He continued to devour her as his pace quickened.
“Yes! God, yes, Garrett!” Imani’s internal muscles pulsed around his tongue. She was dripping wet. A sheen of sweat formed across her brow as she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
Imani begged. “Please. Pleeeesse . . . I need you now.” She arched her back. A full-on explosion was just out of reach.
He moaned into her as he continued to drive her crazy. “What? Tell me what do you need?”
She spoke a barely-there gasp. “You. Inside me.”
Garrett knew she was close to the edge. He didn’t want her to cum on his tongue. He wanted to experience the fireworks together. Panting, Garrett pulled away, face wet with her juices and climbed up her body. He lay between those soft thighs, placed the head of his penis at her opening, and plunged into her. Imani’s body clenched around him.
She screamed. He moaned.
Garrett rocked back and forth inside her. He growled. “You feel so fuckin’ good. You’re so tight.”
He sent pleasure throughout Imani’s entire body as he pumped into her faster and harder. He filled and stretched her to her limits as he rocketed in and out. Her toes curled inside her shoes. Garrett pulled out and quickly flipped Imani over onto her knees so that she was on all fours. Within seconds he was driving deeper into her than before.
Garrett leaned over her back and fucked her harder in this position. Imani felt her orgasm coming. Her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back and pulsed around him. He felt it. His own release was near. Her body, hugging his, was enough to send Garrett over the edge. Thrusting deep . . . once . . . twice more before Imani shattered into a million pieces with spasms racking her body at the same time Garrett found his own release, shooting hot cum all over her walls.
It took a minute before their breathing returned to normal. Garrett dropped onto the sofa twisting and pulling in such a way that Imani’s back was to his front, spooning.
Imani snuggled into his arm. “Wow.” Garrett was the one, the only one, to finally give her the pitter-patter she had always craved. She had had one of the best orgasms of her life. Two weeks ago, she would have never guessed her life would have taken this turn.
He held her tighter then gently kissed her by her ear. “I agree. I wish all of my meetings were this enjoyable.”
She smirked. “Hmmm . . . Mr. Hadley, as long as those meetings are only with me, I’m fine with that.”
Grinning from ear to ear he nodded. “Definitely. I’m fine with that too.”
*****
Imani was coming out of Garrett’s private bathroom when she heard his care-free tone of voice change. Gone was the man who took her higher than anyone ever had only to be replaced with someone she didn’t recognize. He had the phone on speaker.
Garrett glanced up at her. “What the hell are you talking about? I thought this divorce was supposed to be simple. Your words not mine.”
“Shannon wants forty-three percent share of GHI.”
“She must be out of her mind. That would give her majority control. There is no way in hell that I’ll give her a 100 Grand candy bar let alone anything else. She signed a prenup. She’s lucky I had her shit boxed up instead of burned. I already agreed to give her five million on top of what the prenup stipulated for deciding to give me sole custody. I refuse to give her anything else. Not another dime!”
Imani listened intently to the other voice coming out of the speaker. They were talking millions of dollars. She knew Garrett had money, but this was another level.
His lawyer was silent for a moment. “Garrett, you may not have a choice.”
“I always have a choice.”
“If you don’t give her what she’s asking for, she’s threatening to take Garrett Jr.”
“My son has only ever known my home. He’s not going anywhere. She signed away her rights for five million.”
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but . . .”
“But, what?”
“Your divorce has hit a snag.”
“Stop talking in riddles and tell me what’s up.”
“As we were going through the steps of processing your divorce, it’s come to our attention that you were never legally married to Shannon.”
Garrett had to sit down. “What?”
“Apparently, she and Raymond were married two years before you met. Shannon filed for divorce, but the paperwork was never actually processed. Technically, you and she were never married.”
Garrett finished his sentence. “Which means I’m not legally Garrett’s father.”
“No, you’re not. Raymond has already filed paperwork to establish paternity.”
“Shit!”
“I hate to tell you this, but it’s highly likely the courts will grant it to him if he uses the defense that he’s only recently come to know that Garrett Jr is his son.”
“Raymond wants me to trade my son for my company.”
“Yes.”
“What are my options?”
“Shannon and Raymond have decided if you don’t meet their demands, they will go after full custody. And, Garrett, they’ve got a good shot at getting it. Unless . . .”
“Unless what?”
“Unless, you can prove your home is more secure; that it would be harmful to Garrett Jr. if removed.”
“How the hell do I prove that?”
“It’ll be hard considering one, you’re single, and two the courts are sympathetic to biological parents.”
Garrett wanted to kill both of them and was afraid if he sat still too long, he would legitimately hatch out a plan to do it. He almost rubbed the skin off his forehead.
“Draw up the paperwork.
