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  “Harrow, that’s absurd.”

  “More absurd than a sissy heiress giving up her entire fortune to save my career?”

  She interlaced her fingers with mine. “I guess not,” she said in a small voice.

  I pulled her toward me. “Christina, I can’t stand this place. Femnos is lovely but the companies put a sour taste in my mouth. Inverness is killing you. Renault-Femnos wants to kill me. We need to get out of here before that happens.”

  “Amen to that,” she sighed.

  “The deal goes through on Friday. Once the ink’s dry I’m getting on the next plane out of here, first class. Are you going to be in the seat next to me?”

  This was it. The final question.

  She looked down at my hand, then up into my eyes.

  My heart soared even before she said yes.

  “Just let them try and stop me,” she said, leaning over to give me the most loving wet kiss of my entire life.

  I pushed against her lips, smiling.

  I’d love to see anyone try to take her from me. Christina was young, penniless, and beautiful. She had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

  I’d give it to her every fucking night.

  Epilogue

  CHRISTINA

  They tried one last trick.

  Instead of calling the meeting on Friday like he’d promised, Arthur bumped it up to Thursday at the last minute, thinking he could earn hand by putting Harrow on uneven ground.

  Unfortunately, it backfired. Harrow ‘just happened’ to be in the building already when they called him. Apparently he’d come by for a visit. They had no idea I’d warned him ahead of time.

  See, Arthur had a nasty habit of assuming his emails to the board were encrypted. They were, but all you needed was access to the company server to read them. Which I had. You also needed a password, but that was easy to guess. Our Interim President didn’t seem to think there was any problem using the default code. No one knew it anyway.

  No one but the Stewardess, at least.

  When I opened up his email log, I found what I was looking for. Turns out, Arthur and the board had planted the rumor that the deal was going to fail, then spread those rumors to Femnos-Renault to sow discord and attempt to win a better deal. Harrow had weathered that storm himself. The Thursday meeting was a last-ditch attempt to make my man come in unprepared and confused so they could browbeat him into a quick signing.

  Instead, he showed up with every document necessary, every i dotted and t crossed. I made sure of that myself the night before, while we stayed up late into the night and I told him everything I knew about Inverness’ secret debts. Hey, if I wasn’t the heiress anymore, I had no reason to keep company secrets, right?

  He ended up buying at 50 million under the original price. When the board called me up as soon as Harrow had left with the contract, I could see furious red on the bald pates of the board members. Arthur wiped furiously at his brow, which wouldn’t stop sweating despite the heavy air-conditioning.

  The revelation that I was losing my fortune to company re-absorption was meant to be the shocker. I don’t know what surprised them more - the fact that I just smiled and said ‘okay,’ or the fact that I wore a hip-hugging black pencil skirt and a white silk top the entire time I sat there.

  “Anyway, I’m leaving. Hope you guys keep your jobs!”

  And with that, I was gone. I’d charged a wardrobe’s worth of clothes to the company expense account before I left. All of them were stuffed into my travel bag, except for a few outfits I’d sent Elle’s way. They could dispute the charges, but by the time anyone figured out, I’d be over the Atlantic Ocean, holding hands with the only businessman I wanted to see in my life.

  Ave Atque Vale, Femnos. Hail and Farewell.

  Hello America the Beautiful.

  ———

  HARROW

  “You look so handsome.”

  Christina wrapped her arms around my waist from behind while I stood in front of the mirror trying to get my bowtie on. Trying, and failing. When was the last time I wore one of these things?

  “Fucking knots,” I muttered, unlooping the entire set-up to try again.

  “Here.” I turned around and let Christina slide her hands up my chest to the tails of my tie. I had enough trouble doing this on myself, but she had no issue tying in reverse.

  Some woman.

  And what a life we’d built together.

  Her tender eyes drifted up to me, and I knew she was sizing up my emotions. There was no hiding anything from her.

  “You’re going to do great out there.”

  I put my hand on her hip. The column dress she wore was the color of money, but she smelled like something worth more than a billion. I couldn’t tell what it was, and maybe I never would. Her womanly secrets, from her perfume to whatever she did to get that perfect blonde hair, were hers.

  I just took care of everything else.

  Her deft fingers slipped through the knot, finishing off a perfect bow tie. I thanked her with a little pinch on her tight rear.

  “Not until after, Harrow!”

  “You know I can’t wait that long. C’mon, Ernie’s gonna be droning on for another hour.”

  “He’s not that boring,” she said, taking a quick moment to use my mirror. “I thought his plans for the financial year were interesting. And he’s liaising with the Femnos office.”

  “How do you know that?”

  She turned to me and winked. “I have my ways.”

  I would have been on her that moment if the applause didn’t sound. She tugged me forward by my bowtie and kissed me on the cheek. “There’s your cue. Give ‘em hell.”

  Hell had to wait for the CEO to finish his speech. I’d seen the man talk twice before - once at orientation, when I was a naive and single 22 year old new hire, and once right before I left for Femnos to find my fortune.

  Everything I cared about in life was smiling up at me from the crowd when I took my seat behind the CEO. He stood at the podium basking in the applause of the audience, almost all of whom were staff. In fact, the only ones who don’t actually work here are the ones cheering the loudest.

  My mom, my sisters, and my fiancee, all in the front row. Mom looks like some teenage girl seeing her favorite boy band for the first time. My siblings came straight from college and look finals-week exhausted, but they wouldn’t be anywhere else right now.

  And Christina. Lovely, wonderful Christina. She had her silky legs crossed, applauding loudly in her lap with a smirk that says it all.

  The CEO’s mustache twitched for a moment when he realized not all this applause is for him, but nothing he could do or say would change the mood. Instead, he waited for the applause to abate, then adjusted his microphone.

  “I don’t have to tell you it’s been a banner year for The Renault Group.” He gazed over the crowd. “Next-level sales figures, expansion into new markets, and employees who truly know what it means to do ethical business.”

  Then he turned to me. I adjusted my bowtie and stood up.

  “Here’s one man who understands this more than most. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Harrow Tanning.”

  Mom was on her feet in an instant to whoop and cheer. A bit over the top, of course, but nothing anyone could say to a short-haired woman fresh off successful chemo would stop her from applauding for her boy.

  “Harrow personally negotiated our absorption of Inverness and is now leading the way on a sustainable housing project in Femnos that will expand to New York next year. We expect great things. I’m also told you have a wedding to plan. Busy schedule, eh Mr. Tanning?”

  I paused for a moment to find Christina in the crowd.

  “Nothing I can’t handle.”

  ———

  “You really think you can handle me?”

  Christina went straight to the closet after the family dinner. Sometimes I thought my family loved her more than I do. My siblings definitely did, at least. She had cultural cache that c
ame with being raised in Femnos, along with makeup tricks most people aren’t privy to.

  I stared at the easel in the corner of our penthouse bedroom, trying to figure out what she was painting. Since we’d moved in together six months ago, Christina had been working on her art while I saw to the reconstruction of Forum West and new housing construction here in the States. Some of Christina’s art was school projects while others were done at her leisure. She painted one of Elle and sent it to her Femnosi friend as a wedding gift. The likeness was uncanny. Christina had a knack for drawing people, mostly modern takes on the sort of Royal portraits I saw back at the Femnos Museum of Art.

  This one didn’t look like a portrait. I stood up, walking in my slacks and socks over to the easel and peered a bit closer.

  “Honey? Did you hear what I said?”

  She slid up next to me in her nylons and bra. I stood up straight and slung my arm around her waist, both of us looking at the half-finished piece like it was the Mona Lisa itself.

  Then I found something I liked even more than art: her tits. She’d had the procedure three months ago after a lot of back and forth, and by now they looked - and felt - totally real.

  I stared down at my fiancee’s ample cleavage.

  “See something you like?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “I meant my painting, dummy. Can you tell what it is?”

  I looked away from her rounded chest to see a different sphere on the canvas. As I focused my vision, the outlines of two figures took shape.

  “Two people?” I asked.

  “A-plus, student! And who are they?”

  I could guess.

  “You’re drawing us.”

  “Mhm,” she said with a happy smirk. “I’m gonna turn it in for my Life-Drawing class final. Then, after I get my A-plus, I’m gonna hang it up in the living room.”

  “Isn’t that a little ostentatious?”

  “Not unless I draw you naked!”

  I unzipped my fly. “As if you could put this in ink.”

  Christina laughed. “No… but maybe I could put it in my mouth?”

  She slipped to her knees and did just as she promised. Her wet loving mouth and nimble tongue had me hard within seconds, and before I knew it I was falling back onto my bed. She followed with her lips, scampering along the carpet, desperate for my dick.

  I looked down at my girl laboring in her work, her hand wrapped around my base while her lips curled around the shaft, and then glanced up at the painting. We’d be immortalized in ink forever there, just like Princess Amber and her Sultan. There was so much life left to live for us, so many hills to climb and companies to conquer, both here and in Femnos.

  All in due time.

  First, I had to come.

  And so did she.

  I pulled Christina’s hair back and lifted her to her feet. She stood obediently and bent over the bed, knowing what was coming next. I’d been sending her texts promising my thick cock in her perfect ass all day; now it was time to make good on my promise, like I always did.

  I slid her nylons down to her ankles, then her panties. She placed her hands behind her, pulling her cheeks apart. The perfect little cherry above a tight, smooth set of balls and a hard, feminine cock were waiting for me. Her asshole winked, begging for my dick.

  But I couldn’t.

  I was paralyzed.

  “Harrow?” She asked, turning her head. “The lube’s right there.”

  “I know, just…” I slipped my finger into her boipussy. “I’m just so fucking happy.”

  I coated my dick with lube and jerked myself to the sight of her hungry asshole while Christina moaned in delight.

  “I am too,” she rasped. “Harrow… I love you.”

  Hearing those words brought me out of my stupor. By the time my finger popped out of Christina’s backside, my dick was ready to slide in.

  I forced her onto my cock with a primal jerk and a vicious grunt. My femboy, my sissy, my fiancee, my sex pet - whatever I called her, she was mine. The love of my life and my reason for fighting every day. I could be the button-down good guy at work.

  At home, I had to be her Master.

  That’s just the way things are sometimes.

  With a squirt more of lube I pulled Christina’s cheeks apart to watch my dick slide in and out of her, letting every little shiver and moan act as an aphrodisiac to my insatiable lust. I slapped her ass upward, watching her squat-heavy rear jiggle for me lasciviously. I pulled her natural dyed hair and let her mouth hang open to insert my fingers and make her suck while I fucked her from behind.

  She loved every minute, and by the time she came hard on my bedsheets, neither of us were surprised. My sissy-girl loved sex; why wouldn’t she come for her Man?

  I used a final few thrusts to spill my own seed inside her. This was Christina’s favorite part. The warm, wet creampie was my symbol of my love and trust to her, aside from being a dirty sign that I came, of course. She slid off my dick and raised her ass in the air, moaning and writhing on the bed, loving the feel of me inside her.

  I held her in my arms so she could feel me outside too.

  “Are you going to finish the painting?”

  She bit me lightly on the nape of my neck. “I’m tired. Are you going to work on that zoning proposal?”

  Pillow talk.

  “Pretty tired too,” I admitted with a yawn. “Tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow,” she said with a nod, kissing me on the cheek. “Goodnight, Harrow.”

  “Goodnight, Christina.”

  Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough - and today couldn’t last long enough, either. There was always more to do, more money to be made, more deals to negotiate.

  With Christina, I didn’t give a fuck about that. I just wanted to be with her.

  She was priceless. Richer than any heiress…

  And one hell of a girl.

  THE END

  Author's Note

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