Epilogue
One Year Later
Lydia
Being in front of a crowd had never been a problem for Lydia; she was used to it in fact. Between her time at Club Zion and the many speeches she’d made over the years to investors and staff, getting onstage was kind of old hat.
However, standing on the platform at the New York Stock Exchange, getting ready to ring the bell for the open of trading on the first day 4U Cosmetics was going public blew all her previous experiences out of the water. Damian stood behind her, his hand on her lower back in a silent show of support.
Her life before Damian seemed like an entirely different world. One that was lonely and dark, even if it hadn’t felt that way at the time. But with him, everything was better. He encouraged and supported her in everything. Offering his advice or expertise when needed and stepping back without the least bit of hesitation when she needed to stand on her own.
Thanks in part to his app, and changes they’d made in their marketing, 4U Cosmetics was set to take over the top-earning cosmetics company within the next five years. And taking her company public would help that a great deal. Big things were on the horizon, and she couldn’t wait to go through every single one with her soul mate at her side.
Reaching behind her, she grasped Damian’s hand in hers and, with her other hand, pressed the button that triggered the loud clanking of the opening bell. The floor erupted in activity, and though there was no way to tell at that moment, every analyst said they expected 4U Cosmetics’ shares to rocket to the top.
Once the fanfare was finished, Lydia turned to Damian and threw her arms around his neck. “We did it, babe!” So much joy and pride surged through her she felt as if she couldn’t contain it all. Needed an outlet for it all. She desperately wanted to drag Damian back to their apartment and fuck on every available surface.
“You did it, Lydia. This is all you. I’m just a glorified coder. The product is you. You deserve every bit of the credit on this.” Damian cupped her face in his hands, the pride practically beaming out of his eyes and warming every bit of her soul.
Leaning forward, Lydia whispered in his ear, “I need you inside me as soon as possible.”
“I can make that happen.” Damian grabbed her hand, and together they sprinted past security in the lobby of the intimidating building. They raced down Wall Street, heading toward the same apartment where they had spent their first night together. It hadn’t taken long for Damian to convince her to move in, and she was all too happy to give up her smaller place. Thankfully, Battery Park wasn’t far from Wall Street, and they were falling from the elevator into the living room within fifteen minutes.
“Clothes off. Now.” Damian grunted his demand, and Lydia complied immediately.
“You too. I want to suck that cock before I let you fuck me.” Once her pristine business suit was thrown aside, she stood in nothing but her high heels.
“Honey, did you just ring the opening bell at the New York Stock Exchange not wearing panties?” Damian’s question came out part awe, part anger. He didn’t like the thought that she walked around other men with no panties on, and she liked to goad that hyper-jealous part of him as much as she could.
“Yes, I did.” Lydia fell to her knees before her man. He was taking too long getting undressed.
While he unbuttoned his dress shirt, Lydia undid his pants and quickly took his dick out, not wasting any time before she shoved it all the way to the back of her throat. Damian groaned and almost fell forward, catching himself at the last minute. “You might be my Angel, but you suck cock like the little slut you really are.”
Lydia tried to smile around his girth, winking up at him as she pulled back to the very tip of his cock. “How does it feel to have the CEO of a publicly traded company on her knees for you?”
“Amazing. But not as good as it’s going to feel to be on my knees for her.” Damian gripped the French twist tightly pinned to the back of her head and began to guide her movements, fucking her face like the rough brute he could sometimes be.
One of her favorite things about their sex life was they could be anyone with each other. She could be the demure Angel who had no control over her own pleasure. He could be the rough Razor who manhandled her. Or they could be Damian and Lydia, lovers who did everything together from business deals to running through the park each morning, to coming simultaneously. Or they could invent new people to be as the mood struck them. Nothing was off limits, as long as it was just the two of them. They were all they needed.
Before he could shoot his cum down her throat, Damian pulled Lydia up to her feet, then picked her up into his arms and carried her to the kitchen island. She gasped as he laid her on the cold granite countertops, quickly followed by a gasp of pleasure as he spread her out and dove face first into her soaked folds.
“We were so rushed this morning I didn’t get my breakfast. You know how cranky I get when the taste of your pussy isn’t on my tongue all day.” He licked her from just above her back entrance all the way up to her clit, circling it with his tongue before plunging it deep into her sopping wet hole. “Love the taste of this cunt. Can’t get enough.”
He dove back in, murmuring sweet nothings to her pussy that Lydia couldn’t hear over her own moans of pleasure. “Damian, please, don’t make me come. I want to come together. Please.”
He protested against her throbbing clit. She knew how much he loved making her come on his face, but she wouldn’t be ignored.
Lydia gripped his hair in both hands, and she pulled his mouth from the juncture of her thighs. She fought a giggle as he glared at her and growled like a dog being pulled away from his favorite bone. “Get your cock inside me and come with me. Together. Right now, I want to come together.”
With a nod, Damian stood to his full height and pulled her to the edge of the counter, shoving his dick inside her in one swift motion. “Jesus, it never gets old, does it? You’ll always feel like heaven to me.”
“Yes, God, please. So good.” She could tell Damian was holding back, trying not to let his barbarian side out, but she wanted that side of him in this moment. Wanted the truest form of who he was beneath the three-piece suits and brilliant mind. Wanted to see him at his basest level. “Let go. Fuck me like the brute you are.”
“You want the devil, my Angel?”
Lydia nodded, a spark of excitement igniting in her chest and spreading like wildfire through her veins. Yes, she wanted her devil man.
An evil glint in his eye, Damian pulled out from her body and flipped her over so that her upper body lay flat on the island. “You asked for it.”
