Page 20 of Surrender Your Heart
The table erupted in claps and approving murmurs. Legend raised his glass too and clinked mine, that heat between us simmering beneath the surface. This wasn’t just business. This was us—writing our names on a whole new lane. And just like that, I knew… Shit was about to get real between us.
As the table gradually melted back into conversations and laughs, I sat in silence, smiling politely but somewhere far awayin my mind. What the hell just happened? I’d walked into this dinner thinking I was just arm candy for the night. That I’d smile, eat something delicious, drink something expensive, and maybe make a little impression on whatever big names Legend was bringing around.
But now? I was being handed the keys to something massive. A whole new empire. A luxury business concept that had already been brewing in his mind, but didn’t feel complete until he sat me beside him. Me. Back home, I was a business owner. A boss. But this? This wasn’t just another project. This was legacy. Luxury. Longevity. And he was trusting me to help shape it. I felt… seen. Empowered. And most definitely scared in the best way possible.
Legend was a different breed. The rarest breed of man I’d ever met. He moved through the world like he’d already conquered it, and maybe he had. But the way he looked at me… spoke to me… pulled me into spaces like I belonged there? He made me feel unstoppable and like I could be just as legendary as him. I bit my lip, overwhelmed by it all.
I needed to call Tyrae ASAP. She was going to lose her shit when I told her. I could already hear her screaming through the phone, asking if I’d lost my damn mind or if I was officially stepping into some Black Madam C.J. Walker meets Boss Bitch 3000 era. And honestly? I might be. This wasn’t just a cute trip. It was a pivot point. A shift. A door I didn’t even know was waiting for me to walk through.
“Too deep in that pretty head again.” I jumped slightly as Legend’s voice brushed against the back of my neck, warm and teasing. He kissed me there—soft and slow—and I closed myeyes, letting the heat of his lips anchor me back to the moment. “Are you ready for dessert?” he murmured against my skin, and I turned slightly to see him holding a small white plate, a decadent slice of tres leches cheesecake with caramel drizzle and toasted coconut.
It looked sinful but not half as sinful as the way he was staring at me. That look. That damn look. Like he could taste me without lifting a finger.
“I asked if you were ready for dessert,” he repeated, holding a small forkful toward my mouth.
I parted my lips slowly, letting him feed it to me. The moment the cheesecake touched my tongue, I moaned a little, but not because of the dessert. Because of him. His fingers brushed my lower lip. His eyes didn’t move. And that smirk… I swallowed and licked the corner of my mouth.
“Fuck this cheesecake,” I said softly, my voice dipped in heat and certainty. He raised a brow. “I want you.”
Legend
T h er i d ef r o mthe beach dinner was quiet. Honey had her hand in mine, her other arm resting lazily over her thigh, head tilted as if trying to process everything I’d just laid on her.
Dinner wasn’t just dinner. I knew I was going to rock her world a bit with the official invitation to my world. To my power. To my fucking empire. And she didn’t flinch or run. She just looked at me with those eyes like maybe, just maybe, she’d been waiting on a nigga to present her with something that finally made sense.
I guided her down a stone path lined with flickering torches. The wind blew just enough to make her dress flutter as we walked. The deeper we went, the quieter it got, and I could see the curiosity in Honey’s face until we reached the spot. Aprivate cove behind the villa with a fire pit burning low, a plush canopy bed on a wooden platform with sheer curtains dancing in the breeze. Anybody walking by could see us and I almost wished they would.
“Damn…” she whispered, stopping beside me. “Legend, this is… perfect.”
I turned to face her, grabbing her jaw with one hand, my thumb pressing under her chin. “I told you this weekend was gonna be different.” Her lips parted, but I didn’t let her speak. I kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue across hers, biting her bottom lip before pulling back just enough to breathe. Then I stepped back and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, eyes locked on hers.
I didn’t say take it off. I didn’t ask if she was ready. I just started peeling her out of that dress that drove me crazy, like it offended me. Like her skin deserved to be touched by nothing but me and this air. “Face down, ass up,” I growled. “In the middle. Now.”
She blinked fast, chest rising, then obeyed by walking slowly and seductively. Fuck. Every ounce of her confidence was on display as she crawled to the bed and arched just right. Her ass round and glistening under the torchlight. Her back curved. Her hands gripping the sheets. My dick jumped as I walked up behind her, no words, just slid my palm down her spine and cupped her pussy from behind. Wet. Already.
“You like when I take charge, don’t you?” She nodded. “Say it.”
“I love this shit,” she whispered. “I love the way you tease me, fuck me, listen to me...mmm… everything.”
I slid two fingers inside, deep and slow. “Say it louder.”
“I loveeeee itttt!!!”
I leaned over, my chest against her back, and whispered in her ear. “I love it too, sweetheart." I took my time. Mouth everywhere. Biting, sucking, praising, and punishing. I tasted her from the back first, my tongue sliding through her folds while she whimpered and shook. Then I flipped her to her back and feasted on her like I’d been starving. No breaks. No sweet talk. Just nasty, wet, filthy devotion.
When her legs shook uncontrollably and her toes curled against my back, I looked up at her. “You gon’ cum like a good girl?”
“Yes, fuck… Legend, please.”
I spat directly on her clit and rubbed it in with my thumb. “Nah, you’re gonna hold that shit.”
Her face contorted. “Please… please, I can’t…”
“You can and you will.” I trailed kisses up her body, my tip resting against her slick entrance, but not sliding in yet. “You want this dick?” I asked low. She nodded rapidly. “This pussy mine from now on?”
“Yes,” Honey panted. “Yessss! God, yes!”
I looked down at her, breath coming fast, eyes glossy, lips parted. She was becoming undone in the most beautiful fucking way. I leaned forward and spat on her pussy again, watching it drip down her folds. Then, I raised her legs over my shoulders. Her breath caught, her hands gripping the sheets, pupils blown wide.
