Page 42 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family

Baylyn

Six months and some change…

Vibe so that helped.

I had a few other assistants here tonight handling the schedule, but the bulk of tonight was all me.

So I was constantly moving, checking the seating arrangements, making sure the catering was flowing, and adjusting last-minute details to make sure everything was seamless.

And I felt him .

Emir’s presence was impossible to ignore. Even in a space filled with such big names and egos like Sol’s industry people and Crescent Falls’ money and power, my man stood out.

I glanced up, catching him a few feet away, deep in conversation with Sol and Krew Troy.

Krew, O’ni’s husband, owned a chain of cigar bars in the city called Flavor.

Emir stood next to him, discreetly looking like danger in his fitted black tee hugging the muscles in his arms and black jeans sitting just right.

I could feel his eyes on me, even while he talked.

It made heat creep up my neck but I stayed focused and kept moving through the event, making sure everything stayed flawless but still hyper-aware of him.

At one point, while making sure the DJ had the right playlist queued for the runway, a warm hand slid against my waist. I smiled knowing it was him.

“You have people here, Bay, you don’t have to work all night.”

I smiled but didn’t turn yet, finishing my instructions to the DJ before finally facing him. “I do when it’s my event.”

His eyes swept over me and I tugged at my dress. I wore it knowing I would be running around but still wanting to look good. It hugged my body perfectly which he clearly appreciated.

“I should have made your sexy ass change.”

“You don’t like my dress.”

“Nah, I do, that’s the problem. I’m proud of you, Bay.”

I softened for a second, leaning into him when he pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Thank you.”

He nodded when I pulled back, but he didn’t try to keep me longer. He knew me well enough to know I was in work mode. I walked away smiling because I could still feel his eyes on me, knowing that after this event was over he would be my only focus.

By the time we made it home, Emir and I left a trail of clothes that led to the living room and now I was keeping my promise of making my man a priority. I focused on the steady rhythm of Emir’s breathing while I straddled his lap and rocked my hips at a slow, sensual pace.

His hands gripped my waist while I rolled my body against him. His lowered eyes were locked on me while he let me set the pace and I took my time.

“You feel so good,” I whispered, leaning into his chest, pressing my lips to the side of his neck. I sucked just hard enough to make him growl in approval.

His hands slid up my back and his fingertips traced the curve of my spine before settling on my waist again to guide me without force. He simply kept me exactly where he wanted me, bouncing on his dick.

“Look at me.” Emir’s voice was deep, low, and strained.

I lifted my head and my eyes locked with his as I moved again, rocking harder, which worked him deeper.

His fingers flexed against my skin and the muscles in his jaw flexed. He was struggling and I smiled a little. I loved knowing I could unravel him like this. I lifted my hand and held it up, spreading my fingers wide.

His eyes shifted to mine, knowing exactly what I wanted, smiling as he lifted his hand, aligning our fingers and pressing them together.

The inked design formed and my smile surfaced slowly while I fucked my man harder.

My shooter…

His heart…

Emir kissed my hand then dropped both of his to my waist, holding me still while he thrust up, meeting me with so much force it stole my breath.

My head tipped back and my fingers tightened against his shoulders as heat pushed through me.

“Oh fuck…”

“I got you,” he mumbled and dragged his lips along my collarbone before tilting his head back to watch me. “Let go, beautiful.”

And I did.

My body jerked and pleasure rushed through me in waves.

My legs tightened and trembled as I moaned his name, my nails digging into his skin.

His hands held me through it, guiding me as I rode it out, letting me take exactly what I needed.

His release followed with his fingers pressing painfully hard into my hips while he buried himself deep with a low growl.

I dropped forward until my body was against his and our breaths mingled into the same rhythm. His hands lazily roamed my skin, trailing up and down my back, grounding me while I smiled against his shoulder.

After a while he brushed his lips against mine. “Looks like I fell in love with a rider.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes while my fingers traced the back of his neck. “Yeah I guess you did…”

“And looks like I fell in love with a shooter.”

He smiled sinfully slow. “Based on the way I just unloaded, you damn sure did.”