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He straightened back up and held my legs in a wide V and fucked me harder, prolonging my orgasm. After three more hard pumps Titan moaned his release and when I felt his hot and thick cum coat my insides, I moaned with him.

Titan’s heavy body collapsed on me after his release and nothing, but the sounds of our heavy breathing filled the back of the limo.

I came so hard I felt dizzy because that was the most intense sex I ever had.

My orgasm seemed to have come from the depths of my soul because it was so much and now my body felt too relaxed.

I don’t know when or how long I dozed off, but I woke up when I felt something wet being pressed between my legs.

When I looked down I saw Titan with a warm rag, and he was focused intently on cleaning me up.

His shirt and tuxedo jacket were back on, and he looked just as fresh as he did when he came to pick me up.

I cringed when I imagined how I must have looked right now, but then shrugged it off because if I looked a hot mess, the way I was feeling right now made it all worth it.

“Hey, sleepy head,” he said with a smile on his face without looking up. His dimples creased his cheeks, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning because of how sexy he looked when he smiled.

“I didn’t know I dozed off.” My voice was a little raspy and Titan gestured toward the small bottle of water next to my head in the cup holder.

When I sat up to drink, he stopped cleaning me and reached into his pocket and lifted my feet to put my thong back on.

“How long was I out?” I asked before opening the water and taking a large gulp.

I sighed when the cool liquid filled my dry mouth.

“Not long.” Something about his voice made me suspicious. When he turned to put the rags he used to clean me into a small bag, I saw that he was trying not to laugh, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“How long is not long?” I took another gulp of water.

“About 45 minutes,” he said, and finally laughed then he had the nerve to laugh harder when I started to cough after I choked when I heard how long. He moved closer to me and patted me on the back until I stopped.

“You let me sleep for 45 minutes!” I was embarrassed. “How long have we been in this limo?” I reached for my clutch and pulled out my phone and almost fainted. “We are almost two hours late!”

When he tried to reach for me in an attempt to calm me down when I started to get frantic, I moved out of his reach and started looking for my mirror so I could touch up my hair and makeup.

The sound of his chuckle grated my nerves, and I let out a frustrated breath when I saw my curls that I spent hours beating into submission were now flat and frizzy in the back.

I felt myself about to crash out about my hair but stopped when I remembered I always kept hair pins on me for when I wore a sew in and needed something to scratch my scalp.

Feeling happy now, I quickly braided the left side of my hair and pinned my unruly curls over my right shoulder, styling it into a low-side ponytail.

“The damn gala will be over by the time we get there,” I said as I closed my compact mirror once I was satisfied with my makeup. When I looked over at Titan again, he had another annoyingly sexy grin on his face.

“What?” I tilted my head to the side and studied him. There was a sneaky suspicion starting to form in my mind. “Did you plan for this? And we’re actually going to be on time?”

“We’ll still be late, but only a half hour. I didn’t plan for you to go to bed but I guess good dick will do that to you.” He winked at me, and I just rolled my eyes.

When the limo came to a stop at the curb, my hands began sweating and my heart started racing. Before I had time to start having an anxiety attack, Titan was pulling my hand and helping me out of the limo.

As soon as my foot hit the curb I was blinded by the flashing lights of dozens of cameras from the local news media and blogs in attendance.

Being at a gala of this magnitude wasn’t new to me but this was the first time in five years that I attended one with a man by my side.

Titan was stopped by reporters who were all asking the same questions, which made me zone out and stand there looking pretty with a fake ass smile plastered across my face.

The only thing that caught my attention was when I heard a female reporter ask, “Who’s your date Titan?

” Something in her voice made me feel possessive, I never heard anyone outside of me and his brothers call him Titan.

Without missing a beat, he corrected her, “It’s Mr. Browning and this beautiful woman is who my heart belongs to, the very special lady in my life, Ms. Henson.

” When he pulled me closer to his side I didn’t miss the quick look of envy on the reporter’s face, and I smiled at her.

I could tell she had a crush or some shit on Titan and that was fine because he is fine but as long as she stayed in her place and remembered I was his woman then her little crush was fine.

After his brief interviews with a few more news outlets, Titan escorted me inside the venue.

I looked around in amazement at the spacious room, it looked like old Hollywood and was decorated in black and gold.

There were banners displaying the name of Titan’s foundation and poster-sized pictures of him with the boys and girls his foundation helped go to college.

As soon as we were in the middle of the room, Titan’s brothers came over and stood in front of us and I felt like an ant amongst trees.

All of his brothers were handsome, all of them were dressed in black tailored tuxedoes except Trent’s ass he was in black tuxedo pants and a white jacket.

They all had flutes of champagne in their hands and looked at me and Titan as though they were here only to see us and didn’t give a shit about the good cause they paid twenty thousand a plate for.

“Hey, Bailey!” Trent said excitedly and before I responded I was wrapped up in a big hug. Trent smelled wonderful, and his body was hard, but it felt strange not being in Titan’s arms.

“Will you get the hell off of her before I break your hands,” Titan said, just loud enough for Trent to hear but there was no mistaking the possessiveness in his voice.

Immediately Trent let go and chuckled. When I turned to Titan, I saw the warning look he exchanged with his brothers before they looked at me.

I was starting to feel like I was under a microscope, so I needed to get away for a second before I became too overwhelmed.

When I glanced around the room, I saw Giada Morretti looking around the room taking in all the pictures and videos, and I used that as an opportunity to excuse myself.

“I see Giada over there. I’m going to go say hello.” But before I could take a step, Titan wrapped his arm around my waist and walked with me. I was even more surprised when all of his brothers followed behind us.

“She just became our largest donor tonight.” Titan whispered down to me.

Ah, so that’s why everyone is coming over, I thought to myself.

“Hello Ms. Morretti!” I said brightly when I was close enough to her.

Giada looked like she didn’t like being spoken to in public and when she turned around she had a scowl on her face so mean it had me slowing down my steps.

But once she recognized me, her face softened—but not by much.

Her eyes were still narrowed when she noticed all of the Browning brothers around me.

Once I was in front of her, I had to tilt my head back a little in order to look her in the eyes.

Giada looked like a model in her black, strapless, floor length mermaid style gown that hugged her shape beautifully and she had her hair in a low ponytail that reached her ass.

I estimated Giada was at least six feet tall without heels but now that she was wearing heels, she was almost eye to eye with Titan and his brothers.

“Bailey, you work with me now. Call me Giada, please, Ms. Morretti makes it sound like you work for the fuckin’ Feds.

” She was smiling but her eyes told me she was serious.

Then I gasped in shock when Giada bent down and gave me a quick one-armed hug.

“You look lovely this evening,” she said, air kissing my cheek.

“Thank you so much and so do you! Looking like you just walked off a runway in Paris,” I said, looking her up and down and I laughed when she put her hand on her hip and strutted a few steps then turned around and posed.

“Girl, don’t hype me up… but keep going.” She laughed strutting back to me. I was surprised she was this silly because she always looked so serious.

“Giada, this is my boyfriend.” I was gesturing toward Titan.

“Mr. Titan Browning, it’s wonderful to meet you in person,” Giada said, while extending her hand before I could finish the introduction.

“Call me Titan please, and thanks so much for your generous donation,” Titan said, shaking her hand. “And these are my brothers,” he said, and Giada proceeded to greet each of the brothers by their name, which surprised everyone.

“I do extensive research before I donate money,” Giada said, by way of explanation.

“Hey, baby, sorry I’m late.” My eyes widened in surprise when I heard the smooth baritone voice from the dark chocolate man that seemed to have materialized out of thin air from behind her.

I smirked when I saw him wrap his arm possessively around Giada’s waist because I knew that gesture all too well.

It was an open claiming, letting all the men in the room know that Giada Morretti was spoken for.