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If you haven't heard, lol. I've moved all my writing to wattpad. { link } If you want to follow me there, you can. I'm no longer posting fanfic on here. I might return when the time is right, but I'm just not feeling it, and the vibes here haven't been fun or motivating for a while. Maybe it will be different on Wattpad. Idk, haha.
Thanks to everyone who liked and supports my fanfics, I genuinely appreciate it! - V✨💗
to all the writers who no longer write aaron/terry fics ---
thank you for what you did give us. from romantic second-chance stories to dark thriller fics. you lit up this tag and were a building block of an emerging community. it doesn't matter whether one person read your fics or three hundred read them; i consider you a writer.
if you ever decide to come back, tag your girls. we'll be here and we'll be waiting to kick our feet and gag over all the drama (in the stories). thank you!
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black Female OC
Warning(s): 18+, Explicit & Unprotected Sex, Bisexual Female OC, Teacher/Student Dynamic, Small Age Gap, Dom/Sub/Switch dynamic, Alpha Submissive, Dub-Con, BDE & BCE (Big Clit Energy)
Summary: Terry Richmond returns to his hometown for a long deserved rest and runs into his old neighborhood tomboy who used to follow him around like a puppy when he was a teenager. Times have changed and the tomboy has come into her own, bending men and women her way...and he likes it.
“Madness, mad
Got no respect
Madness, mad
Madness, mad
Maybe I just fantasize this one
Stay on my mind thеn no damage done
'Cause no turning back if it's onе-on-one
Me on my back then done-and-done”
Amanda Reifer – “Woman Now”
Yesterday Was An Old Spring Day
Terry’s father’s voice boomed up through his bedroom floor. He winced at the slurring of harsh words toward his mother. Another Saturday night. Another drinking binge that disrupted the harmony of their home.
pairing : dr. jack abbot x resident!reader (afab!reader)
summary : The fallout didn’t start the day of Pitt Fest—it started when you told Jack Abbot how you felt and he told you he didn’t want you. A week later, grief, jealousy, and everything unsaid ignite into something impossible to bury. (Lowkey inspired by Big Love by Fleetwood Mac—because obviously.)
warnings/content : trauma aftermath (mass casualty event), hospital setting, attending x resident dynamic, mutual pining, emotional repression, angst, jealousy, possessive behavior, verbal rejection, explicit sexual content (f!receiving, protected sex), semi-public/backseat sex, emotionally loaded dialogue, swearing
word count : 4,212
18+ ONLY, not beta read. Please read responsibly.
a/n : I am just so obsessed with Abbot, like oml I do not need a new hyperfixation at this point of the semester but here we are. Hope you guys enjoy this!
─ Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x fem! reader || WC: 1.2k
CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. SMUT. Age gap implied [Michael is canon age, reader is 25+]. Power imbalance situation [Attending/Resident]. FWB dynamic, sort of. Past mentions of smut in different instances. Oral (m & f receiving. Unprotected p in v. Heavy praise kink. Everything is consensual & mutual. They’re freaky idk. A tinge of yearning. Reader has hair & is a beast at medicine. Note: I have not watched The Pitt yet, so I apologize for any mischaracterizations lolz.
Hi. I honestly don't know what this is. It came to me in a dream after I yapped with @superhoeva in the DMS, and now she's tormenting me to keep writing for Mista Dr. Robby. Now I'm sucked into this world that I didn't even know existed lmao. Anywho, walk with me for a second here, let me cook! Reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated. Proofread by moi. <3
It all started with two simple words.
“Good job.”
Seven letters. One singular statement. A term of encouragement familiar to practitioners all over the Pitt, and of course it’s not unknown to you. Always said in recognition of one’s efforts, and in this family you’ve meshed with in the emergency department, it went a long way to hear that phrase after the intense shifts you all had to handle.
Though with Dr. Robby, it had a second meaning.
A/N: Shocking amount of love on the first chapter. I appreciate your appreciation (I know, I know, cheesy). I hope you enjoy it, because writing a murder mystery as a first-time writer — I am a perpetrator and a victim — to myself! Anyway, I hope you have a great week. Don't let America's descent into hell get you down — we are a resilient people.
Taglist? I guess. click here.
Summary: A woman returns to her childhood home—a coastal military town —after years of being away. Her family left the town abruptly under mysterious circumstances when she was young. Now, she’s back to investigate a recent string of murders — and whether she likes it or not, she’ll have to rely on her reclusive, former military neighbor, Terry Richmond, to help uncover the town's dark secrets.
Catch up: Chapter 1
Word Count: ~9k
I do not consent to my work being shared or duplicated on any other websites or platforms.
That No One Asked For....
Dear Gentlest Reader (or whatever Lady Whistledown says),
It has come to my attention that y’all like my Terry Richmond fic—real MVPs! Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate y'all!
This is about the taglist and if y'all would want Chapter 2 tomorrow (please read below because I promise, it’s not me soliciting y’all to join it (or read)—it's the opposite, I swear).
Shameless plug: Chapter 1
"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
Mental illness is all in your head in the same way that prostate cancer is all in your ass.
this person wins everybody else go home
Part One
Summary: Nivea Douglas takes Terry Richmond into her home after he saves her. Terry doesn’t want to be a burden, but Nivea insists.
Author’s Note: back with another story for Terry! This one will be short chapters. It’s just easier to write. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Obession, Smut, Primal Kink.
chapter one. the way.
Warnings: MDNI • Explicit • Terry Richmond x Black!OC, Self!Insert, a lil fluff, just introductions.
Summary: Right place, right time. When Cleo meets Terry, the rugged pretty boy, at the club on a celebratory night, it seems like the first in a string of divinely twisted moments. But will fate be enough to move their love along, or will they have to weather some storms before their happy ending?
Word Count: 1.3k❣
A/N: Hiiiiii! Long time no... read? lmaoooo but i hope you enjoy this first part of aligned. 🤭
Terry Richmond x Kira Reign
Kira
Congratulatory applauds rang throughout the theater. It was Oscar’s night and I was up for two awards this evening. I was sitting on the fourth row of the left side, trying my best to calm my nerves and not appear anxious as the cameras rolled by. The love of my life who was up for his own awards gently stroked the skin between my thumb and forefinger, a subtle gesture that soothed my shaky hands.
pairing: Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond x Justine Skye as Camille DeWaterson
warnings: 18+ mdni, heavy angst, parental issues (especially daddy issues), mentions of sexual coercion, description of panic attacks, CRASHING OUT, dark romance, manipulation, possessiveness/obsessiveness, mentions of arson
word count: 11,953
a/n: ngl this part has a lot going on y'all 😭 but stuff is really hitting the fan now! i rushed editing because i'm working for the rest of the night, so pls forgive any mistakesss. Enjoy! Also, shout out to all those who comment and reblog 🥹🫶🏾 i greatly appreciate it
Terry's song: Floor 555-XXXTENTACION | Camille's song: I'm Tired-Labrinth, Zendaya
Around The Park || Terry Richmond x Black OC
Starring Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond and Jayme Lawson as Essence Daniels.
Rating: E for Erotic.
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Explicit Language, and a tiny touch of angst. 18+ Only.
Word Count: 16k+
Summary: Essence had always found solace in Meadows Park, where the scenery, gentle sounds, and lively community events provided the perfect escape. Whenever life became overwhelming, she knew the park was her safe haven. But what she didn’t anticipate was an encounter with a mysterious, handsome stranger, whose presence not only drew her back to the park time and time again, but to him as well. And he to her...
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"Let's take a long walk Around the park, after dark Find a spot for us to spark Conversation, verbal elation, stimulation Share our situations Temptations, education, relaxations Elevations Maybe we can talk about Surah 31:18..."
The scent of freshly cut grass and the soft hum of Jill Scott’s voice singing "A Long Walk" through her AirPods Max headphones made Meadows Park in Dallas, Texas, feel like a sanctuary. The stress of her Monday workday was now a thing of the past. Essence sat cross-legged atop a thick, mustard-colored woven blanket, her fingers lightly tracing the worn edges of Jade City by Fonda Lee. The world around her faded as she lost herself in the novel’s intricate battles and power struggles, the afternoon sun casting a golden sheen on her deep brown skin. Her radiance was a love letter from the ancestors in her blood.
A sudden rustling in the air made her pause. Before she could react, a blur of black fur darted into her peripheral vision. With a swift, enthusiastic chomp, her half-eaten chicken wrap was gone.
Essence gasped, pulling her headphones off as she stared at the culprit—a sleek black Labrador retriever, his tail wagging in satisfaction.
“Oh my god, Onyx, no!”
A deep, exasperated voice cut through the moment, rich and smooth like honey over gravel. It was the kind of voice that could command a room or lull someone into a dream, the perfect timbre for an audiobook narrator, laced with the warmth of a slight southern accent that she couldn’t quite place.
Essence’s eyes lifted to meet his, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe. His gaze, a striking blend of blue-green and stormy gray, held her captive, shifting with the light, unreadable yet mesmerizing.
He was tall, his bronze caramel complexion glowing under the late afternoon sun. His skin tone emphasized the couple of tattoos that adorned his muscular arms. His face was a masterpiece of contrasts—sharp angles softened by the warmth of his skin. His strong jawline framed full lips that held the hint of a smirk. Thick brows sat above his eyes, bordered by long, dark lashes, lending an air of quiet dominance. A neatly trimmed beard traced the contours of his face, adding to his allure—refined yet rugged, controlled yet undeniably captivating. There was something about him, something simmering beneath the surface, like a slow-burning fire—one whose warmth Essence found herself wanting to feel.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he said, dragging a hand down his beard in frustration. His accent curled softly around his words. “I swear he ain’t usually this bold.”
Essence blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sheer presence of him. There was something about the way he looked at her—steady, unshaken, as if he had just stumbled upon something unexpected yet deeply intriguing.
She let out a small laugh, her voice soft, sweet, and sultry, a melody dipped in the smooth drawl of an Atlanta accent. “I guess I can’t blame him. It was a good wrap.”
Terry sighed, shaking his head. “I feel terrible. Lemme buy you another one or at least Cash App you.”
Essence smirked, shaking her head. “It’s fine, really. I was gettin’ full anyway.” She continued to pet Onyx, watching as the dog leaned into her touch, his tail wagging happily. Her giggles came soft and easy, the moment effortlessly light.
Terry watched her, the tension in his shoulders loosening as he took in the way she interacted with Onyx. The way her fingers moved through the dog’s fur, the warm amusement in her eyes—it was…charming.
Still, he wasn’t one to let things go so easily. “Alright, but what if I insist? Maybe dinner on Friday night? You know, to ease my conscience.”
Essence arched a brow, her lips curving into a slow smile. “Dinner?”
“Just a meal,” he said, hands raised in mock surrender. “No hidden motives. Just me, repayin’ a debt to the woman my dog decided to rob.”
She hesitated for only a few seconds before nodding. “Alright, dinner it is.”
He grinned, pulling his phone out. “Let’s exchange numbers then. Just in case you change your mind and want me to DoorDash you a chicken wrap instead.”
She laughed, tapping her contact into his iPhone 16 Max before handing it back. As she did, her fingers brushed his just slightly—enough to send a flicker of awareness through her.
Terry glanced down at her book and smirked. “So, what had you so distracted you ain’t even see a dog plottin’ a heist?”
Essence rolled her eyes playfully. “Only one of the best fantasy books out there. Jade City. You read?”
“I try,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket. “Though I usually spend more time chasin’ after this troublemaker.” He nudged Onyx, who looked entirely unbothered by the chaos he had caused.
Terry exhaled and glanced at the sky. “I should get him home before he ruins someone else’s meal.”
Essence nodded, but as he took a step away, their eyes lingered, something unspoken hanging in the air between them.
Finally, he gave a small wave. “See you Friday, Essence. I'll send you the details.”
She watched as he turned, guiding Onyx away, his presence leaving an unexpected warmth in its wake. She glanced down at her phone, at his name now saved in her contacts as Terry Richmond, and shook her head in disbelief.
This was just a man makin’ up for his dog’s hunger. Nothing more.
At least, that’s what she told herself.
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Essence exhaled, shutting down her iMac laptop and display screens with a satisfying click. The glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the golden sheer curtains of her boho-chic apartment. Warm light casted over the carefully curated space. Every inch of her home reflected her style—a harmonious blend of gold, cream, and earthy neutrals accented by natural wood textures. Subtle touches of blue were placed throughout, too.
Her home office, an extension of this aesthetic, was a cozy yet efficient sanctuary. A sleek, light-toned, wooden desk sat near the window, adorned with a cream ceramic vase holding dried pampas grass, a Spelman alumna mug, and a vision board pinned with quotes, affirmations, and photos of Black excellence. Soft gold sconces lined the walls, casting a warm glow that complemented the woven beige area rug beneath her chair. A lush monstera stood in the corner, its broad green leaves stretching toward the light.
She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the tension of back-to-back meetings finally ease. Managing digital campaigns for Noire Luxe, the luxury Black fashion brand founded by her Spelman sister and bff, Raina, kept her busy, but there was something rewarding about helping elevate a brand dedicated to celebrating Black beauty and culture.
Still, she needed to step away from the screen.
Grabbing her unfinished mug of caramel cappuccino, she stood, rolling her shoulders as she made her way through her apartment. The blue and neutral-toned throw pillows on her cream-colored sectional were slightly askew, a reminder of her rushed morning. A banana plant stood proudly by the window, its wide leaves adding a tropical elegance to the space. Her gold-accented coffee table held a stack of fashion books, a wooden incense holder, and a small bowl of crystals she had picked up from a local boutique. A bouquet of soft blue and white hydrangeas sat in a glass vase, their delicate petals adding a fresh, airy touch to the space.
The silence of her phone didn’t go unnoticed. No text from Terry.
Not that she expected one.
If he’s a man of his word, he’ll follow up.
Pushing the thought aside, she headed into her bedroom and changed into a lilac-colored legging set from Oner Active, the seamless fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. The cropped top framed her toned waist perfectly, and she smirked as she slipped on her matching lilac AirPods Max—a small, aesthetic pleasure.
Tying the strings of her yoga mat, she grabbed her glass water bottle with a bamboo lid, her gray Telfar tote, and headed out the door.
Meadows Park was alive with the symphony of an early spring evening. The Dallas air was thick with the lingering heat of the day, but the shade from the trees lining the park provided some relief. The rhythmic bounce of a basketball against pavement blended with the chatter of teens playing a pickup game. Nearby, joggers passed in steady strides, their sneakers crunching against the gravel paths. The occasional bark of a playful pup echoed as dog owners kept them active.
Laughter drifted from a group of friends sprawled across a picnic blanket, their voices overlapping in easy conversation. A couple strolled past hand in hand, their soft murmurs lost in the air. Somewhere in the distance, a child squealed in delight as they chased bubbles floating like tiny iridescent orbs through the breeze. The faint melody of an acoustic guitar carried from a park bench where a street musician strummed lazily, humming along to his tune.
Essence took it all in. The steady buzz of life around her was comforting, a reminder that even in solitude, she was never truly alone. Essence unrolled her mat beneath a towering oak tree, popping on her headphones as she instructed Spotify to play her yoga playlist. She allowed the music to guide her, flowing through her stretches with practiced ease. With each inhale and exhale, the tension of the day melted away.
But in the back of her mind… she wondered.
Would he be here?
She wouldn’t reach out first. She refused to.
A slow smirk curled her lips. If he wanted to see her again, he’d find a way.
Little did she know, she was already being watched.
Terry leaned against a tree in the distance, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto her. There was something effortlessly captivating about the way she moved—controlled yet fluid, each motion deliberate, like a dance only she could hear. He hadn't meant to just stand there, but damn, she was a sight to behold.
Onyx, however, had other plans.
With a sudden lurch, the Labrador broke into a sprint, charging toward Essence like an overexcited child.
Before she could transition into her next pose, a wet nose bumped against her arm, startling her so badly that she yelped. Her AirPods went flying, and she nearly toppled over.
“Onyx!”
The deep, familiar chuckle sent a shiver down her spine.
We meet again.
Essence turned, her eyes locking onto Terry’s as her laughter abruptly halted.
Damn.
She had registered his build before, but seeing him now—gray athletic tee clinging to broad shoulders, sweatpants sitting just right on his hips, muscles taut and prominent—had her momentarily stunned.
She quickly snapped out of it, crossing her arms as she arched a brow. “Now, Terry… are you stalking me?”
His smirk was slow, confident, teasing. “Sweetheart, I wouldn’t have to stalk you. You’d be a moth to a flame.”
Heat crept up her neck, but she played it off with a scoff, kneeling down to rub Onyx’s belly. “Mmm, well, I try to stay away from men who don’t stand by their word.” She glanced up at him, her brow raised. “And I still haven’t heard from you.”
Terry exhaled, lightly scratching the back of his neck. “That’s on me,” he admitted. “Didn’t wanna come off too eager. Last thing I wanted was to scare you off. I planned on hittin’ you up tonight with all the details.”
His voice, thick with that slight southern drawl, was damn near hypnotic.
Essence studied him for a moment before standing. “I guess I can understand that,” she said, smoothing her leggings. “Well, since you’re here now, might as well tell me the details.”
A grin played at his lips. “That an invitation to walk with you?”
She tilted her head, feigning contemplation before nodding. “It is.”
Terry whistled for Onyx, and together, they fell into a slow, steady rhythm along the park’s winding trail. He spoke as they walked, detailing their plans for tomorrow night—reservations for 8 pm at a Thai and Japanese restaurant, promising it had a menu that wouldn't disappoint.
Essence listened pleased with his choice, occasionally throwing in a teasing remark about his taste in food, to which he’d respond with his signature smirk.
Then, as the conversation lulled, Terry glanced down at Onyx, who was practically glued to Essence’s side, tail wagging with contentment.
“You know,” he mused, “I ain’t never seen him take to someone this quick. ‘Sides me.”
Essence smirked, giving the dog an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “Guess that means I’m special.”
Terry chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah… you just might be.”
They continued their walk in comfortable silence, the quiet hum of the city blending with the soft rustling of leaves overhead. When they reached the entrance of the park, Essence sighed.
“I should get home. Have to get ready for work in the mornin’.”
“Same.”
They lingered for a second before saying their goodbyes and parting ways, walking in opposite directions toward their cars.
Back in her apartment, Essence slipped into her routine—bathroom lights dimmed, gold-trimmed candles flickering as the scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled the air. The steam curled from the shower as she unwound from the day, her fingers working through her coils, massaging in her deep conditioner.
The way Terry looked at her. The way he moved. The way he sounded.
Midway through rinsing out her conditioner, she caught herself smiling.
She was treating this outing like a date.
"It's just dinner," she thought.
With a small laugh, she finished her shower, revamping her wash-n-go before tying her hair up into a pineapple then throwing on her bonnet. Wrapped in her silk robe the color of champagne, she padded across the warm wooden floors to her kitchen with its cream cabinets and gold hardware, fixing a light dinner before settling onto her plush cream couch.
Her fingers skimmed over the wooden remote tray, turning on her new obsession, Paradise on Hulu, to wind down.
Once her food settled and the episode ended she nestled into bed—her wood-framed, cream upholstered bed draped in soft neutral linen—when her phone buzzed.
Terry Richmond: Hope you made it home safe. Sleep well, sweetheart. See you at 8 tomorrow.
A small flutter bloomed in her chest.
She bit her lip before typing back.
Essence: Made it home safe. Hope you and Onyx have a good night. And your restaurant choice better not disappoint. 😏
His reply came almost instantly.
Terry: It won’t.
She turned her phone over, exhaling softly.
Tomorrow night.
She didn’t want to get her hopes up. Get lost in a fantasy of possibilities.
But something about him made that impossible.
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Friday arrived with an easy rhythm. The workday breezed by, keeping Essence occupied but never overwhelmed. Finalizing the last details of the campaign she had been working on left her feeling accomplished. It had been a good day—productive, smooth, and free of stress.
And yet, as she powered down her computer setup and stretched in her chair, there was an undeniable hum of anticipation beneath her skin.
Terry had texted her a bit throughout the day —wishing her a good morning and day at work, sending a pic of Onyx lying at his feet as he worked at his desk, sending her some book recommendation videos from TikTok, which made her smile.
It was just dinner.
That’s what she told herself.
But the way her stomach fluttered at the thought of seeing Terry again — of hearing that deep, Southern-laced voice, of watching the way his eyes studied her with that unreadable intensity—told a different story.
Shaking the thought away, she pushed up from her desk and headed toward the bathroom.
A hot shower washed away the day’s work, steam curling through the air as she took her time lathering her skin with her favorite body butters and oils, each stroke leaving behind a warm, luxurious sheen. By the time she stepped out, her skin was radiant, carrying the soft, enticing scent of vanilla, amber, and cocoa butter.
Moving to her vanity, she kept her makeup soft and sultry—just enough to enhance her features without overshadowing them. A soft glam look, nothing too dramatic. She didn’t need much. Her beauty spoke for itself.
Her hair, still in the pineapple she had put it in earlier, was next. She reached for her bottle of The Doux leave-in conditioner, lightly spritzing her thick, coiled strands before fluffing her afro into the perfect shape.
Effortless. Beautiful. Essence.
As she moved to her closet, she pulled out her phone to search for the restaurant Terry had chosen. She needed to get an idea of what would be acceptable to wear. The moment the page loaded, a slow smile spread across her lips.
A Thai and Japanese fusion spot, named Thai Ginger. Romantic ambiance. Dim lighting. A touch of intimacy.
She wasn’t sure if he had chosen it simply for the food or if he was hinting at something more, but either way, he had gotten it right. It looked amazing from what little she could see online.
A few outfit changes later, she settled on an olive-green dress with a draped neckline and thin spaghetti straps. The way it hugged her curves was almost criminal, the silky fabric skimming over her skin like a lover’s touch. The open-back design showcased the toned expanse of her back, adding just the right amount of allure.
Gold accents tied everything together—delicate jewelry, strappy gold heels by La Femme, and her freshly manicured acrylic nails painted a classic pink and white french with toes to match.
Flirty with a dash of sexy. Not too much, but just enough.
As she took one last glance in the mirror, she exhaled slowly.
"Just dinner," she reminded herself.
But why did it feel like something more?
With a final spritz of her Dolce & Gabbana The Only One perfume, she exhaled, savoring the delicate blend of caramel, vanilla, and coffee notes that hovered in the air.
She grabbed her gold Bottega Veneta Andiamo clutch, snapped a cute picture in front of her hall mirror, then slipped her phone and some essentials inside before heading out the door.
The Dallas evening air was crisp but pleasant as she slid into the beige driver’s seat of her Audi A5 Cabriolet, the glacier white metallic paint gleaming under the glow of streetlights.
As she followed her GPS she realized the route was almost identical to how she gets to Meadows.
Once she parked at Thai Ginger she grabbed her iPhone 16 and tapped at the screen, sending a quick text to Terry.
Essence: Just parked. I’m here.
She made it 5 minutes early. She'd take the small win.
As she stepped out of the car, she swiped to her messages with Raina, quickly sharing her location and Terry’s name.
Essence: Made it. Just in case.
Her phone buzzed with an instant reply.
Bestie: Got ya, have fun. 🤎 Text me when u get home. I got 911 on speed dial if u need me.
Shaking her head at Raina’s dramatic flair, she replied with a heart emoji and slid her phone into her clutch making her way toward the entrance.
The restaurant's warm glow spilled onto the sidewalk, the scent of spices and sizzling flavors teasing her senses. The lush green ceiling inside was adorned with hanging plants and woven rattan pendant lights, casting an intimate ambiance. Dark upholstered chairs and wooden tables sat upon the shiny wood floor, their elegance enhanced by marble-topped service stations and panoramic windows showcasing the softly lit cityscape.
As she reached the hostess booth, her fingers lightly drummed against her clutch, anticipation humming beneath her skin.
A familiar presence sent a shiver down her spine.
“Took you long enough,” a deep, teasing drawl murmured near her ear.
Essence turned sharply, her breath hitching.
Terry stood before her, his gaze sweeping over her with an intensity that made her stomach do somersaults. His long camel-colored overcoat draped effortlessly over broad shoulders, framing the crisp white button-up that hinted at the strength beneath. Dark gray slacks complemented the ensemble, a perfect blend of refinement and rugged charm.
And, of course, there was that smirk—subtle but knowing, as if he could sense her every thought.
Her cheeks warmed. “You weren’t supposed to sneak up on me like that.”
His eyes glimmered with amusement. “Couldn’t help myself.”
Before she could respond, his hand found the small of her back, warm and steady as he leaned in slightly. “C’mon,” he said, guiding her forward.
Terry led Essence through the softly lit interior of the restaurant, weaving past tables of lively conversation and the gentle clinking of glasses. The air carried the tantalizing aromas of sizzling Thai spices and the crisp, clean scent of freshly prepared sushi. He guided her toward a secluded booth in the back corner of the building, where floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the shadowed tranquility of Meadows Park. The moon hung full and luminous in the night sky, its silver light spilling through the glass, casting a dreamy glow over their table.
Essence slid into the plush booth, smoothing the fabric of her dress as she got comfortable. She glanced at Terry, noting how effortlessly the tailored button-down and dark slacks molded to his frame. His usual rugged charm had been refined with an undeniable sophistication. The fresh scent of his cologne—deep, warm, with a hint of spice—drifted between them.
She mustered up the nerve to speak. “You clean up well.”
Terry’s lips quirked into a slow, knowing smile. “Appreciate it,” he murmured, his voice dipped in molasses. His captivating eyes flickered as he took her in. “You look lovely yourself.”
Their gazes lingered for a beat longer than necessary, charged with undeniable attraction.
Before the air between them could grow too thick, their waiter approached with an easygoing smile. He was tall and slim, with sharp, angular features that hinted at his Asian descent. His dark hair was neatly tied back, and his uniform was crisp, exuding a quiet confidence. “Good evening, I’ll be taking care of y’all tonight. Name’s Ren.” He placed menus before them and poured chilled water into their glasses. “Can I start you both off with something to drink?”
Terry gestured toward Essence. “Whatever you’d like, sweetheart.”
She glanced at the menu briefly before deciding. “I’ll have an Appletini.”
Terry smirked, nodding approvingly before turning to Ren. “Old Fashioned for me.”
Ren jotted down their selections before asking, “Would you like to start with any appetizers?”
Terry turned his attention back to Essence. “Mind if I pick a few favorites? Promise you’ll like ’em.” His voice was rich with confidence, though his eyes held a quiet question. “Any allergies?”
Essence shook her head, a playful glint in her gaze. “I trust your palate.”
He nodded, then smoothly placed their order. “We’ll start with the seaweed salad, the fantasy sushi roll, and chicken curry puffs. Thanks.”
Essence hummed in approval, leaning into the cushioned booth. “I love Thai and Japanese cuisine, but I haven’t had the chance to try any spots since moving here.”
Terry’s brow lifted slightly. “That right? Well, looks like I got the honor of introducin’ you to one of the best.”
Essence smirked, tilting her head. “Guess so.”
Ren returned moments later with their drinks, condensation slipping down the sides of the glasses. Essence took a slow sip of her Appletini, savoring the crisp apple flavor with a hint of citrus.
Terry, watching her closely, swirled the amber liquid in his glass before taking a measured sip. “So,” he mused, setting it down, “what brought you to Dallas?”
Essence set her glass down, leaning slightly forward. “I’m originally from Atlanta. I used to work at a talent agency there, but my best friend, Raina, asked me to join the marketing team as a lead for her fashion brand.” She smiled, reminiscing. “I’ve always loved fashion. Growing up, I used to admire people’s clothes in my parents’ dry cleaning business. It felt natural to move into something that aligned with that passion.”
Their waiter returned briefly to inform them that their appetizers would be out shortly. They both thanked him before continuing the conversation.
As they browsed the menu for their entrées, Essence glanced at Terry with curiosity. His deep, Southern-tinged voice had been lingering in her mind. “I noticed your accent,” she said, studying him. “Can’t quite place where it’s from.”
Terry’s lips quirked slightly as he leaned back. “Louisiana. Born and raised.”
Essence’s brow lifted in intrigue. “That so? And what do you do?”
He swirled his drink absently before replying, “Ex-Marine. Followed in my father’s footsteps for a while. Now, I own a security and transportation company—Richmond Guard Agency.”
She nodded, impressed. “That sounds intense but rewarding.”
Terry shrugged modestly. “It has its moments.”
She tilted her head slightly in curiosity. “What made you move to Dallas?”
A brief silence passed between them. Terry’s expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across his face. He opened his mouth to respond but was saved by Ren’s timely approach, placing their appetizers in the center of the table with their appetizer plates. The conversation paused as they turned their attention to the beautifully plated dishes before them.
Terry watched with a smirk as Essence finally looked away from him, her gaze settling on the appetizers.
Before she could decide, Terry reached for her chopsticks, smoothly unwrapping them. With practiced ease, he picked up a bit of seaweed salad and carefully placed it atop a fantasy roll with pickled ginger. Holding it between the chopsticks, he lifted it toward her lips.
Essence hesitated, blinking at him in mild disbelief. Was he really trying to feed her? She searched his face, noting the boyish anticipation glimmering in his striking eyes. With a soft chuckle and a shake of her head, she leaned forward, parting her lips to take the bite.
Terry felt something tighten in his chest as he watched her tongue slip from between her lips, scooping up the roll before she began to chew. His mouth watered, but he wasn’t sure if the cause was the food or something else entirely.
A soft moan escaped Essence as she closed her eyes, savoring the burst of flavors. “Mmm,” she hummed, then giggled. “Sorry, this is delicious. I haven’t had sushi in so long. What’s in it?”
Terry’s smirk deepened. “No need to apologize. I’m glad you like it. There’s salmon, tuna, yellowtail, spicy mayo, cucumber, and avocado on top. The seaweed salad just takes it to another level.” He handed her chopsticks back to her before popping a roll into his own mouth.
Essence hummed in acknowledgment, letting the flavors linger on her tongue. She reached for a curry puff next, dipping it into the accompanying sauce before taking a bite. The crisp, flaky pastry and the rich, spiced filling had her doing a small, involuntary shimmy in her seat.
Terry let out a soft chuckle. “Damn, it’s that good?”
She swallowed and grinned. “I know they say food is the way to a man’s heart, but that rings true for me too. Don’t let my looks fool you. I’m a foodie at heart. Pilates and yoga just keep things going to the right places.”
Terry’s brows lifted slightly as his gaze slowly traveled over her frame. “Noted,” he murmured, his voice thick with something unspoken.
There those butterflies go again.
Essence took a sip of her Appletini as Ren readjusted the appetizers to make room for their entrees, placing beef red curry in front of her and tamarind duck in front of Terry, leaving jasmine rice for both of them.
They thanked Ren and commented on how good everything looked and smelled.
Terry sucked his teeth. “Damn, I forgot to say grace.” He looked at Essence. “You mind if I bless the food?”
She smiled, shaking her head. “Go right ahead.”
They both bowed their heads and as Terry murmured a quiet prayer, his deep voice carrying a reverence that made Essence pause. When he finished, they dug in, the flavors immediately lighting up their tastebuds.
A comfortable silence fell upon them as they enjoyed their food. Then, Terry cut off a piece of his duck, spearing it with a fresh fork before holding it out to her. “Try this.”
Essence arched a brow, but there was amusement in her expression. She leaned forward slightly, letting him feed her, her lips closing around the fork as she savored the tender meat coated in the sweet, tangy sauce.
She hummed in approval. “That’s good.”
“How’d you find this place?” she asked, setting her fork down. “It’s a gem and right by the park. I can’t believe I never noticed it.”
Terry finished chewing before answering. “My buddy, Kelvin, from the Marines put me on. He actually helped me get my footing out here.”
Essence was pleased to hear he had made a meaningful friendship during his time in the service. “Well, next time you speak to him, tell him my taste buds thank him.”
Terry laughed, nodding. “I’ll be sure to do that.”
Terry leaned back slightly, watching the way Essence’s lips curled in amusement. The dim lighting of the restaurant cast a golden glow over her skin, and for a moment, he simply took her in. Then, with an easy confidence, he met her gaze again.
"So... there's a band playing in the park tonight. A mix of jazz and R&B, and I was thinking we could grab some dessert to go and enjoy it there."
Essence arched a brow, a slow smirk forming as she leaned toward him, the vodka from her Appletini providing just enough warmth to stoke her boldness. "You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you tricked me into a date, Mr. Richmond."
Terry hummed, nodding his head as he leaned in, closing the space between them. His voice dropped, smooth and low. "Well, I would hope you don’t think I just take women to romantic restaurants and feed them for sport."
Her breath hitched slightly at the way his words settled between them. He was confirming what she already suspected, and yet, the way he did it made her pulse skip a beat.
"And what if I wasn’t interested?" she challenged, tilting her head.
Terry’s smirk deepened. "C’mon, beautiful. You’re smart, driven, and know exactly what you want. If you weren’t interested, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now."
Essence blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his accuracy. He was reading her too well—too effortlessly. She pursed her lips in an attempt to suppress the smile threatening to break free. She told herself not to get her hopes up, not to overanalyze this moment, but deep down, she knew. The second she looked up Jing’s Thai and Japanese Fusion, she knew.
Terry studied her, his head tilting slightly. "So, is that smile you're trying to hide a yes, or do I have to sulk, eat dessert alone, and tell Onyx you’re the one that got away?"
That did it. A laugh slipped past Essence’s lips before she could stop it. "You’re ridiculous," she teased, shaking her head.
"But?" he prompted, his smirk not fading.
She sighed dramatically before giving him a small nod. "Fine. Dessert and live music it is."
Terry grinned, satisfied, and signaled Ren over. He ordered a chocolate Grand Marnier soufflé and a crème brûlée to go before handling the bill. As they waited, they both made a quick stop at their respective restrooms. By the time they returned, their order was neatly packed and waiting for them.
Ren smiled as he handed over the bag. "Hope y’all have a great rest of your night. Come back and see us again."
Terry slid a generous tip into Ren’s hand with a nod. "Appreciate you, man. Take it easy."
With that, he placed a hand at the small of Essence’s back, guiding her out of the restaurant the same way they came—together.
As Essence pulled into the parking lot, she immediately spotted Terry’s black Chevy Tahoe LT parked a few spaces away. The glossy exterior reflected the golden hues of the streetlights, making it stand out even in the evening dimness. She eased her car into the space right beside his, cutting the engine before taking a deep breath.
Before she could reach for her door handle, Terry was already approaching. Through her windshield, she caught sight of him—towering, effortless in his stride, with that signature smirk playing at his lips. In one hand, he carried a neatly folded blanket, and in the other, a small bag that she could only assume held the desserts he’d promised.
Essence stepped out of her car, the warm night air settling over her skin. As she met him at the front of their vehicles, she tilted her head with a teasing smile. “I see you came prepared.”
Terry chuckled, shifting the items in his grip. “Told you I’d come correct.”
Her gaze flickered to his truck, then back to him. “Nice ride.”
He mirrored her glance toward her car, nodding in approval. “You too. Clean, sleek… just like I figured.”
She smirked. “Oh, so you’ve been imagining what I drive?”
Terry met her eyes, something unreadable glinting in his expression. “Maybe.”
The way he said it sent a ripple of warmth through her, but she played it off, slipping her arm through his when he offered it. The gesture felt natural, the solid warmth of his frame beside hers grounding. Their height difference was more apparent this way, but instead of feeling small, she felt… protected. Safe.
As they strolled toward the heart of the park, the soulful hum of jazz music drifted through the air, mixing with the sounds of laughter and easy conversation. The park was alive with a blend of people—couples walking hand in hand, families lounging on picnic blankets, groups of friends sharing bottles of wine beneath the glow of hanging string lights. The atmosphere was vibrant yet intimate, an eclectic mix of cultures coming together in the shared appreciation of music, food, and community.
Terry’s voice broke through her thoughts. “You good?”
Essence glanced up, realizing she’d been caught up in taking in the scene. “Yeah,” she murmured. “Just… taking it all in.”
His lips curved at the corners. “It’s a vibe, ain’t it?”
She nodded, letting herself sink into the moment.
As they approached an open area, Terry spotted a vacant park bench tucked beneath the shade of an old oak tree. He nodded toward it. “Look like the spot?”
Essence nodded, and without hesitation, he draped the blanket over the bench before gesturing for her to sit. He followed suit, setting the dessert bag between them.
Terry leaned back slightly, draping an arm over the back of the bench as he glanced down at her heels. “I hope I didn’t torture you by having you walk out here. These heels look amazing on you, but I can’t imagine they’re that comfortable.”
Essence giggled, her eyes glimmering with amusement. “You’re too sweet to be from this planet. I came out my mama’s womb strutting. Trust, I’m okay.” She shifted, making herself comfortable as she crossed her right leg over her left. The subtle movement brought her foot into light contact with the front of his leg.
She barely had time to react before she instinctively began to pull away. “Sorry,” she murmured, the word barely slipping past her lips.
But before she could fully retract, Terry’s hand found her leg, his touch warm and deliberate. His fingers traced a slow, reassuring caress, a silent message that there was nothing to apologize for.
A sharp inhale hitched in Essence’s throat as a shiver coursed through her leg. Terry noticed the slight tension, the way her muscles instinctively clenched beneath his touch. He gave her calf an affectionate tap, his voice low and smooth. “No need to be sorry. I don’t mind. I want you comfortable. As long as you’re comfortable, I’m a happy man.” A teasing smirk tugged at his lips. “And I assure you, I am from this planet.”
Essence let out a soft laugh, easing back into the moment as their shared chuckle melted away the fleeting tension.
Terry reached for the dessert bag, pulling out the neatly packed containers. He handed one to her and took the other for himself, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he scooped up a spoonful of crème brûlée with fresh berries, the caramelized top cracking just slightly beneath the utensil. He turned to her, lifting the spoon toward her lips. “Go on,” he encouraged, his voice edged with subtle seduction.
Essence parted her lips, allowing the spoon to slide past them. Her full lips wrapped around the utensil, the smooth, decadent sweetness melting over her tongue with a subtle tartness from the berries. A small, satisfied sigh escaped her before she swallowed.
“That’s perfection,” she murmured, savoring the lingering taste.
Terry’s gaze darkened with something unreadable as he watched her, but he played it cool, waiting.
“Here, try it,” she offered, her voice softer now. She dipped her own spoon into the dessert he held and carefully brought it to his lips.
He didn’t break eye contact as he took the bite, lips brushing against the plastic before slowly pulling away. He let the flavors settle, then let out a quiet, appreciative hum.
“Mmm… Perfection doesn’t even cut it,” he mused, voice deep and deliberate.
The weight of his words, laced with a double meaning, hung between them. Essence felt her breath hitch, the double entendre hanging in the air thick as the warm night. Heat curled in her stomach, but she quickly dropped her gaze, feigning interest in the dessert container in her hands.
If it weren’t for the deep melanin of her skin, she knew her face would be flushed. But Terry, perceptive as ever, caught the telltale shift in her expression. Her high cheekbones gave her away.
Still, he didn’t tease her for it.
Instead, he simply watched her, a slow, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
They continued to feed each other dessert as they enjoyed the music played by the band in the middle of the park. Both their heads swayed to the beat, caught in the easy rhythm of the night.
Essence dipped her spoon into the last bite of her crème brûlée, glancing over at Terry. “So, how long have you had Onyx? I always wanted a dog, but I wanted to wait until I fully settle into the city.”
Terry leaned back slightly, his expression softening. “About 2 years ago, right before I moved here. He was just a lil’ pup then... a stray, actually. His owners used to live in the complex I stay in now. They moved and left him stranded.”
Essence’s brow furrowed, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes. “They just left him?”
Terry nodded, looking off into the distance as if replaying the memory. “One day, he was out in the neighborhood and spotted me as I came back from the gym. He was crying, whining—just this little thing, all skin and bones. That’s when I noticed he didn’t have a collar, and he was a bit dirty. I figured he may not be in the greatest condition, so I took him to the vet that same day. I couldn’t bring myself to put him in a shelter, so I nursed him back to health. We’ve been inseparable ever since.”
Essence smiled, admiring the warmth in his voice, the way his features softened when he spoke about Onyx. “Well, he’s a lucky boy to have a dad like you. I can never wrap my head around people being cruel to animals.”
“Agreed,” Terry murmured, a thoughtful look passing over his face. Then, his lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “Honestly, I’m the lucky one. I may have rescued him, but he rescues me daily.”
Essence tilted her head, curiosity tugging at her. “How so?”
Terry sighed, the weight of his past pressing against the moment. He glanced at Essence, her dark eyes steady on him, open and patient. He hadn’t planned to go this deep tonight, but something about her made it feel… right.
"You know when you asked what brought me to Dallas?" His voice was low, measured. "I really didn’t want to put a damper on the night, but… I feel like I can trust you. And I promise, I ain't trying to trauma bond or whatever other manipulative tactics niggas use to mistreat women."
Essence didn’t flinch at his words. Instead, she reached for the remaining desserts, setting them to the side as if clearing the space for him. For them. “I’m all ears, Terry. We all have an origin story. Yours is safe with me.”
She turned toward him then, her fingers slipping around his right hand, anchoring him. The simple act sent warmth through him, a quiet reassurance that he hadn’t expected but welcomed. He looked down at their joined hands, exhaling as a small, grateful smile crossed his lips.
With a steadying breath, he began.
He told her about Shelby Springs, Louisiana—how it shaped him, how it nearly broke him. He spoke about Mike, his cousin, who was arrested on a minor charge but never made it out of jail alive. How the money that should have secured his release had been confiscated under corrupt civil asset forfeiture laws, lining the pockets of dirty cops instead of saving his cousin’s life.
He told her about the fight for justice, about Summer, the court clerk who risked everything to expose the corruption, about the trials and convictions that followed. About the settlements his family—and others—received after the scandal finally cracked open.
“I thought after we laid Mike to rest, after they were found guilty and sentenced, after my family and the other families got their settlement money… I’d feel whole again.” He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head. “But I wasn’t. Bad enough I still dealt with some PTSD from serving, but then I felt like my cousin’s blood was on my hands and…”
His voice wavered, and Essence squeezed his hand, her thumb running soothing circles over his skin. “Take your time,” she murmured, her voice soft, steady.
He looked at her then, really looked at her, and for the first time in a long time, he felt something shift inside him. Like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to carry it all alone.
Terry took a breath, forcing back the tears threatening to fall. “I felt survivor’s guilt, and it made my nightmares worse. I struggled to get any kind of restful sleep. My buddy, Kel—the one I told you about—kept offering me a place to stay, said it’d help clear my head. Eventually, I took him up on it. The change of scenery helped, and I used some of my settlement money to invest in my business. Things just started to fall into place.”
He paused, a small smile creeping onto his face as he reflected on how far he’d come. “I landed some contracts with a few businesses and even a couple Cowboys players. Been running steady ever since. It gave me something to pour into, something to take my mind off the bullshit I went through. But the nightmares still came.”
His voice dropped slightly, the weight of it still lingering despite the progress he’d made. “Finally, after taking some time away from work, I mustered up the courage to start therapy. My therapist has been a huge help, but I didn’t start sleeping well ‘til Onyx came into my life. I still get the occasional night terror, but he pulls me out of them. He’s loyal to a fault."
Essence didn’t realize a tear had slipped down her cheek until she felt the gentle graze of Terry’s thumb against her skin. His touch was careful, his thumb swiping away the tear without disturbing her makeup.
“Damn. I didn’t mean to get you crying, Mamas,” he murmured, his voice laced with concern.
She let out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking her head as she blinked away the rest of the moisture gathering in her eyes. “It’s not a bad thing,” she assured him. “I just… I feel that. Everything you’ve been through, how you turned your pain into something meaningful—it’s powerful, Terry.”
His gaze held hers for a long moment, something unreadable flickering behind his deep brown eyes. Then, as if trying to lighten the mood, he smirked. “So you think I’m powerful, huh?”
Essence rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. “I think you’re alright.”
Terry chuckled, his hand lingering for just a second longer before he pulled away, the warmth of his touch leaving her yearning for more.
Essence sniffled, a small smile gracing her lips. “I’m proud of you,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of sincerity. They shared a lingering stare, something warm and unspoken passing between them. “Mike is definitely watching over you, and I’m sure God aligned you and Onyx together. I’m happy you have each other.”
Terry lifted her hand to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss to it. “Thank you, beautiful. Me too.”
He cleared his throat, swiping away any remaining moisture in his eyes before flashing her a smirk. “Let’s... lighten the mood. What does Essence Daniels do for fun when she’s not being a marketing genius?”
Essence tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Well, I love getting lost in a good book, spending time at the park, meditating, and doing yoga—you’ve seen all of that firsthand.” She giggled before continuing, “I’ve even learned to enjoy Pilates and the stair master. I wouldn’t call them fun, but they’re worth it.
I love going to the movies—sometimes I’ll spend a whole rainy day watching back-to-back films at the theater. And, of course, a night out with my girls is always a blast. I’ll never say no to a little retail therapy or gaming on my PS5, either. But more than anything, I love to travel. I haven’t had the chance to since moving here, but I’m planning a trip sometime this year.”
Terry nodded, his smirk deepening. "I’m pretty much the same, minus the shopping. I’d swap that out for jiu jitsu and a good anime binge. So, you’re a sexy girl gamer, like the outdoors, love to travel, and a slight shopaholic... I can handle that.”
Essence giggled, shaking her head. “Oh, you can handle that, huh? How do I know you’re not busy handling another woman in the city or anywhere else for that matter?” she asked teasingly, but curiosity flickered beneath her playful tone. A man like him—charming, successful, and undeniably attractive—being single didn’t seem real.
Terry’s smirk remained, but his eyes held a steady sincerity as he looked at her, still vibing to the rhythm of the band’s instruments. “Nah. Right hand to God, the only woman I’m trying to handle is you. I’ve never had the patience to deal with multiple women at once. That sounds and looks like a headache I don’t need on my plate. Plus, I prefer the stability of a relationship, but I didn’t have the capacity to give myself to someone with all the struggles I had to face.”
He tilted his head slightly. “What about you, though? A nigga isn’t gonna stalk me and have me on First 48 for wining and dining his woman, is he?”
Essence threw her head back in laughter, shaking her head as she tried to catch her breath. “No, sir. I promise you will be perfectly safe, though I’m sure you could defend yourself with your combat training, muscles, and loyal dog.” She smirked, playfully nudging his arm. “I’ve been focused on myself. Had a couple dates, but they weren’t worth doubling back to.”
Terry exhaled dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “Their loss. And how am I doing on the ‘double back’ list?”
Essence gave him a slow, knowing smile. “We’ll see once the night is over,” she teased, eyes glinting with mischief.
Before Terry could respond, Essence suddenly gasped, eyes widening as the opening chords of A Long Walk by Jill Scott filled the air. The crowd erupted in cheers, echoing her excitement.
“Oh, now this is my song!” she exclaimed, bouncing slightly in her seat, already swaying to the melody.
“They don’t make music like this anymore,” Essence said, humming along to the beat as she gently swayed in her seat.
Terry nodded in agreement, a slow smile curving his lips. “They sure don’t.” Then, with effortless charm, he stood and extended his hand toward her. “May I have this dance, Ms. Daniels?”
Essence’s eyes trailed up to his, the warmth in his gaze making her breath catch for just a second. She placed her hand in his, rising with grace. “You may, Mr. Richmond.”
Terry pulled her in, pressing her gently to his chest. Her head rested against him, his chin settling atop her crown like it belonged there. Her left hand held onto his bicep, while her right was cradled securely in his larger one.
They moved together, their bodies falling into an unspoken rhythm as Jill Scott’s A Long Walk wrapped around them like silk. The air between them was thick with tension, simmering beneath the surface but didn’t need to be rushed.
Essence breathed in the scent of him—musky, with hints of sweetness, oud wood, cedar, amber, nutmeg, and bergamot. It was rich and warm, lingering like an embrace. Meanwhile, Terry took in the creamy coconut fragrance that nestled in her 4C strands, mixed with the intoxicating blend of vanilla, patchouli, coffee, and bergamot from her perfume. The combination was her—soft yet bold, grounding yet alluring.
Neither spoke. They didn’t need to.
The song ended, but neither of them moved right away. The warmth, the yearning, the comfort of just being—they let it stretch a little longer before finally stepping back.
As if on cue, the MC’s voice rang out over the speakers. “Alright, beautiful people! We’ve got about thirty minutes left before we wrap things up. We hope y’all had an amazing night!”
Essence glanced down at the Pandora watch on her wrist, her eyes widening in surprise. “Where did the time go? It doesn’t even feel like it’s about to be midnight.”
Terry chuckled, running a hand over his beard. “They say time flies when you’re having fun. I guess I should escort you back to your car. I think it’s supposed to rain soon anyway, and I’d hate for you to get wet…”
I wouldn’t mind getting wet…
Essence blinked away the thought before it could fully settle. Instead, she nodded, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Yeah. I’m sure Onyx expects you home soon, too.”
“He’s probably knocked out by now, to be honest,” Terry said, amusement lacing his tone. “I have this whole setup for him where he can pour food for himself when I’m not there, and there’s a little bathroom system. He’s so smart that I wanted to train him past the basics.”
Essence smiled, shaking her head in admiration. “That’s so cute. He’s clearly the king of the castle.”
A sudden gust of wind swept past them, making her shiver as the air grew cooler. The storm was definitely on its way.
Terry caught the way she rubbed her arms, the subtle shift in her posture. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his camel-colored overcoat and gently draped it over her shoulders. “Here,” he said, his voice soft yet firm.
Essence glanced up at him, momentarily caught off guard by the simple yet thoughtful gesture. “Thank you,” she murmured, pulling the coat tighter around herself, relishing its warmth. The scent of his cologne clung to the fabric, surrounding her like an embrace.
Terry gathered the rest of their things, then took her hand in his, leading her toward the parking lot. Their footsteps were slow, unhurried, as if neither of them wanted to rush the moment.
When they reached her car, he handed her the bag with the remaining desserts and their leftovers. “For you,” he said with a smirk. “No letting this go to waste.”
Essence took the bag but then started to slip his coat off to return it. Before she could, Terry held up a hand in protest. “Nah, keep it. Gives you another reason to let me take you out.”
A knowing smile spread across her lips as she folded the coat neatly and placed it on her passenger seat alongside her purse. “Smooth.”
Terry leaned slightly against her car, arms crossed as he looked at her. “So… where am I on the double back list now? Hmm?”
Essence tilted her head, eyes gleaming with intrigue. “Let’s just say you’ll be seeing me again. You passed the character assessment thus far.”
Terry’s eyes twinkled with warmth as his lips curved into a smirk. “I look forward to it. Thank you for coming out with me… and letting me trick you.” He chuckled. “I haven’t asked anyone on a date in a long time. Might be a little rusty.”
Essence shook her head, laughing softly. “Well, you had the perfect wingman… or wingpup, rather.”
They both shared an easy laugh, the night settling around them like a melody.
“I really enjoyed myself,” she added, meeting his gaze. “You’ve been the perfect gentleman.”
Terry placed a hand over his chest in mock relief. “Glad to hear it. I enj—”
Before he could finish his sentence, a fat droplet of rain landed square on his face, followed by another and another.
“Shit,” he muttered, glancing up at the sky as the rain began to fall in earnest. “We better get out of here.” He turned back to her, voice firm but gentle. “Call me when you get home—or text me. I just want to make sure you made it safely.”
Essence smiled, tucking a damp curl behind her ear. “I’ll call you,” she promised. “I really did have a great time.”
“Me too.”
Then, without hesitation, Terry leaned in, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to her cheek. His lips hovered near her ear as he whispered, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
His breath sent a shiver skittering down her spine, and it had nothing to do with the rain soaking through her dress. A slow storm brewed deep in her belly, the kind that had nothing to do with the weather.
"Goodnight," she whispered as he started to retreat.
She turned to open her car door just as Terry’s voice rang through the downpour.
“Essence!”
She whirled around, barely getting the question out. “Did you need your coa—”
Before she could finish, he was there, closing the distance between them in three determined strides. His strong arms pulled her against him, body to body, and then his lips were on hers.
The kiss was gentle at first—soft, questioning—but as soon as he felt her hesitation melt into surrender, he deepened it.
The rest of the world blurred. The sounds of people rushing to their cars, tires splashing through puddles, the distant rumble of thunder—it all faded into nothing.
There was only him. Only them.
Essence’s hands trailed up his arms, past the solid curve of his shoulders, until they reach his head, cradling it tenderly.
A soft moan escaped her lips as the tip of his tongue grazed the seem of her mouth. She parted for him, tasting the lingering whiskey on his tongue, the remnants of their shared dessert. He was intoxicating in more ways than one.
Terry’s thumbs rubbed slow, deliberate circles against her back, committing the feel of her to memory. When she nipped at his bottom lip, he let out a quiet, almost desperate sound before returning the favor—sucking her lip between his own before finally, finally pulling away.
They stood there, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling in the cool night air.
Terry grinned, his voice husky with amusement. “I knew that lil’ vixen was in there somewhere.”
Essence let out a breathy laugh before rising on her toes to place another soft kiss against his lips. Then, with a whisper laced in longing, she said, “Come home with me.”
Terry pulled back slightly, his brows furrowing as he searched her face. “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush, baby.” His voice was low, careful, making sure she wasn’t swept up in the moment.
She sighed, a smile curving her lips at the way baby rolled off his tongue like it already belonged to her.
“I’m sure, Terry.” Her eyes held his, unwavering. “I want you.”
A clap of thunder echoed in the distance.
And Terry made his decision.
Terry nodded, running a hand down his face to wipe away the raindrops clinging to his lashes. His voice was low, firm. “I’ll follow you.”
They both hurried into their cars, and as Essence settled into the driver’s seat, reality hit her—she had just lived out a full-fledged romance movie moment. A breathless giggle escaped her lips as the memory of Terry’s kiss in the rain replayed vividly in her mind.
Cool droplets trickled down her back, her drenched 4C strands stretching past her shoulders, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was the heat of his hands, the way they had anchored her to him, the silent claim he’d placed on her without a single word.
With a steadying breath, she pulled out of the lot, keeping her focus on the road. Every so often, she glanced in her rearview mirror, her stomach tightening each time she caught sight of Terry’s headlights trailing closely behind her. He was right there—steady, unwavering. Just like she imagined he would be.
Luckily, her apartment complex was only ten minutes away. As they approached, she slowed down, signaling a right turn, then another left into the visitor parking area. She grabbed her phone and quickly called him.
“You can park there in the visitor section. I’ll meet you inside,” she instructed, her voice softer than she intended, laced with quiet anticipation.
“Got it.” His voice, even through the phone, sent a delicious shiver through her. “I’m also sending you a link with the password to my latest STD results.”
Her breath hitched at his words—not out of worry, but out of appreciation. The fact that he was proactive, taking matters into his own hands to ensure they were both safe, only made her want him more.
“I’ll send mine, too,” she replied, already pulling up her own test results to match his energy.
Minutes later, both confirmations were exchanged—clean bills of health. No barriers. No excuses. Just them.
Essence parked in her assigned spot, gathering her belongings and his coat before quickly making her way toward the lobby.
Terry leaned against the wall outside, phone in hand, but as soon as he heard the door unlocking, he looked up, his gaze locking onto hers.
His eyes—pools of blue, green, and gray—swirled like an untamed sea, unreadable yet mesmerizing beneath the dim lobby lights.
She struggled briefly with her hands full, and before she could even think to shift things around, Terry was there, stepping in with effortless ease.
“Here, let me.” His voice was a low rumble as he relieved her of everything but her clutch.
Then, as naturally as breathing, he reached for her free hand.
Essence barely had a moment to process before she felt the warmth of his fingers parting slightly, inviting hers to lace through.
She didn’t hesitate.
Their hands intertwined, his grip firm but easy, like they’d been doing this forever. Like he wasn’t just holding her hand, but something deeper. A slow exhale left her lips as she led him toward the elevator, her pulse quickening with every step.
She led him to the elevators and placed her access bracelet to the sensor, triggering the elevator to descend to the lobby.
"Oh, you fancy. I gotta step my game up," Terry joked, a smile spreading across his face as he looked down at her. His expression gave him an adorable boyish look.
"Oh, please, Mr. CEO. You're the one who's really big-time, and I'm sure your place is just as upscale as this," she commented right as the elevator doors opened.
They stepped in, and she pressed her long nail to the illuminated 31.
"I'm sure you have a fire view. That's the only reason I ever wanted a high-rise apartment, but then I stumbled across my townhouse and had to buy it," Terry said, trying to imagine what her apartment looked like as the elevator ascended to her floor.
"And he's a homeowner? You're like every woman's wet dream," she teased with a giggle.
Suddenly, Terry’s hand let go of hers and wrapped around her waist, guiding her in front of him, then pressing her back against his firm chest. At 6'3”, his towering frame enveloped her smaller one with ease. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the growing bulge in Terry's slacks and his warm breath at her ear. "The only wet dreams I'm concerned about are yours," he whispered seductively against her skin before trailing slow, deliberate kisses down the side of her neck.
A moan and the sound of kisses filled the small space as the elevator neared her floor. Essence’s head leaned back slightly, granting him more access, her hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck as he wound her hips, pressing her deeper against him. The friction sent sparks through her, and a low groan rumbled in Terry’s chest, sending a shiver down her spine. The heat between them built with every slow grind, her own arousal evident as a wet spot formed in the seat of her thong.
Essence's eyes flickered to the mirrored walls of the elevator, catching their reflection. The sight made her stomach tighten—her body melded against Terry’s, his hands possessively gripping her waist, his mouth teasing the curve of her neck. They looked so good together, like a scene from a movie she never wanted to end.
She glanced up at the screen of the elevator.
Just six more floors to go, she thought. Usually, the ride to her floor felt fast, but this was pure torture. Every second stretched, their heavy breaths and quiet moans amplifying the tension between them.
Finally, the screen flashed "31" with a sharp beep.
The doors slid open, and she rushed through as soon as they were wide enough —her heels clicking urgently against the polished floor. Terry smirked as he followed, his long strides closing the distance between them with ease. The quiet, neutral-toned hallway felt like a pathway to something inevitable, the air thick with anticipation as she led him to her door —her pulse thrumming in her ears.
The tapping of Essence's heels slowed as she approached her door and put her bracelet to the scanner, causing the lock to disengage with a soft click. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said as she pushed the door open and turned on the hall light.
Terry stepped in, locking the door behind him before taking in his surroundings. The refreshing scent of lime and coconut pleased his nose. From what he could see from the hallway, Essence's decor fit he rpersonality. Paintings adorned her walls, showcasing her love for the form of Black women and Black art. A cohesive color scheme of neutral colors, hints of blue, and grays tied everything together. The space was well-organized, clean, yet exuded warmth—lived in and loved.
"You've got good taste. I’m sure you never want to leave sometimes. You really did your thing in here," he complimented, slipping off his shoes and leaving them neatly on the mat under her modern mixed-wood console table.
"Thank you, handsome. It really is my sanctuary."
Her voice carried from the kitchen as she stored their leftovers in the fridge. The tap of her heels grew closer as she walked back down the hall. Terry's eyes locked onto the sway of her hips, the corner of his mouth twitching as he resisted the urge to smirk. She stopped in front of him, leaning down to finally release her feet from her favorite gold heels, only for Terry to squat down in front of her, reaching for the straps around her ankle.
"I got you," he murmured, fingers working deftly to unravel the delicate straps.
As the straps loosened from her skin, she placed both hands on Terry's shoulders to keep her balance while stepping out of her shoes. Stormy ocean eyes met rich chocolate orbs as he looked up and then rose to his full height, towering even more over her 5'7" frame.
The soaked fabric of his shirt clung to his broad chest, the heat radiating between them undeniable. Essence leaned into him, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to his lips.
"We need to dry off before we catch a cold. Come on," she muttered against his soft mouth.
They walked into her bedroom, and Essence set her recessed lighting to a dim glow, giving the space an intimate, inviting vibe. The room reflected her aura—warm, serene, and effortlessly sensual.
She padded toward her ensuite bathroom and grabbed two fluffy beige towels from her linen closet. As she walked back, she gently dried her hair, catching Terry in the middle of observing the details of her space. His eyes traced over the textures of her king bed before locking onto her.
Standing before him, she placed the towel she used to dry her hair onto her oak wood dresser. Her fingers lifted to the buttons of his white shirt, undoing them one by one. Their gazes held, exchanging silent messages heavy with want, yearning, and unspoken hunger.
The tension between them was thick enough to be cut with a knife, but Essence wasn’t in a hurry. She savored the moment, taking her time. Each undone button revealed more of him—the light dusting of chest hair, the defined contours of his muscles, the lingering raindrops sliding down his skin.
Terry’s breath hitched slightly as her fingers grazed his skin. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer, the warmth of his palms seeping through the damp fabric of her dress. "I know you want to get us dry, but...I plan on getting you wet all over again," he teased, his voice husky, laced with anticipation.
Her pussy clenched with anticipation as her breath hitched slightly. "Mm, I'm counting on it," she purred as the last button of his shirt was undone.
Terry moved his hands away to remove his cufflinks and slipped off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
Essence’s eyes trailed down his torso, biting her lip as they lingered on the definition of his abs and the happy trail peeking above the rim of his slacks. She reached for the towel she had set aside for him and began drying him off, slowly gliding the fabric over his firm chest and shoulders.
Terry wrapped an arm around her waist, his large hand trailing down to cup the curve of her ass. He took her chin gently between his fingers, tilting her head up before capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.
Essence lost her grip on the towel, letting it slip to the side as she surrendered to him. The warmth of his touch sent tingles up her spine, her body pressing eagerly against his.
His lips began traveling downward, tracing a heated path from her mouth to her chin, then to the soft curve of her chest. With a hunger that matched his own, he slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders, allowing the damp fabric to glide down to her hips, exposing her perky breasts and the twin silver barbells piercing her chocolatey nipples.
Terry’s stormy gaze darkened with intrigue and desire. He exhaled sharply, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're just full of surprises, aren’t you, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice thick with approval as he looked up at her.
Before she could respond, his mouth descended on her right nipple, enveloping it in wet heat. His tongue flicked over the sensitive nub, alternating between sucking and teasing, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.
A light gasp slipped from Essence’s lips, quickly followed by a satisfied moan as her head fell back. One hand gripped the muscles of his back while the other cradled his head, holding him to her breast as he devoured her with unrelenting focus.
Her other breast received the same attention, then she felt Terry's tongue lick down her torso, leaving a kiss to her pierced navel. He reached down for the towel she had dropped and dried her as best he could. Once satisfied with his work, he pulled her dress down past her knees, letting it pool at her feet.
His desirous gaze trailed from the tip of her toes all the way up to her lustrous eyes. "You are so fuckin' beautiful," he complimented her. She smiled bashfully as her stomach clenched.
"Thank you, handsome."
His eyes then landed on the lacey black thong that was hiding what he hungered for. He hooked his fingers around the delicate fabric, his knuckles grazing her hips as he dragged them down her smooth legs. A string of her juices stretched between her lower lips to the seat of her thong before finally breaking.
Essence stepped out of them, her breath unsteady as Terry took his time admiring her. The smooth skin of her mound adorned with a strip of pubic hair caused a low growl to grow in his chest.
He pressed a kiss to her hip, then another lower, his hands caressing her thighs as he knelt before her. His breath was hot against her skin as he muttered, "I've been dying to taste you, baby."
A shudder ran through her body at his words, her fingers gliding over his head. "Then don’t keep me waiting," she whispered, her voice heavy with desire.
Terry groaned at her invitation before gripping the back of her left thigh, guiding it over his shoulder. One hand held her hip steady to keep her balanced, while the other gently spread the sticky lips of her pussy open. His stormy eyes locked onto hers as he dipped his head, taking a slow lick up her wet slit and over her clit.
Instantly, Essence hissed, her back arching as her grip on Terry’s shoulder tightened, struggling to keep her balance. As if reading her mind, Terry swiftly shifted their positions — pressing her back against the dresser while positioning himself firmly between her thighs once more.
Settling in, he wasted no time, his mouth returning to her heat with fervor. His tongue flicked against her clit before gliding down to taste her, groaning at the way she dripped for him. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her exactly where he wanted her as he feasted on her like a man starved.
Essence’s head fell back, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. “Oh, fuck, Terry,” she moaned, her fingers gripping the back of his head, nails grazing against his buzzed scalp as her thighs threatened to tremble around his head.
Terry hummed in satisfaction, loving that he was pleasing her. His tongue swirled around her clit, then lightly suckled at it. Essence couldn't help but moan louder, tilting her pelvis forward, feeding him her throbbing cunt. He French-kissed her lower lips like an expert, making her even wetter.
Where have you been all my life? she thought.
"Damn, you taste so good. So. Fuckin'. Sweet," he rasped, kissing her clit between each word. The tip of his tongue flicked at her entrance before he sealed his lips around her, drinking in every bit of her juices.
Essence felt her orgasm nearing as her pussy throbbed against his mouth. His index and middle fingers slipped into her, moving in a steady, deliberate rhythm.
"This pretty pussy gonna cum for me, hm? Tell me, pretty girl," he teased, feeling her clench tightly around his fingers.
Lost in pleasure, Essence could only moan a breathless "mhm" and nod, her body trembling. Terry smirked, pressing his tongue to her swollen lips, swirling it around as he sucked with perfect precision.
That was all it took. The dam broke.
"Uuunhh, I'm cumin', baby...," she moaned, gripping the edge of her dresser. Terry groaned against her, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through her body. His fingers slowed, then slipped away as he lapped up her release, savoring every drop. Her whimpers filled the air as her body trembled, but his strong arms held her steady as he lowered her leg.
Standing to his full height, he lifted his slick fingers to her lips.
Essence’s eyes darkened with desire as she parted her lips, taking his fingers in and sucking them slowly, deliberately. Her tongue swirled around them as she sucked, mimicking the way she’d give him head. Her lashes fluttered before she opened her eyes again, catching him biting his bottom lip, watching her with raw hunger. His beard, still glistening with her essence, only made him look even more sinful.
"God, you're so fuckin' sexy," he murmured, sliding his fingers from her mouth.
Without another word, he lifted her into his arms, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently against her plush tan comforter.
She lay there, nibbling at the tip of her index fingernail as she watched him step back from the bed. He pulled a gold foil packet from his wallet before slipping it back into his slacks. His eyes never left hers as he unfastened his belt, the slow drag of leather through the loops making her breath hitch.
His thumbs hooked beneath the waistband, dragging his slacks and boxer briefs down in one fluid motion. He stepped out of them, standing before her in all his glory—thick, long, and glistening at the tip with precum.
Damn... Essence's lips parted slightly as she took in the sight, her tongue darting out to wet them as her mouth watered.
Terry tilted his head slightly, catching her reaction with a smirk while his eyes drank in the sight of her sprawled across the bed. "Any don'ts, sweetheart?" he asked, his deep voice laced with heat.
She smirked and glanced to the side in thought. "Hmmm… no butt stuff, not my thing. And I like hair pulling, but don’t get crazy. This is a pristine crown, and I’d like to keep it as untangled as possible," she replied, turning her gaze back to him.
A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. "I wouldn't dream of it. And I second the butt stuff—not my thing either," he replied, stepping forward and grabbing her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. A surprised yelp left her lips at the sudden movement, but the way he handled her sent a thrill up her spine.
The skin of Essence's toes tingled as Terry's soft lips trailed kisses from the tips down to her sole, then along her ankle. A light sigh slipped from her lips. He rested her leg in the crook of his left arm as he tore open the Magnum wrapper, ready to roll it on.
But then, her sultry voice stopped him.
"Can I do it, baby?" she murmured, her tone dripping with honey.
His smirk deepened as he handed the condom to her, releasing her leg so she could sit up. She spread her thighs, letting him step between them, and wrapped her fingers around his thick length. Pressing a soft kiss to the tip, she watched his abs flex, his breath hitching.
Brown eyes met stormy pools of blue, green, and gray as she swirled her tongue around the flushed head before slowly sucking him into the wet heat of her mouth.
Terry groaned low and deep as she slowly sucked his dick, her spit glistening along his length as the head pressed against the back of her throat. Long fingers brushed her coils away from her face—he wanted the perfect view. She stuck her tongue out, letting it glide up and down the thick vein pulsing along his shaft.
"Uunh, you suck this dick so good. Such a good girl for me," he praised, his grip tightening slightly in her hair.
Essence’s pussy clenched at the words, the praise sending a thrill through her. It only made her hungrier, made her quicken her pace, taking him deeper until her lips nearly kissed the base. A throaty moan rumbled from Terry as his head fell back, drowning in pleasure. The vibrations of her moans sent shocks up his spine as she lost herself in pleasing him. Her hand slipped from his shaft, moving instead to cup and massage his heavy balls.
"Fuck..." Terry breathed, his abs clenching as heat coiled in his gut. He was close—so damn close. "Can I cum in that pretty lil' mouth, sweetheart?"
Juices leaked from Essence at the thought of tasting him. "Mhm," she hummed, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Her hand kept massaging his balls as she slurped his dick, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Terry’s grip on her hair tightened slightly, tilting her head back. "Open," he commanded, his voice thick with need. Instantly, her mouth unlatched, and warm strings of his cum coated her waiting tongue.
"Ooooh... That's my good girl," he groaned in satisfaction.
Essence moaned softly as she savored the salty, tangy, and faintly sweet taste of him. The praise sent a fresh wave of heat rolling through her, making her ache for more. Wrapping her lips around him once more, she gently sucked at the sensitive head, swallowing every drop. Terry’s deep groans and hushed praises filled the air as she took it all, not wasting a single bit.
Once she gave him one last suck, releasing him with a soft pop, she wiped any remnants from her lips. Terry bent down, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His lips and tongue claimed hers, sensual and unyielding, making her head spin. In the midst of it, she managed to access her thoughts just enough to roll the condom on him properly. A few more licks, a few more teasing pecks, and then Terry was guiding her back, laying her against the bed as he kneeled between her legs.
"Pick a pillow," he murmured, rubbing slow circles on her thigh.
Essence blinked, a brief flicker of confusion crossing her features before realization dawned. Her lips curved into a smirk as she reached behind her, grabbing a pillow she didn’t frequently use. He took it from her, adjusting it beneath her hips to his liking, tilting her up perfectly to match his height.
"Perfect," he whispered, eyes darkening as he honed in on the glistening wetness at her entrance. Gripping his thick length, he ran the head up and down her slit, teasing her clit when he reached the top. A shudder rolled through her, her hips instinctively rolling into his other hand as she squirmed from the delicious torment.
This was it… She was on the precipice of what she had been craving since their kiss in the rain. The storm outside now served as the soundtrack to their intimate moment.
One final drag across her clit, and then the tip of him began to slip inside her aching, needy heat.
A gasp, a light whine—her body reacting instantly as Terry eased in halfway, then out, then back in—slowly working her open, letting her adjust to his size. A sharp hiss left him as her walls gripped him like a vice.
"Sssshh—so tight, baby," he moaned, his grip on her hips firm as he kept up his slow, measured strokes. His lust-darkened gaze met hers. "Tell me if it's too much," he muttered, his voice laced with care despite his overwhelming need.
Her nails dragged up his wrists to his forearms, gripping onto him as she braced herself for more.
"Mmm, you feel so good... keep going, please," she pleaded, her voice breathless, wanton.
And he obliged.
His hips pushed forward, stretching her further, sinking into her inch by inch until he filled her to the hilt. Their moans tangled in the air—his deep and guttural, hers soft and whiny—as she clenched around him, her sensitive walls molding to his shape like they were made for each other.
Wanting to be completely surrounded by her, Terry lifted her hips higher, spreading her knees wider against the mattress. The new angle let him sink deeper, his body folding over hers as he captured her lips, swallowing her moans while his strokes grew more fervent. Her hands gripped his arms, nails pressing into his skin as she reveled in the raw strength working beneath her fingers. She had experienced men before—always in serious relationships—but none of them had matched the level of sexual compatibility she was experiencing now.
"Ooooh, baby..." Essence whimpered as Terry's lips trailed from her neck to her chest. His mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking hungrily while his thrusts deepened, her ass and thighs clapping against him. Her back arched, hands gripping at his back, pulling him even closer. Their moans tangled, voices rising in harmony as Terry wound his hips in slow, deliberate circles—like he was stirring a pot of her juices.
Essence gasped, body jolting as the head of his dick began brushing, then knocking against her most sensitive spot. Terry groaned as he felt her tighten and shudder beneath him, releasing her breast to watch the pleasure etched across her face.
"Mmm, I'm hittin' that spot, baby? Hm?" he murmured against her cheek, maintaining his rhythm, his lips pressing soft kisses to her skin.
Essence whined, her eyes fluttering shut, the intensity of her orgasm brewing fast.
"Yes, baby. Please don't stop. Ooooh… please keep fuckin’ me like that—Unh!" she cried out, sinking deeper into ecstasy.
On a mission to ruin her in the best way, Terry pinned her hands above her head, locking her in place as he continued hitting her spot with devastating precision. Her pretty pools of chocolate widened in shock and delight, locking onto his burning stare. He smirked, cocky and knowing—he had her right where he wanted her.
"I feel you, Essence," he whispered, watching her writhe beneath him. "Let it go. Cum on this dick, mamas," he commanded, and her body surrendered to him completely.
"Uuunh! Fuuuuuck, Oh my God!" she moaned, voice breaking as her pussy clenched and her body shuddered around him. Terry caught her lips in a passionate kiss, slowing his strokes, guiding her through the tremors of her orgasm. Whimpers and moans slipped between their lips before he finally came to a stop, letting her walls relax. He released her mouth with a teasing nip to her bottom lip.
"Still with me?" he asked, breathless.
Essence nodded, her chest rising and falling as she fought to steady herself, her dazed eyes fluttering open to meet his. "That was... incredible," she whispered.
Terry's lips curled in satisfaction, a hum of agreement rumbling in his chest. She was incredible.
"I aim to please," he murmured before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. Sitting up on his knees between her thighs, his hands traced a slow path over her breasts, down her stomach, and to her trembling thighs. A deep groan rumbled in his throat as he pulled out, his eyes darkening at the sight of her release coating his length, glistening in the dim light.
He tapped the head of his dick against her sensitive clit, smirking at the way her body jerked.
"Look at this pretty mess you made," he murmured in awe, gaze flicking back up to hers, full of hunger. "Think you can give me another one?"
Essence bit her bottom lip and rolled onto her stomach, arching her back as her chest pressed into the bed, her ass high in the air. She wagged her hips side to side, teasing him, her pussy wet and waiting for more.
A sudden yelp mixed with a moan escaped her lips as the heavy smack of Terry’s hand landed on her right cheek, sending a hot jolt of pleasure through her body.
"Mm. I'll take that as a yes," he murmured, rubbing the spot to soothe the sting.
He adjusted the pillow beneath her, making sure it was just right, then gripped her hip with one hand while the other lined his dick up to her entrance. The thick head teased her, easing in and out but never fully giving her what she craved.
Essence whined in frustration, her body trembling with need. "Mm mm… Terry, pleeeaassse," she whimpered, trying to push back onto him.
His lips quirked into a knowing smile. "Please, what?" he asked, tightening his grip on her hip to keep her from taking what she wanted too soon.
"Please fuck me," she begged, her voice dripping with desperation.
He hummed in satisfaction. "I love when you beg," he drawled, that sexy southern lilt sending a shiver down her spine.
Then, without warning, he pushed forward, filling her in one long, deep stroke.
Both moaned in unison, lost in the moment. His left hand held her firmly in place while the other traced a slow path down her spine. Finding his rhythm, he set a steady pace, each deep thrust making her melt into the mattress.
Essence’s breath hitched in her throat. This angle was devastating—he was stroking the depths of her soul. Instinct took over as she began throwing her ass back to meet his thrusts, earning a deep growl from him.
A sharp smack landed on her ass before his strong fingers dug into the flesh, gripping her possessively as he encouraged her movements.
"That's it, baby. Mmm… take this dick," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher. The lewd, rhythmic slap of their bodies filled the room, blending seamlessly with the thunder and rain outside—a score produced, mixed, and mastered perfectly to their moment.
Essence’s fingers clawed at the comforter as his speed increased, her mouth falling open, too lost in pleasure to think. "Oooh," she moaned, biting down on the fabric in a futile attempt to muffle her cries.
"Uh uh, look at me, baby," Terry commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Let me see that pretty face while I fuck this pussy."
His hands moved with precision, gathering her coils into a makeshift ponytail and pulling her up onto all fours. Her pleasure-drunk eyes locked onto his, and he groaned at the sight.
"There’s my pretty girl," he praised, his voice like silk over gravel, right before driving into her deeper, harder.
Her fingers reached back, gripping his arm as if to ground herself, while her other hand remained fisted in the sheets. His muscles flexed beneath her touch, the power in his body making her arch deeper, pressing against his abs as he wrecked her.
Her moans climbed in volume, uncontrolled and raw. He was playing her body like an instrument, strumming every chord with precision. She was drowning in the storm of his ocean eyes, feeling like he was reading her, memorizing every shudder, every clench.
Her toes curled, her pussy tightening around him as the storm in her core threatened to break.
Terry could see it, feel it—her body was speaking to him in ways beyond words. His grip shifted, one hand sliding from her hip to the front of her stomach, pulling her up onto her knees until her back was flush against his chest. His lips ghosted over her shoulder, a teasing distraction before the pad of his middle finger found her puffy clit.
"Ooooh, fuuuck..." she purred, her head tilting back as her lips sought his, capturing them in a slow, sensual kiss. Their moans tangled together, vibrating through the space between them as he worked her clit in slow, deliberate circles. His other hand traveled up, fingers teasing the peak of her breast, rolling her nipple between them.
Essence sucked on his bottom lip, releasing it just as a sharp squeal slipped from her lips. Terry had angled his hips just right, scooping underneath her with deep, precise strokes. The combination of his thrusts and the relentless stimulation against her clit sent her spiraling toward the edge.
A bomb was ticking inside him, his control slipping. He could feel the way she clenched, the way her body trembled. He wasn't far behind.
"Cum on this dick, baby," he murmured against her ear before kissing it. "Give it to me right now," he growled, his voice thick with need as he drove into her, hitting her spot with ruthless precision.
Essence was drowning in sensation, overwhelmed in the best way. This wasn’t just an orgasm building inside her—it was euphoria. And before she could brace herself, it hit, crashing through her in waves.
Her body seized, her head thrown back onto his shoulder as she squirted around him, soaking him in her release. She gripped his wrists as pleasure overtook her, his name tumbling from her lips in breathless, broken cries.
"Oh fuuuuck, baby girl," Terry groaned, his voice thick with pleasure as her orgasm sent him spiraling over the edge. His body tensed, a guttural moan tearing from his lips as he finally let go, spilling into the condom. His strokes slowed, guiding them both through the lingering waves of bliss.
His hand slid from between her legs up to her chin, gently tilting her face toward his for a kiss. She moaned softly against his lips, her breath shaky, her body still pulsing around his throbbing length.
Terry lingered for a moment, pressing one last kiss to her lips before exhaling a deep, satisfied sigh. He could feel the exhaustion setting into her body, the way she grew limp against him. Carefully, he slid out of her, easing her down onto the mattress, letting her settle on her stomach.
She melted into the comforter, utterly spent, not even caring about the dampness beneath her—a testament to the dam Terry had shattered within her. The sound of his footsteps drifted through the quiet room, followed by the flush of the toilet, the rush of running water. Moments later, he was back.
Strong hands coaxed her onto her back, spreading her legs just enough for the cool air to kiss her sensitive flesh. Then came the warmth of a damp cloth, gentle and soothing as he cleaned the mess they had made. Soft whimpers left her lips, her body still too tender.
Terry shushed her softly, pressing a calming kiss to her thigh. "Shhh, baby. Almost done. Then we can go to sleep," he murmured, his voice a soothing lull as his hand traced slow, reassuring circles over her thigh.
A few more gentle wipes, and he was done. Tossing the cloth into her hamper, Terry returned to the bed, lifting her effortlessly and laying her head against the pillow with care. She felt the comforter slide from beneath her as he pulled it off the bed, folding it into a pile next to the hamper before slipping in beside her. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his chest, his arms securing her against him as he draped the sheets over their bodies.
Her thigh sprawled across his waist as she snuggled into his warmth, her body melting into his. His hand traced slow, soothing circles along her back, grounding her in the aftermath of their shared bliss.
Soft lips pressed against his chest, and in response, he tilted his head down, placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Did I squirt?" she whispered, disbelief lacing her voice as her fingers lazily traced patterns against his chest. Her eyes remained closed, exhaustion weighing her down. She had never even come close before—this was something new, a level of pleasure unlocked.
Terry's chest rumbled with a soft chuckle. "Yeah, you did," he murmured.
A satisfied hum left her lips, the corners of her mouth quirking into the faintest smile. The steady thump of his heartbeat against her ear, the rhythmic strokes along her spine—it was enough to lull her toward the edge of slumber. Just before she drifted off completely, she heard a whispered, "Goodnight, beautiful."
Terry felt the steady rise and fall of her breathing as she surrendered to sleep, and soon, he followed. For the first time in a long time, he slept soundly through the night—peace settling deep within his heart.
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Morning sunrays kissed Essence’s skin, gently stirring her from slumber. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes adjusted to the light. Expecting to feel the comforting warmth of Terry beneath her, she reached out—only to find herself wrapped in the covers… alone.
Maybe he went to the bathroom, she reasoned, stretching her limbs and feeling the pleasurable ache from the night before.
Slipping from beneath the sheets, she let the light illuminate the subtle glow of her skin. Padding toward the bathroom, she knocked on the door, anticipating a response—yet only silence greeted her. The quiet felt deafening, disappointment creeping into her chest, but she pushed open the door and took care of her morning routine.
Mouthwash. Brush teeth. Shower. Facial cleanser. Toner. Serum. Moisturizer. By the time she slipped into a long, gray slip dress for lounging, the weight in her chest had settled into something heavier.
Stepping back into her bedroom, she noticed it—his clothes were gone. A small frown tugged at her lips as she poked her head out the door.
“Terry?” she called softly, but again, silence was all that answered.
She exhaled slowly, the sting of disappointment undeniable now. Maybe last night had been too much. Maybe the intimacy had scared him off.
She had to admit—their chemistry was undeniable. Instant. And that could be terrifying. Hell, even she was a little startled by it, but there was no denying the pull between them.
Turning to grab her phone, her eyes landed on a neatly folded white sheet of paper resting on her nightstand, her name scrawled across the front. Curiosity sparked, and she reached for it, unfolding it with careful fingers.
Hey, beautiful. You looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn’t want to wake you. I’m heading home to take Onyx for a walk and freshen up, but I’ll be back with breakfast—so I hope you’re hungry. Last night was… incredible. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything even close to this, and I want to keep exploring it if you do. Waking up to you in my arms felt like a gift, and I don’t plan on taking it for granted. No matter what you decide, I’m still bringing you breakfast… plus, I left my coat in your kitchen, so you have no choice but to see me again. See you soon, sweetheart.
—Terry
Warmth spread through Essence as she finished the letter, her heart swelling. He felt it too—the same way she did. And that reassurance wrapped around her like a hug.
With a newfound lightness, she began tidying up, gathering the remnants of last night—her discarded garments, the comforter—and carrying them to the laundry room for a much-needed wash. After loading the machine, she padded into the kitchen, her gaze landing on the camel overcoat draped over her gold and white upholstered counter stool. She giggled softly.
Thinking they could use something to drink when he returned, she set her kettle to boil for tea and switched on her Ninja Barista Machine for coffee or espresso. Just as she hit the switch, her phone buzzed against the cool marble of the island.
Terry: On my way, mamas. You up?
A smile curled on Essence’s lips as she tapped out a reply.
Essence: Yup, just making some tea and coffee for us. Thank you for the letter. 😘
Terry: Sounds good, and you're welcome. Be there in 5. ❤️
Setting her phone down, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV. Scrolling through Hulu, she settled on another episode of Paradise just as her intercom buzzed. She swiftly walked over to answer.
"Hello?"
"Good morning, Ms. Daniels. There's a Terry Richmond here to see you. Would you like me to send him up?" Cindy, one of the concierge, asked in her usual sweet tone.
"Good morning, Cindy. Yes, you can send him up. Thanks."
"No problem," Cindy replied before disconnecting.
A flutter of anticipation stirred in her stomach, a mix of nerves and excitement, as if she hadn’t just seen—and felt—this man mere hours ago. But she allowed herself grace. She had built a life she loved, one where she was whole with or without a relationship. Yet, Terry was different. He was the first man in three years she felt she could take seriously. His actions were aligning with his words, making her feel safe enough to explore whatever this was.
She didn’t need him. But she wanted him.
And, most importantly, he wanted the same.
A couple of minutes later, her doorbell rang. Essence made her way to the door, peeking through the peephole to find Terry standing there, a large brown paper bag in his arms. Dressed in a white tank top and black shorts, his toned arms and legs were on full display. She smirked, definitely liking what she saw, before opening the door to let him in.
His face lit up with a smile as he stepped inside, leaning in to capture her lips in a slow, lingering kiss, which she happily returned.
"Mm. Good mornin'," his deep voice rumbled against her lips.
"Mornin’, handsome," she whispered, pecking him once more before he slipped off his black and white Nike dunks and headed to the kitchen. She followed behind, grabbing plates and utensils as Terry unpacked the food onto the counter.
"I hope you're hungry. Somebody gave me a hell of a workout last night, and let’s just say my eyes may’ve been bigger than my stomach," Terry joked, punctuating his words with a playful smack to her ass.
Essence gasped before breaking into laughter, shaking her head at his antics.
"I don't know what you’re talking about," she teased, feigning innocence with a shrug. "I just helped you burn off our dinner and dessert."
Terry smirked, sending her a knowing side-eye. "Mhm. Well, maybe later, you can help me burn off our breakfast, too."
Essence’s breath hitched slightly, but she recovered, matching his energy. "You’re insatiable… but I wouldn’t mind another workout either," she murmured, biting her lip.
"Uh uh, don’t look at me like that. We have food to eat," Terry teased, though the heat in his gaze betrayed him.
Essence smirked, feigning innocence as she turned away and focused on making her plate, pouring their drinks with ease. Terry exhaled, reigning in his desire before following suit, selecting from the spread he had brought. The counter was a beautiful mess of containers filled with turkey sausage, beef bacon, hashbrowns with onions and peppers, fluffy pancakes, and scrambled eggs. The rich aroma filled the air, making both their mouths water.
"This looks so good," Essence murmured, taking in the feast before glancing toward the living room. "Did you want to watch anything specific?"
Terry’s eyes flickered to the TV before a grin spread across his face. "Nah, this show is fire. I finished it, but I don’t mind watching again."
Essence hummed in approval before settling into her seat at the island. Terry joined her, and after a brief prayer over their food, she hit play.
Between bites, they chatted about the show, exchanging reactions and playful commentary. The warmth of the meal, the easy flow of conversation, and the quiet comfort of just being together wrapped around them like a soft embrace. This felt natural, effortless—like exactly where they were meant to be.
And to think, it all started with a cute dog lured in by a chicken wrap on a random Monday. Onyx wasn’t just a blessing to Terry, but to Essence, too—for whatever was to come.
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I did it and ahead of schedule! I do have another idea for Big Daddy...we shall see. Thank you all so much for reading. I truly had an amazing time writing this. It was a rollercoaster ride to create, but I enjoyed every dip and incline. I hope you enjoyed it and this may not be the last you see of these two. There's no telling what could happen when I feel inspired. If you'd like to be added to my taglist just let me know. Once I have more than one fanfic I will create a masterlist. For now this will be pinned to the top of my blog. Let me know what you think so I can yap in the comments. 🥰
Summary: When Terry Richmond, the formidable CEO of Richmond Inc., one of the world's most elite private security firms, sets his sights on recruiting Lorence as a director, he expects ambition, not defiance. She is sharp, skilled, and destined for leadership, but there is one problem. Working closer to Terry is the last thing she wants. He is intimidating, ruthless, and far too handsome for her peace of mind. He is a boss she would rather keep at a distance.
Warning(s): This story is not suitable for those under 18, minors DNI
Tropes: Enemies to lovers, workplace romance
◘ LEGEND ◘ 🌪️ messy | 🧸 fluffy | ❤️🩹 angst | 🌶️ spicy |
◕ in progress | ◍ incomplete | ◉ complete
