Page 27 of Surrender Your Heart
You need to let the driver take you around. That’s what he’s being paid for, sweetheart.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, already grabbing my keys.
I like driving. Let me still do the little things while I can. I've got 3 more months before I’ll be stationary for a while.
He replied:
I’ll allow it, but if you take one wrong turn, I’m on you bad.
I laughed the whole way to my car. Sliding in, I adjusted the seatbelt under my belly and let my playlist take over. And on that ride home, baby, my whole life played in my head like a film.
The island. That first deep stroke. His hands on my neck. His voice in my ear. That business dinner where he changed my whole life, again. And the past year of being protected, prioritized, and pleased on a level I didn’t even know existed. Legend made it safe to be soft, and I’d never felt more powerful.
When I pulled into the long, curved driveway of our gated mansion, the sun was setting behind the trees, casting gold across the black-on-black Range and the G-Wagon parked out front. I stepped out, keys in hand, purse on shoulder.
I walked in through the grand foyer, greeted by the soft scent of eucalyptus candles and a faint trail of smoke. Slipping out of my heels at the door, I padded down the hallway and into the lavish basement. His man cave was covered in dark wood walls, a huge TV playing ESPN on mute with low trap music in the background. A glass of something dark was beside him on the end table as he sat on the sectional smoking.
His eyes found mine instantly, but he didn’t speak. He just raised one hand and motioned for me to come to him. The look he gave made my knees weak and my pussy flutter as I walked over. He was still on the call, but his hand slid around to the back of my thigh, dragging me close until he could raise my fitted dress and press his lips to my protruding stomach.
“Yeah, I heard you,” he said into the phone, one hand palming my bump, the other sliding up the inside of my thigh. “I’m flying out next week, so be ready because when I get back to the city, I’m on pause for a minute.” His eyes never left mine as he ended the call. “How was your day?” He asked, voice low, heavy with that same BDE that stayed on my neck.
“It was good, babe. And yes, I ate lunch.” I chuckled, knowing he was about to ask. Trying to regulate.
He smirked and pulled me into his lap. My arms slid around his neck as I sank into him. “You know I gotta make sure you're good, baby,” he said, rubbing slow circles over my belly. “Both of y’all.”
Yup. I was pregnant. Six months exactly. The day I found out I was pregnant, it didn’t shock either of us. Legend just looked at me with that calm, knowing smirk like he’d already felt it coming. And truthfully… I had too. My body had shifted, myspirit slowed, and the love between us had deepened in a way that made space for something more. We didn’t rush for gender reveals or balloon bullshit either. We wanted to be surprised and just let life show us what we’d created together, on its own time.
I leaned forward and kissed his lips. “We’re good. Always. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” One arm wrapped around my waist while the other slid under my thighs as he lifted me up. “Now that you’re home,” he murmured against my lips, “I can finally make sure you’re settled in properly.”
I laughed, head falling to his shoulder. And as we got upstairs and he peeled off my clothes, laying me down, I let myself pause and breathe it all in.
Our new agency—It's Like Honey—was official. Legend handled the security and network. I handpicked every woman on our roster, sat through branding meetings until the fonts, color palette, and messaging matched the level of luxury we promised. I oversaw the entire rollout from the private client onboarding process to the encrypted booking app Legend had built for discretion. Every detail had my fingerprint on it. It was indescribable. We built this shit. Together.
“You doing it again,” he said, voice smooth, deep, with that slight edge. “Get outta your head, baby.”
I blinked, breath catching. “Shut up.” When I looked down, heart still thudding from the way he saw through me like always… he was holding something small. Something black. Velvet. The box was open, and inside sat the most ridiculous, disrespectful, beautifully cut pear-shaped diamond ring I’d everseen. Big, bold, iced the fuck out. Just like him. “Legend…” I whispered.
He didn’t even flinch. He just lifted his eyes to mine and said, “Let’s make this shit real.”
And that was it. I damn near jumped into his arms, screaming “Yes!” louder than I meant to, tearing up and laughing and smacking his chest like I couldn’t believe this man.
He caught me with one arm around my waist, the other sliding the ring on my finger like it had always belonged there. “I love you,” he said, firmer than any other time.
I nodded, gripping his jaw and kissing him hard. “I love you, too.”
He pulled back slightly, eyes dragging over me hungrily. “Good,” he said, licking his bottom lip. “Now, lie back and assume the position.”
Before I could reply, his tongue was already on my clit, and I was gone all over again. Ring on, heart full, legs wide, and nothing in the world mattered but the way this man loved me. And how damn good it felt to be fully seen, fully touched, and fully his.
