“Okaaaay!” Orielle whined.
The need he’d told her he had wasn’t a lie. His appetite was insatiable, and now that he heard her singing off and on key, he was satisfied for the moment. When a hand slipped between her legs and she toyed with her clit, Najee knew he was never coming up off of her.
“This pussy so fucking good,” he hissed, with flared nostrils. “You gon’ make it sing to me?”
She nodded before he could complete his sentence. Orielle’s persona may have given off reserved, shy girl vibes, but that pussy wasn’t at all. It was dripping wet, had Najee’s dick in a vice grip, and talking back to him as she took every inch he delivered. When he slowed his strokes down and just let his dick pulse inside her so he wouldn’t nut, Orielle’s heart fluttered.
“You feel this shit?” he asked, eyes locked on hers.
Orielle nodded. She felt it all. Everywhere. Najee grinded slowly with intention, and her eyes rolled, matching the rotation of his hips. There was a tenderness in the way he was loving her body down. Like he only wanted to handle her body with the utmost care. It was too much and everything at once. Orielle came again, this time clinging onto his broad arms, leaving imprints in them from her nails.
“Yeeeees,” she sang into his ear, and Najee shivered.
She repeated it over and over, letting it be known that this was exactly what she wanted. Najee was exactly what she wanted. The slight saltiness of her skin added another flavor to his tongue as he sucked on her neck.
“Mmm. I feel you, baby. Come make a home in this pussy,” she whispered in one ear while rubbing the other. That spot was his weakness.
Had he not been wearing a condom, Najee would’ve done just as he was told. Knowing they both had too much to accomplish, Orielle had better stop talking like that or he would have her pregnant with her feet up, and a rock on her hand. His body stiffened as he came, and he didn’t move immediately. Orielle rubbed his back, and he kissed the side of her head.
“You were just supposed to be dropping me off some food,” she said with a lazy, beyond-satisfied grin.
Najee chuckled. “And look at that, you got some dick for dessert. This was the best delivery I’ve ever made.”
10
“JUST KNOW YOU DESERVE THIS.”
Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the conference room, bouncing off the glossy oak table. Najee’s eyes were locked on a small, detailed carving of the wood while adjusting the sleeves of his suit jacket. To the wandering eye, the movement would’ve indicated that he was nervous, but that was far from the case. He was simply waiting. Listening, while his heart beat a bit quicker because of what was taking place. But he was still calm.
Signing and sealing the contracted partnership with Peace Haven was a full-circle moment. He worked hard to get to where he was today, and nothing had been handed to him. Nor had he randomly gotten lucky. This was his purpose and passion. Seamlessly, they aligned and made room for one of the greatest opportunities.
Ashley and Luke sat across from him. Beside them were two members of the board of commissioners, both of whom had nodded in approval during his presentation last week. Todaywas just a formality, but even still, Najee's palms itched. Not out of fear, but anticipation.
“You good?” Ron leaned over and whispered.
Najee nodded. It was only right that his uncle sat beside him to witness this next journey. Ron had been there from the start, when Echelon Express was just an idea he called him up about years ago. The business wasn’t some overnight success. He’d watched Najee make something out of nothing even when the odds were stacked against him.
It’d been some rough months while Najee was locked up, but Ron never threw in the towel. His nephew had taught him to keep pushing no matter what. After passing the papers around for everyone to sign, Luke slid them across the table toward Najee.
“Everything’s in place. We just need your signature at the bottom of the last page,” Luke said. Beside him, Ashley smiled.
A cameraman was present to capture the moment, and for that, Najee was grateful. He planned to frame one of the images and hang it in his office and give a copy to Joyce because he knew his auntie would want one. Najee glanced down at the final document with his name boldly typed out. The blank line was just waiting for his autograph.
Picking up the pen, he clicked it once and signed with two firm strokes.
“There it is,” Luke said, clapping once. “It’s official.”
“I’m so happy,” Ashley added, smiling warmly. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Drayton. Congratulations.”
The board members stood to shake his hand, and Najee did the same, trying to keep his grin cool, but it fought its way out.
“Thank you all for trusting me and my team. You’re giving Echelon a real chance to make an impact,” Najee said, with a steady tone filled with emotion. “It was never about just being a reliable car service for me. I wanted to try and bridge thegap between where people are and where they’re headed, but in comfort.”
One of the commissioners, a bald older man with thoughtful eyes, nodded slowly. “That’s exactly why we agreed to this partnership. It’s more than business to you, young man. It’s about community. And we see how passionate you are about it.”
“Absolutely, sir. Thank you.”
Najee looked over at Ron, who was smiling proudly.
