You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup. Smokey eye, glossed lips, and gold highlight; a simple but classic look for the occasion. Tonight was the company holiday party for your job, a New Year's Eve celebration, and making a good impression was an understatement. It was no secret that for the past three years, your contributions at work were making waves in the Atlanta tech industry. You were one of the most talented black female coders in the area, and a highly sought out expert for new coming businesses. Company owners and city donors from far and wide would be in the building with offers for collaborations and donations to your program, and it was your job to keep them happy and entertained. You were more than willing to do whatever you needed to do to keep your rank on top, so if dressing up and cheesing for old white men was the ticket, then so be it. The planner opted for a local lounge for the event as opposed to the usual stuffy hotel ballroom. Clad in a satin red slit dress, you were more than ready to be seen.
After moisturizing your hair, setting in the organic waves of the Malaysian extensions, you stepped into your bedroom to slip into your shoes and head for the door.
"I'll be there, just hold off until then. Can you get the files from finance?" you heard from the living room. An occupied Erik sat on the sofa engrossed in a phone call with one of his assistants, you assumed. Being a director at the Wakandan Outreach here in Atlanta, Erik had been invited to the event too. You'd asked him to be your plus one a couple weeks ago, to which he strongly declined to your dismay. When you started dating almost 6 months ago, you both decided it was best to keep your situationship under wraps. You didn't need anyone thinking he was your key into the tech business, and he didn't want anyone thinking he showed favoritism to you or your company. By now you figured it was time to go public and just enjoy the holiday together. Erik, however, saw it as a bigger risk than you'd thought.
"Baby I'm headed out.' you slipped out as you stealthily headed for the door.
"Okay babe, I'll lock the do-" he started towards the door, stopping in his tracks once his eyes landed on you. His gaze traveled from your toes, painted white just like he liked, up past your supple thighs and cleavage that fit the dress like a glove. He didn't overlook your French manicure and the special details in your makeup. His girl looked perfect.
"Damn Y/N, you know this is a work thing right?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, though his lip was wedged in between his teeth with lust.
"Yes," you rolled your eyes and folded your arms. "A work thing you refused to go to with me."
"Well if I knew you were goin' out like this..." he muttered as he extended his hand for yours, prompting you to spin around. He stopped with your back turned to him, fully drawn in to your ass and how it sat in place against the fabric. He let out a gutting groan once he started feeling himself grow and strain against his sweats. Even though he got to see you next to naked nearly every day, seeing you dolled up did something different for Erik. It reminded him of how you would dress up for you guys' first set of dates. Lately you both hadn't had much time between work.
"Why don't we just skip this thing and celebrate 2019 at home?" he grumbled into the flesh of your skin, peppering wet kisses along your neck and shoulder. You giggled at the tickle of his lips and fingers.
"I can't baby, this is really important for me and we've got a lotta big faces coming."
"Mmm my girl is so talented, so beautiful." Erik mumbled the praises into your ear sweetly, moving to rest his forehead against yours.. "I'm so proud of you."
You gave him a small peck and smiled against his lips. "Thank you. Now seriously I have to go. My ride is waiting."
"You riding with Ayana?"
