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The View, page 1
The View
Untamed
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgments
See
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
Karli’s Poetry
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Dedication
To finding lasting love and true happiness
Acknowledgments
As always, I am forever thankful to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. All that I am is because of you. There will never be a day that I am unappreciative for this gift you’ve given to me. #MyShepherd #HisFlock
To my hubby, Chris, thank you for being everything to me and supporting my dreams. It all comes down to love, and our love is never unsure. I love you. To my kiddos, you push me to go harder for my dreams, and I do so, so that you’ll have an example to push harder for yours. I love you.
To Black of BlackEncryption Designs, your talent is heaven sent! You always bring your A-game and deliver above and beyond what’s asked. Thank you for encrypting this novel with your stroke of genius.
To poets Kiana Donae and Tammie T. Bell Davis, thank you ladies for allowing me to share your gift of writing with mine. I absolutely admire your scribes, and it’s my honor to share them with the world.
To Diane Rembert, I know that God sent you into my life for a whole lifetime. I can’t ever thank you enough for everything from the initial phone calls to the late night emails and the hours-long conversations, lol! You are the best.
To N’Tyse, when predestined moments meets prayer and mixes with preparation, it’s a win! You are anointed, appointed, and assigned to do this, and I am blessed that you have been assigned to me! I am forever thankful to you, and I look forward to our climb together.
To Carl Weber and the Urban Books/Kensington family, thank you for the opportunity to allow readers across all platforms to read and fall in love with The View. I saw this moment in my head for years before it actually happened, and believe me, I am savoring the moment.
To the readers, thank you for supporting me, and I have one question: Are you #TeamMichael or #TeamHudson? Ha! Let’s get into it after you read The View.
See
With me it begins with a feeling, a simple thought of how it should be
It sparks in my mind and travels through my veins
Then back to my eyes, where the vision is plain
I see clearly what I want from it; my gaze draws it near
My willingness to accept it also holds me back with fear
I know that when I touch it, electricity plays a part
Jump-start the blood with fire, a passion, putting the beat in my heart
The skin of my hand, a cool shade of brown, soft like satin upon contact with yours
The touch alone has me wired, feeling sexy, wanting to explore
Now it’s time our lips should meet, entwine, with the purpose to please
Tenderly providing a promise of what’s to come is worth the release
Now contact to the point of no return
Feeling all I have to offer, taking all you have to give
I’m getting lost in you, and I love it; this is how souls should blend
It’s like I’m dreaming yet wide awake
The pleasure of you has me feigning way more than I can take
You could be like my morning and night with a lazy Sunday afternoon
And I’ll embrace you with a sweetness you’ll never want to leave soon
Caught up in the ecstasy of all I ever dreamed of
Happy with the illusion that I’ll always know as love
Prologue
Four years ago . . .
Karli examined herself in the mirror. The bustier and thigh-high panty hose she wore, which she had received at her bachelorette party, were a nice compliment to her curvaceous figure. She turned slightly, glimpsed her rotund backside, which she had tried to hide for years as a teen, then had finally accepted and embraced as an adult. Old feelings of embarrassment resurfaced at the realization that for the first time, someone other than her mother and her best friend, Catrina, would see her naked truth. She placed her hands on the bathroom sink and swallowed the lump in her throat. As she slowly raised her head, her hazel-brown eyes showed a fear that she was finally coming face-to- face with.
“You can do this, girl. Pull yourself together,” she coaxed herself just before picking up her champagne flute and downing another glass of liquid courage.
After placing the flute down, she stared at her three-carat diamond wedding band and smiled. What was she afraid of? The man who’d chosen her and given his all to her was waiting on the other side of that door. If anyone deserved all of her, it was him. She bit her lip and squared up. It was time.
She opened the door and sexily waltzed out into the plush honeymoon suite, her eyes fixed on her new husband, Michael. Inside she trembled, but she managed to display a confident exterior. As she crossed the room, Michael turned around on the bed. Instantly, his eyes bulged. Karli slowed her stride, afraid that he might not like what he was seeing.
“Oh. My. Dear. God,” Michael gasped, eyeing his beautiful bride. He stood, and instantly his manhood began to rise to the occasion.
He’d dutifully and diligently waited for this moment with his new wife. Since he had turned his life over to God a year before he met her, the struggle to remain celibate had been real for him, especially after meeting Karli. It was love at first sight, and he had known deep down that one day she’d be his wife. He was so happy that she’d agreed to marry him after only six months of dating. While he had desperately wanted to make her his wife as soon as possible, he’d be lying if he said the only reason had been love. No, some of it had definitely been lust. Before their marriage, his wife’s caramel complexion, smooth skin, hazel eyes, thin waist, and extremely rotund derriere had had him ready to plead to God for forgiveness and go ahead and jump into that pool of sinful delight. However, once he’d found out she was a virgin, Michael had known this was God’s test for him, and His way of letting him know He’d saved the best just for him. He hadn’t even touched her, and he’d known without a doubt that she’d be the best lover he’d ever had.
Michael slowly glided over to his wife and stood in front of her, admiring her sexy ensemble.
She stared at him with a lost and somewhat confused look on her face, hoping she didn’t turn off her new husband. “Is something wrong, baby?” Karli asked.
Michael flashed his gorgeous smile at her and caressed her face between the palms of his hands. “Absolutely not. Everything is perfect. You . . . are perfect. You are gorgeous, beautiful, magnificent, and glorious. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life.” He took her hand and slowly twirled her around. “I love you. Every little bit of you. And I can’t wait to make love to you . . . my wife.”
She lovingly wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. The attraction and intensity ignited between them.
“I love you, Michael,” Karli whispered with bated breaths between passionate kisses.
Soft and sensual music by Miguel played in the background as Michael led her to the bed and sat her down. After he took a seat next to her, slowly he unhooked the clasps holding up her thigh highs and eased them off her legs. Then he unbuttoned her bustier, revealing all her glory. What a sight she was to behold. Her shyness caused her to cover herself. Michael recognized this was new to her, and rather than rush her, he kissed her hands and allowed her to remove them herself. He wanted her to be completely comfortable in their first moment, her first time.
With one arm around her back, he gave her the softest, sweetest kiss and lay her down on the bed. With their eyes locked, he stood and removed his pajama pants and boxer briefs, revealing a hard-on unlike any Karli had ever seen—which was really none. She’d actually seen a man’s package only once, and that was in the one porn movie she’d forced herself to watch with Catrina in college, cringing the entire time. The apprehension must’ve shown on her face as Michael slid in bed beside her, because he held her and caressed her in his arms.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered. “We’ll go as slow as needed. We’ll take our time—”
“Do it right,” she sang, repeating the words to a song, and giggled nervously.
Michael laughed. “Yep, just like that. I’d wait an eternity to be with you.” He turned her face to his and gently kissed her pouty lips.
“Aw, baby,” she cooed, interlocking his hand with hers. “I thought I’d be ready, you know? I don’t want to disappoint you. I want to make love to you. I’m just so nervous.”
Gliding his finger along her jaw, he smiled at her. She was so delicate, so precious. He knew then he’d protect her and love her with all his might for all the days of his life. Indeed, she was the greatest gift God had ever given to him. Nothing could compare to the gift of her love.
“You’re not a disappointment to me, Karli. I admire you. I admire your strength and courage to hold on to your precious flower, and I thank you for wanting me to be the one to allow it to bloom. I will always cherish you and our love. I will always take care of your needs first. I will always be here for you. Whenever you’re ready, come to me. This moment may be ours, but this is all about you. From this day forward, it is all about you.”
Karli gazed at him, and for the first time, she felt completely free. She knew he loved her, and even the vows he had spoken at their wedding paled in comparison to his willingness to put her first and foremost. After leaning forward, she planted the most passionate kiss on his lips. The fire in her eyes was evident. With a slight nod, Karli gave Michael the permission that he’d been waiting on.
Michael eased on top of her and planted slow kisses against the nape of her neck, then trailed his tongue along her earlobes. The softness of his touch began to send her body into a frenzy. His massive hands found her voluptuous breasts, and he gently rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, creating just the right amount of pleasant pressure she could stand. Her breathing increased as he took his time enjoying every inch of her body, trailing kisses from her breasts down her stomach, making love with his tongue from her belly button all the way down to her thighs.
“Michael,” she moaned breathlessly.
After parting her thighs, Michael admired the nicely shaven treasure that lay between. His mouth watered as he prepared for his feast. Anticipation surged through him as he relished the fact that he would be the first to pleasure his wife in this manner and the first to taste her honeysuckle. His head game had always been on point. Although he hadn’t used it in nearly two years, it was just like riding a bike. Once you learned how, you didn’t forget.
After easing his face down to her crevice, he parted her already moistening folds until he saw the throbbing flower bud. His tongue encircled it slowly as he licked her sweetness in delight.
“Oh . . . my . . . oh my God,” Karli moaned as her body betrayed her attempts to keep calm. The amount of ecstasy surging through her was nearly unbearable. “Baby. Oh, baby!”
“Yes, baby. You taste so good.” He continued his feast.
Tremors rumbled from the base of Karli’s stomach through her legs as she clenched her thighs around Michael’s neck and held his head, screaming out in sheer delight, “Oh, Michael! Oh, Michael! Yes, Christ! Jesus! God Almighty!”
She showered his mouth and lips with her essence, and he didn’t stop until he had retrieved every drip drop. Peering up at Karli, he saw that she was lost in a euphoric high, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. He was ready for her. Panting and at full staff, he sat up, positioned himself between her legs, and stared down into her beautiful eyes.
“Trust me,” he whispered to her.
She nodded, too lost in the wonderful feelings he’d given her to turn back now.
As he gently positioned her legs and pushed, he noticed her tense slightly and wince from the discomfort. Lovingly, he caressed her face and whispered, “I love you,” to her as he continued to push against her, and a few moments later, they both felt her hymen give way. He paused briefly to allow them both to cherish the moment of her deflowering. Then, gently he guided himself inside her, and they began to rock together easily as he took them both to unimaginable heights. When he released, she released with him again, and then he lay there for a moment, pulsating and trying to calm his beastly urges.
“How was it for you?” she asked, rubbing her hand across his head.
“It was everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Karli’s eyes clouded with tears, and she kissed him. “This is the most beautiful memory of my life. It was better than I ever dreamed it would be. You are more than I ever dreamed. I love you, Michael.”
“Mrs. Karli Fitzgerald-Sanders, I love you too.”
She smiled at him. “Just Sanders, baby. I changed my mind, and Daddy will just have to get over it and understand. He gave me away to the best hands ever. I am forever and always Mrs. Karli Sanders.”
Chapter 1
“Come on. Come on. Pick up!” Karli urged quietly yet frantically as she held her cell phone to her ear.
“What’s up, girl?” said Catrina, her best friend, when she answered.
“Ahhh!” Karli screamed as she sat inside her Jaguar F-Type R.
Catrina laughed heartily. “I take it that means you got the promotion.”
“Girl, yes! I’m so freakin’ excited. It’s so awesome!” Karli fanned herself, trying to regain her composure.
“I hope you’re not in your office, screaming like that, though. Your bosses and coworkers will think you’ve gone mad, Miss Senior Executive Marketing Director!”
Laughing at her friend, Karli quipped, “Absolutely not. I pretended that I was taking an early lunch so I could come to my car, scream, and call you. Besides, no one knows yet. They will make the official announcement at the upcoming gala.”
“Well, I am absolutely ecstatic for you, and I will definitely be in attendance. Have you told Michael yet? And you know Mama Pat and Papa Chris are going to want to know immediately.”
“No, I’ve only called you, but that’s because I want to surprise them. I’m thinking we can plan a family dinner to surprise them with the good news.”
“You know I’m down with it, and I know the perfect place. Jean-Georges on Central Park West.”
Karli smiled. “You were reading my mind, sis! Yes, please set it up for this Saturday night for us. I will make sure everyone is in place.”
“You got it, hon.” Catrina paused. “Hey, since you’re taking an early lunch, anyway, meet me for lunch and we’ll have some celebratory drinks on me.”
Karli pressed the button to start her car. “On you? Shoot. I’m already pulling out of my spot. I’ll be there in a bit.”
Catrina howled. “I figured that would make you leave early. Just don’t tell Deacon Sanders I had his wife out drinking. You ain’t getting me in trouble.”
Karli rolled her eyes. “We drink socially sometimes.”
“Yeah, okay. You just hurry up so we can plan this surprise dinner for this weekend. And congratulations again, sis. No one deserves this more than you.”
Karli smiled brightly while saying her temporary good-bye to her friend. Inside, she beamed. She’d been working for McCallan and Associates, the largest marketing firm in the Northeast, ever since grad school. She had interned there during her senior year and then had landed a junior executive position straight out of undergrad. For four years, she had toiled and proved herself time and time again, all the while climbing the ranks. Now not only was she the firm’s youngest senior executive ever, but she was the youngest female and the first black woman to achieve that rank. Yes, she was doing the damn thing.
