Deanna Michelle Smith
THE SPOT
    This morning I thought I woke up in the wrong bed. Not because I sleep around or no trifling stuff like that, but because I dreamed I was a rich baller's wife. Not just any baller but the ultimate baller.

I'm lying in a super king size bed made for a queen. Pillows stuffed with the best down blend feathers, money can buy. Thread count too high, so high that if you gotta ask, you can't afford it.  There was a magnificent view of an ocean shore right outside my bedroom picture window. Waves making me sea sick, but the baller was there to caress me back into shape.

A broad muscular chest and a hint of fine hair flowing down his stomach and meeting below his waist line. Captivating cognac eyes sitting perfectly underneath dark thick eyebrows. Oh man, how could I forget those full black man lips that could hold you hostage for days--Not needing food, water or any of the other necessities to live. His firm arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his long strong legs that work magic while doing push-ups with me underneath him.
My surroundings weren't foreign at all. To top that off, like I said before, that man was one of the richest black men in America.
Who would you want him to be?
Deanna Michelle Smith, author of Reign Storm and Outlaw City!
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