Dawn's Pov

"I don't get why you work so hard." My blonde best friend, Becky who'd stepped into the office just a few minutes, chipped, spinning her chair around with a pen between her spicy red lips.

"I get paid to work." I pointed out, my eyes glued to my computer screen.

I worked at the consultation department in one of the rookie companies in Newburg and my position as a canvasser was certainly not my dream job but it was worth the while.

You'd think that marrying a millionaire would make me a sturdy housewife but I loved to work and I wanted to make a living based on my own merit. Sure David wasn't okay with that decision. In fact, we'd fought about it a couple of times but he usually conceded when I promised to let him tie me up and do me dirty.

A primal feeling bloomed in my chest as my mind replayed the last time he'd tied me up to the bed and marred my ass with spank marks, so much so that I couldn't sit properly for days.

The rush had been incredible and I could never forget how he made me spread my legs, touch myself, and masturbate for him. I could never forget how he plundered my mouth, ravaged my tits, and roughed up my pussy with his hand tongue, playtoys, and the most intoxicating of all, his-

"You're married to a billionaire," Becky's words snapped me out of my reverie. "You should be in luxury right now, not working your butt off for fifty thousand bucks every month."

"Millionaire." I corrected "David is a millionaire and keep your voice down will you."

She shrugged and spun her chair around again. "Millionaire, billionaire it all sounds the same to me. My point is; if I was married to a millionaire I'd be in the Bahamas right now, sitting on the beach and getting my spa treatment done."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "And that explains why you're still a single mother."

She chuckled softly. "Sorry to burst your bubbles but I actually enjoy being single. Last night, after I put gigi to bed early, I went up to my neighbor's door with my lucky robe and the usual can I borrow your salt shaker technique and it worked like magic." She leaned in. "Fair advice, never joke with a black man's cock. It'll hit the G of all spots."

I scrunched my nose, feigning disgust. "Oh my God, I feel so sorry for your daughter."

She shrugged a shoulder and waved me off. "Accept it. Being single is way cooler and by far better than having to deal with mother-in-law drama."

Irritation spiked in my veins. "Speaking of mothers-in-law." A gush of air left my lips. "Amanda is in town."

Her brows jumped up with interest. "Is she back to torture your life and make it a living hell?"

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, dreading the case she was making. "Yes, and I'm supposed to attend this charity event and try to get along with her. I mean, how am I supposed to pretend like she didn't try to set up a blind date for David even though we were married or like she didn't pepper spray my face, mistaking me for a thief in my own house?"

"She did that?!" Becky doubled over and released a burst of boisterous laughter that made curious heads turn our way, and maybe if I wasn't in such a horrid state of dilemma, I would have found it comical enough to laugh too, but I was.

"It's not funny." I scowled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said, but I could clearly see laughter dancing in her eyes. "I think you need to calm down and just breathe, it's clear she's just overprotective and doesn't want someone ripping off her son's wealth."

"Do I look like a gold digger?" I frowned. "Everything I own I worked for it."

"You don't really have to like her, it's only for tonight so get along for David's sake. Just do what you do best. Smile, nod, and pretend like she doesn't exist."

I parted my lips to speak but before I could get a word out, Gorge, the manager walked by, no doubt wanting to stick his nose in what was assuredly not his business.

"Why is it that you ladies do nothing but gossip and talk?"

"Morning Gorge." I greeted with a tight smile.

"What's so great about the morning?" he snorted. "You, Dawn, I need a favor." He slapped a pile of paperwork in front of me. "I need you to sort the stock market papers and send them to the fax machine."

"Alright." I smiled.

"Great. I'll be expecting it soon." He said and walked away.

***

The rest of the day passed in a blur right after that. Minutes turn to hours, hours to more hours, and by six, I was home.

I waxed my legs, sorted out my dress, rolled my hair up in hot rollers so they curled, did my make up, and now, standing against the full-length mirror, I ran my hands down my smooth curves, examining the tight fitted red dress I had on- courtesy of my dear friend, Becky who thought it was a nice idea to dress like Roxy the stripper just so spite my mother in law.

I turned to the side and nodded my head impressively. The dress hugged my every curve and showed off the perfect amount of skin. It was flawless.

I picked up my stud earrings, just about fixing them in my ear when David whistled his way out of the bathroom and stopped short when his eyes landed on me.

They stayed that way for a moment.

"How do I look?" I turned around nervously and asked, not sure of his take on it since he was giving nothing away. "Do you think it makes me look too skinny?" I added, a little paranoid. "Is it too short?"

I bit my lip, desperate for his reply but in response, he walked up to me and stole his arm around my waist. "You look beautiful, my love." He mumbled, his hand caressing my feminine curve, just enough to distract me from the hard pound of flesh pressing against my stomach.

I smiled, relieved. "The dress is incredible, isn't it?"

"It's not the dress. It's the woman in it."

I placed my arm over his shoulder. "Thank you, David."

"You don't need to thank me for saying the truth." His thumb brushed my lower lip. "You are beautiful and look absolutely stunning in anything you wear." His mouth followed the trail of his thumb and I felt the vibrations from his growl as conquered the depths of my mouth, making my body ache.

"David..." I breathed when he gripped my hips tight. "We shouldn't keep your parents waiting."

"One more hour will do them no harm." He whispered, kissing my mouth, then my cheeks, then my neck, and he moved lower, exploring my body, from my shoulders to the tip of my cleavage. He teased it first, running his tongue along the tip, tasting my skin. And then he grasped the hem of my dress between his teeth, pulling and pulling and pulling until one breast popped free.

I gasped sharply. "You're going to ruin my dress."

He gave me his famous bad boy grin as he lowered his head and gave my nipple a hard suck.

I grasped the edge of the table as my entire body arched back. "Oh, my God..."

He didn't stop. He sucked harder, licked, nibbled, tugged, all the while doing ruins to my skin with his hands that moved teasingly up my legs, pushing my dress up, exerting just enough pressure on my thighs to spread them open. Wide enough for him to see that I was bare.

"You're clean?"

I nodded, desperate for what would come next.

"And the pill?"

"I took it already."

He smiled. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." He pulled me away from the table, spun me around, and pressed his hand on my back so I bent over it. "You look so pretty when you arch for me like this." He slapped my ass and squeezed the flesh firmly. "I could fuck you like this all day." His hand descended on my ass cheek one more time and I moaned, aching for more. 

"David, please..." I begged, gyrating against his erection in a plea. "Do it already."

"You don't have to tell me twice." He squeezed my hip and without warning, plunged into me so deep that a cry forced its way out of my lungs and tore through my mouth.

"Holy—" My toes curled and my fingers clenched my table and I swear to God I just saw stars.

He slid back out and entered me, one hand gliding down my back. "Arch for me."

Panting, I did as he'd said. I rested my chest fully on the table and pushed my ass up in the air.

"Perfect..." He muttered and I felt every inch of his cock as he thrust out and back into me, creating a steady rhythm. God, I was so full it was hard to breathe properly. "I'm going to move hard now, love, take me." He moved just like he'd said, but this time he didn't stop. He fucked me hard, pounding into me so harshly that I thought I might black out. He did it again and again until we both succumbed to desire and poured out the evidence of our heated passion.