Page 8 of Surrender Your Heart (Surrender #2)

Her hand was small in mine, but the warmth of her palm matched the fire in her eyes as we stepped down into the steaming hot water.

The private outdoor shower and tub sat nestled against the side of the villa, steam rising in slow curls under the dusky Caribbean sky.

I sank into the water behind her, chest bare, dick already pulsing with need as I pulled her between my legs.

Her back hit my chest, and I slid my arms around her waist.

My lips brushed the curve of her neck, slow, calculated, soft.

“I should fuck you senseless right now,”

I murmured against her ear, feeling her shiver.

She giggled, teasing.

“So why don’t you?”

I smirked.

“Because I’m tryna be patient. But…”

I leaned back, dragging my fingers down her belly and spreading her thighs under the water.

“I need somethin’ to hold me over.”

She tilted her head, eyes already glazed over. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

I stood up in the water, towering over her.

“On your knees, baby.”

The look she gave me was a mix of nerves, lust, and pure want.

She moved slowly, teasing.

That confidence she’d grown into over the past year? It was fucking addictive. I watched her kneel between my legs, water sloshing around her, thick lashes fluttering as she looked up at me like she needed permission to be nasty.

She reached for my dick, already thick and heavy, and wrapped her lips around the tip like she missed the taste of me.

I groaned, low and guttural, letting my head fall back as her tongue got to work.

She wasn’t shy with it. Sloppy, focused, gagging and moaning, spit dripping from her chin into the water.

“Shiiit… there you go, baby.”

My hand gripped the back of her head, hips bucking slowly.

“Just like that.”

She moaned like it turned her on to please me.

It did.

My stomach tightened as her hands cupped my balls, her mouth working me like she needed to drain everything I had. I watched her, not blinking, not breathing, as I released down her throat and she swallowed every drop without flinching. Fuck. She licked her lips and looked up at me like she knew exactly what the fuck she just did. Dangerous.

Back in the room, we dressed slowly.

She wore the soft champagne-toned two-piece I had delivered while we were outside, something sheer and draped just right on her body.

Mine was a crisp champagne-toned white linen shirt and slacks.

“You always have women’s clothes just… ready?”

she asked, arching a brow.

“Only for you.” I winked.

She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“You’re something else.”

We moved through the villa, low music humming through the walls as we got ready.

I poured us both a drink before we walked out to the buggy that would take us across the Montserra.

On the ride, she asked what this weekend was really about.

“I told you,”

I said, eyes focused on the road.

“I have some business to handle, and I wanted you with me for more reasons than one.”

She didn’t say anything, just glanced over at me with something in her eyes.

Curiosity.

A little hesitation.

“Tell me again that you missed me.”

I could see it in her eyes; she needed that truth.

So I gripped her throat, pulled her in close, and kissed her like I meant it.

“I’ve missed you, Honey.”

We pulled up to the main villa on the far end of the island—grand, modern, wide open.

Uplights in the sand.

Private chefs. Servers. Music floating in the breeze. I could see everyone mingling. This trip included my partners and associates, such as Ronin, Trez, Vee, Chester, Hector, and the women they brought along for pleasure. A wife, a girlfriend, or something like it.

I kept Honey close.

My hand was firm on the small of her back, letting every other nigga in the place know who she was with.

She was stunning. Skin glowing. Eyes sharp. That boss energy I saw in her, magnified now. I saw the way everyone looked at her. I also saw the flicker of something familiar across the room.

Devyn.

I clenched my jaw but didn’t miss a beat.

She was standing near the bar, looking like she was trying to make a statement in the short dress she wore.

She walked over like she was floating.

“Legend,”

she smiled, slow and sultry.

“Devyn,”

I said flatly.

“Didn’t know you were bringing company.”

Her eyes flicked over to Honey, then back to me.

She smiled tightly.

“Hi, I’m Devyn Marks.

You’re gorgeous.”

I watched as Honey smiled and extended her hand.

“Honey Lake.

I’m well aware.”

Devyn’s face cracked for a split second, and I could tell she wanted to say more, but I wasn’t for all that bullshit.

“Excuse us, Devyn,”

I reached for Honey’s hand, and guided her toward the table where I dapped up my partners.

The table stretched under the stars like a scene out of a high-budget fantasy—crystal and candlelight, plated seafood flown in fresh, white linen napkins folded perfectly.

I stood at the head of the table, glass of amber liquid in hand, letting my eyes sweep over the table.

“I appreciate everyone coming out,”

I said, voice calm but commanding.

I looked down at Honey, eyes slow and heavy, then back to the table.

“This is Honey, a boss in her own right.

True elegance and desire.

But make no mistake… she ain’t here for the view. She’s with me.”

I watched her breath hitch as we locked eyes and I cleared my throat, going on to say, “This weekend ain’t just about luxury and good times.

We’re here to talk numbers, break bread, and elevate.

Let’s handle business like bosses and continue to live like kings.”

I clinked my glass with the closest one and sat back down, already feeling the energy shift.

Honey sat next to me, and I placed my right hand on her hand on her thigh.

She looked damn near untouchable, which made me feel territorial as fuck.

“I heard the merger in Brazil is almost final,”

Hector said, leaning across the table to Trez.

“Almost,”

he replied with a smirk, “My first deal.

Shit is huge.”

“I’m so proud of you,”

Devyn beamed, looping her arms through his like she really was.

I knew better.

I smirked, sitting back.

“Closed mouths don’t get legacy, and scared hands don’t make power moves.”

“Facts,”

Ronin agreed, lifting his drink.

Everybody toasted.

Except Devyn.

I could feel her eyes on me burning holes in my skin like her jealousy had weight. But I didn’t flinch. I was too busy admiring the way Honey crossed her legs next to me, giving me a peek of that champagne-colored silk sliding over her thigh. She was soaking up the conversation, but quiet and observant. My kind of woman. And that scent she was wearing? Murderous.

I leaned over, whispering in her ear, “Open for me.”

She blinked, then turned her head just a little, enough to look up at me with disbelief and heat.

I didn’t give a fuck.

She uncrossed her legs under the table. My hand was already there, sliding up. I could feel the heat radiating from her center through the thin material. I didn’t even have to go far since she was soaked.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,”

I murmured low, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her lace panties.

She gripped her wine glass with both hands and brought it to her lips, eyes focused straight ahead.

But I saw the way her thighs tensed.

I slid one finger into her slowly. She squeezed her eyes shut for half a second before correcting her posture. I bit back a smirk.

“So, Honey,”

Chester started to say.

“How’d you two meet anyway?”

I curled a second finger inside her.

She gasped softly but masked it with a fake cough.

I chuckled low and reached for my glass with my other hand, keeping my fingers stroking inside her with the one she couldn’t see.

“We… crossed paths,”

I said coolly.

“I seized the moment,”

Honey added, her voice a little strained but still sweet.

“And never gave it back.”

The table chuckled, nodding in approval before going on to have mixed conversations.

She shifted in her seat, swallowing hard as my thumb found her clit and pressed with intention.

I felt her walls flutter around my fingers. She was trying to keep it together, but her pussy was losing composure.

I kept my face calm, turned my head to look at Ronin, who was asking about the upcoming deal we had lined up, all the while still sliding my fingers slowly inside Honey.

Her body shivered beside me, quiet and subtle, but I let her release without permission.

Juices spilling down my knuckles, her hand tightening around her wine glass like it was her only anchor.

I eased my hand out, brought it to my mouth, and licked my fingers clean with one slow swipe of my tongue and my eyes on her the entire time.

She was breathless.

And just then, the head chef stepped out from the side patio.

“Dinner is served,”

he announced with a warm smile.

I patted her thigh under the table, leaned in, and whispered, “And that was just the fucking appetizer.”