Dearly Beloved (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 47,264
2 Ratings (4.0)
[Siren Allure: Erotic Interracial Romance, HEA]
Ebony Taylor jumps at the chance to go to Japan to teach English to kids, but after just two years she finds herself out of work and without money to return to her country. She becomes a hostess at a prestigious club and catches the eye of Tomio Nakamura. The man has a handsome face and refined manners. It isn’t until after she falls in love with him that she learns that he is from a Yakuza family.
It is love at first sight for Tomio Nakamura when he meets his brother’s new employee. Ebony can sing and has a great body and a gorgeous face. But he had no idea that his mother was prejudiced. Setsuko takes one look at Ebony and threatens to erase Tomio’s name from the family’s register. But Tomio doesn’t care. He wants Ebony and he will do anything, including leave his family, to be with her.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dearly Beloved (MF)
2 Ratings (4.0)

Dearly Beloved (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 47,264
2 Ratings (4.0)
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Ebony was sitting on a cement bench at the Wilty Terminal, listening to the Korean pop-group JYJ’s “Be the One” through the black buds in her ears. Waiting for the Westbank Expressway bus, she noticed a long black limousine roll up. She squinted to make it out clearly, because it was hard to see with the cold wind blowing in her face, even though she wore dark sunshades to block it out. It was early April and they were experiencing strange temperatures for that time of the year.

The door opened and a Japanese chauffeur dressed in black livery stepped out and walked around to the other side of the car. Everyone nearby was trying to figure out what was happening. Seconds later, a well-dressed Japanese male stepped out of the car and looked in her direction. “Ebony,” he called out arrogantly.

Damn, how did he recognize her under the black coat, hoodie, knit cap, and shawl?

“Who is Ebony?” one of the waiting bus passengers asked.

Ebony rose. “That would be me.” She walked toward the car and stopped directly in front of him. She bowed respectfully.

“Get in,” he ordered.

“Don’t fuck with me, T,” Ebony said to him. “I’m not in the mood.”

The chauffeur, Akira, pressed his luck with her. “His name is Tomio Nakamura. Try to show some respect.”

Ebony rolled her eyes at him, knowing he couldn’t see the action behind the shades. In her book, respect had to be earned. “Are you going to let him speak to me like that?”

Akira Lee, aged thirty-one, had been Tomio’s driver for seven years, and she and he never saw eye to eye on anything, including her relationship to the rich investment broker.

Tomio ignored both of them. “Get into the car, now.”

Ebony knew it was useless to argue with him. She slid into the car and Tomio followed.

“Where to?” Akira asked from the front.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m on my way to a doctor’s appointment,” Ebony answered.

Tomio glared at her from behind his dark shades. “Give him the address.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Ebony frowned. He was so goddamn arrogant. She wondered how she could have fallen in love with someone like him. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was movie star gorgeous and had a great body. She gave Akira the address. The man programmed the GPS. Ebony relaxed against the leather seat and fastened her seatbelt, trying to ignore Tomio’s cologne and the feel of his thigh pressed up against hers. Akira left the crowded Westbank Expressway and got onto the high rise at Stumpf Boulevard. Traffic flowed much faster up there. A few minutes later the driver exited at Barataria before turning left at the green light. The next thing she knew they were in front of the West Jefferson Medical Center.

Ebony opened the door. “Thanks for the ride.” She attempted to escape, but Tomio caught her hand. He continued to hold it as he exited behind her. He lowered his head back into the car.

“Park,” he told Akira. “I will call you as soon as we are about to exit.” He closed the door and Akira drove off. Once inside, they had the choice of taking the elevators on the south or north side. Tomio gazed over at her.

“South, fifth floor.”

Tomio tugged her down the aisle, pressed the button, and followed her into the elevator when it arrived. They rode silently until it stopped on the fifth floor. Tomio stopped in front of a glass door with her doctor’s name on it. The words Obstetrician and Gynecologist followed the name. He held the door open for her.

Ebony walked up to the desk and signed in. Tomio had to free her hand so she could dig her identification and medical cards out of her wallet.

“Doctor Maxwell will be right with you, Ms. Taylor,” the receptionist said to her. “Please have a seat.”

Tomio escorted her to a row of chairs and they sat down. About fifteen minutes later, a nurse came through the door and called her name. Tomio followed her. Ebony got out of all the layers of winter garments and handed it to him while she stepped on the scale. She saw the scowl on his face as the nurse repeated her weight aloud, and jotted it down on a paper in a manila folder. She could not be considered tiny compared to Japanese standards. Afterwards, the nurse led them to a room and took Ebony’s vitals. Tomio sat down, still holding Ebony’s things.

“Remove everything and put the gown on with the open side in front.” The nurse left.

Ebony undressed behind a curtain, then stepped up on the examination table. She covered herself with the sheet when she sat down.

Doctor Maxwell entered and stared at Tomio. “Hello, I’m Doctor Maxwell.” He didn’t try to shake hands with Tomio. Tomio nodded curtly. “How are you feeling, Ms. Taylor?” he asked as he washed his hands.

“Fat,” Ebony answered.

The doctor chuckled. “That’s to be expected when you’re pregnant.”

Tomio gasped. Ebony hadn’t planned for him to find out this way.




“I’ve missed you,” Tomio said rubbing his fingers through her thick brown hair.

“I’ve missed you too,” Ebony said, enjoying the feel of his touch. He didn’t ask any questions about why she’d left. She suspected he knew the answer.

“I would never let anything happen to you,” he said in a low voice. “I will protect you and our child with my life.”

Yes, he knows. “I know,” Ebony said. She offered no explanation either. She just moved down his body and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

“Oh my,” Tomio said as Ebony began sucking and stroking him gently. “I have never met a woman quite like you.”

She had been an innocent when they met, but Tomio had taught her how he liked to be pleased. Ebony hadn’t been very good at oral sex in the beginning, but she had learned quickly. She flattened out her tongue and ran it up and down the length of his shaft.

Tomio moaned loudly. She surprised him by cupping his balls and squeezing them. “A warm mouth and soft hands are just what I need.” He began moving his hips, sending his dick down her throat. Ebony didn’t gag anymore either when he did this. She continued to suck and stroke until he grew rock hard in her mouth. She liked the way Tomio tasted and his scent. For a guy, he had some pretty soft skin. He wasn’t overly hairy, except on his head, and he had a big cock. He stopped her before he came and changed places with her. Then he did an un-Tomio thing. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her stomach. “Our child will want for nothing,” he told her. “He will attend the finest schools, and be the envy of every child in Japan.”

Ebony didn’t know how rich Tomio and his family were, but she believed that he would do everything in his power to uphold his promises. He went down on her, twirling his tongue inside of her. Ebony gasped. It had been so long. She gripped the sheets and arched her back as he inched one of his fingers inside of her. Tomio had long, thick fingers, and he knew just where to rub to make her go off. “Tomio!” she screamed as the first wave of the first orgasm rippled through her. Tomio kept stroking until she relaxed. She was so glad that they had an American-sized bed instead of futons. Ebony hated those things. She needed support for her back and her head. Tomio climbed upon the bed, spread her legs, and guided the head of his cock to her damp hole. He thrust once, but not as hard or deep as he used to do.

Ebony wrapped her legs around his waist and sank down on his shaft. He completely filled her. She felt Tomio’s body shudder as she began moving beneath him.

“Easy, my wife. I am just as excited as you are.” Tomio eased out and thrust inside her again.

“You do not have to be so gentle with me. The baby is protected,” Ebony said to him.

Tomio still took it easy on her. They made love slowly. She enjoyed the feel of him, his scent, and the music playing on the radio. Before she knew it, she was erupting again. Ebony moved her body faster. “I’m coming, Tomio,” she said loudly.

Tomio just grunted, cave-man style, while she soaked his cock with her juices. He began moving again, sliding his dick in and out, slowly at first, but after a few minutes, he must have remembered what she had told him and he started thrusting deeper. He stopped. “I can’t do it this way. I’m afraid I’m going to crush you.” He pulled out.

Ebony rolled over and got on her knees. She put two pillows beneath her stomach. “Is this better?”

Tomio came up behind her and entered her again. “Much better,” he said.

Ebony moved her bottom to seduce him.

“Uh,” Tomio moaned. “Woman, you know what that ass does to me.”

Ebony backed up on him, taking his cock in deep and then sliding to the head. Tomio let her take control for a moment. She worked her ass for him, grinding into his pelvic area. Tomio grabbed her by the hips and took control again. He humped and thrust and teased her insides until she felt like she was about to come again.

“You’re squeezing me so tightly,” he said as he fucked her.

“I think I’m about to come again,” Ebony replied.

“Me too, you little vixen.”

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