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Jeremy moaned as his throbbing dick leaked inside of me. He waited until he was done cumming to carry me over to the light brown leather couch in front of the fireplace. Spreading my legs wide, he filled me with long, slow strokes. When I tried to fuck him back, he gripped my waist.
“Be still. Let Daddy take care of you and do all the work.”
That was almost my undoing.
But I let him.
I let him have his way with my body until we were both drained and weak. We showered, then crashed into his bed. His voice was thick with sleep when he said, “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me, baby. I’d do anything for you—again and again. I love you.”
I chuckled as my eyes watered. There was a time I thought I’dneverutter those words to a man again. I was glad Jeremy had become the exception to that.
He tilted my head. “And I love you.” Jeremy kissed me… slow and deep. And nasty. And long. So long, my center stirred, and I gained energy that I’d felt depleted of just minutes earlier. Taking his dick into my hand, I stroked it until it began to ooze with pre-cum, then I straddled him and rode him until we both fell asleep.
Epilogue
Jeremy
March Seventh
Today was supposed to be the day I proposed.
It was supposed to be the day I entered an agreement that pleased my parents and continued to push me down a path of using my life for their glory and benefit. My incentive, becoming managing partner, along with helping my people made that sacrifice seem worth it. But with Maritza’s help, that was no longer the case.
Earlier today, Violet had a meeting with the advisory board and partners. She let them know that, effective immediately, HGP2would have four boutique firms here, and over the course of the next decade, several partner firms in various states that our partners would be able to manage and run. As discussed, I would receive the first. Depending on how well it did, Flex and Mecca would be up next to receive their own. Since Flex was leaving for my benefit, he was cool with staying until it was time for him to have his own firm.
Now, Maritza and I were at my parents’ home so I could let them know about the change. Amelia asked if I wanted her to come but I told her no. I appreciated the offer, but she made it clear that she never wanted to step foot in this home again, and I could respect that.
“Does seven work for you, baby?” Maritza asked, head buried in her phone as I cut the car off.
“Yeah, that’s cool. The earlier we go the earlier we can leave.”
She chuckled as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
“You don’t want to celebrate with our people? What’s about to happen is a big fucking deal.”
“I do, and it is, but I want to spend my night celebrating with you. Showing you how much I love and appreciate you.”
With a smile, Maritza leaned across the center console, cupped my cheek, and gave me a kiss. “I love the sound of that too. I’ve rented the private room from seven to nine. After nine, I’ll be all yours.”
Hearing that gave me a deeper urgency to get this over with. I got out of the Aston Martin and walked over to her side. As excited as she was about doing this for me, Maritza had no idea what I had in store for her later. Hand in hand, we went toward the front door. I lifted my keyring, considering if I wanted to take my key to their home off. The only thing that made me decide to keep it was if I ever needed to get in for an emergency.
I rang the doorbell, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. As always, they were in the dining room for dinner. I kissed Mom and gave Pops a handshake.
“Sit down,” Mom said. “Fix yourselves a plate.”
“We won’t be staying long enough to eat,” I told her.
Maritza’s hand on my back gave me the extra confidence I needed for this conversation. I never had a problem telling anyone exactly what I was thinking or feeling, but when it came to my parents, that had always been a struggle.
“What’s this about, son?” Pops asked.
“I’m not taking the managing partner position at your firm. You’ll have to find someone else as your replacement.”
Pops chuckled with a shake of his head. “And why is that?”
“Because I don’t want to be president.” I laughed, though there was nothing funny about our fucked-up relationship. “Or governor. Or attorney general. I want to be managing partner of my own law firm for the next twelve years. Then…” I took Maritza’s hand into mine. “I want to retire early and live the rest of my days experiencing new ways of life with my wife. I’ve worked three times as hard as the average person for the last sixteen years trying to please both of you and I’m done with that shit. If I haven’t received your approval yet, I’ll never have it, and I’m okay with knowing I never will.”
