites her lip as if to keep in a retort. Finally, she turns to her friend and says, "I won't be long." She stands and follows me out of the room.

I lead her to a balcony through a set of double doors. The night is pleasant. Autumn leaves crunch under our feet as we walk into the cool night and the edge of the balcony. The balcony is dimly lit, but the cloudless starry night adds additional light. Even in the dimness of the cloudless, starry night, I can see the displeasure on Ayana's face. I hate to upset her more, but I want her so badly at this point, I’ll do anything necessary to make her mine.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Ayana asks in a breathy voice.

I delight in how her full lips part. I'm fucked. I want Ayana, and I need her to like me enough to quit. But instead, she watches me with a mixture of anger and disdain.

The desire for her rushes through my veins, and my heart rate increases. She must be mine one way or the other. My plan has to work.

"I want to show you something."

She tilts her head and squints at me. "What do you want to show me?"

I reach inside my front suit pocket and retrieve a small flat box. Ayana's gaze follows my movement as I flip the box open.

"Do you like it?" I ask, showing her the glittering symmetrical pattern of diamonds and gemstones of the bracelet connected by a thin white gold chain.

She gasps and glances back up to me. "Of course, I like it." Her fingers trace along the precious diamonds. "It's beautiful! What woman wouldn't like it?"

“That's great to know. I'm presenting it to Lux tonight for a job well done." I snap the box close and replace it in my suit pocket.

The smile that was blossoming on Ayana's mouth slips away. Disappointment settles in her stare.

Then, she turns without one word, and I watch the sight of the woman I've fallen in love with walk away. I feel like a total ass, but I am confident she will be mine. Sooner rather than later, I will do anything to make things right.

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