by Liv Lane
EPILOGUE
IT’S BEEN THREE months since that fateful morning, when I spilled hot coffee all over Matt.
Looking back, it’s hard to believe all the stress I went through in those first few weeks in my new job.
He knows it’s been three months, too, because he sent me a text message saying exactly that this morning…along with a little coffee emoji, a love heart, and an evil devil face.
Opening up my phone, I look at the message again, grinning like a goofy fool, but I don’t care—I’m happy.
It’s been a busy day, and I’ve not seen him since this morning. Now, I’m at his apartment because I agreed to move in with him last week. I still feel like an interloper when I let myself in if he’s not here, but it’s getting easier. We both work long hours, and this way, we get to spend more time together.
I know, we’re still in the honeymoon phase of our relationship, but sometimes you know when you’ve found the one. It’s exciting, and it’s terrifying, but we’re both taking things a day at a time.
I put my keys on the little table beside the door and drop my bag on the couch. The framed picture on the wall draws my eyes. It’s the one Rex took of us on that fateful after-work drinks at the end of my first week at Dexton Corporation. I’m blushing, Matt’s face is in profile, and I can still remember the wicked things he was saying to me.
I carry on to the balcony that offers stunning city views. Often, I sit out here with a good book and watch the lights begin to twinkle as the sun sets.
My phone vibrates and I pull it from my pocket. There’s a message with a photo attachment…Matt’s holding something in his hand. A book? His mother has sent me a dozen Tom Clancy books, and I’ve been working my way through them. I do love a good thriller.
I tap, so I can see it better.
Wilde Ride Book Five.
All the blood drains from my face. “Why would he have a copy of that book?”
Even as I mutter this question, I know exactly why. He’s taken it upon himself to put his own spin on every naughty fantasy in this series…and quite a few that weren’t.
I’m trying to decide if I should be afraid when I get another text.
Matt: Have you been a naughty girl today?
I groan and switch my phone off. How can he make me instantly hot for him with a mere message?
It vibrates again, and I’m afraid to look.
But I do; I can’t help myself.
Matt: You know it shows when you’ve seen the message…that was very, very naughty.
There is a little devil emoji at the end. I swear that’s his favorite icon.
It vibrates, once more.
Matt: knock, knock.
It’s been three months since she doused me in scalding coffee.
I admit it was a little bit of a rocky start. But I wouldn’t change any of it. Okay, maybe I’d add some milk to her coffee. It was fucking hot!
But the rest has been fun…a lot of fun.
I hear her squeal when I open the door and catch a glimpse as she darts through to the bedroom.
“I appreciate you making this easy for me!” I call, hearing muttered cursing coming from the room as I take my time following. I’m guessing she’s regretting her decision to flee in there. I shuck out of my suit jacket and toss it over the nearby chair, then I loosen my tie as I head for the bedroom.
She’s standing in the middle of the room, and clearly undecided as to where to go next. Her dart for the bathroom is predictable, and I cut her off and scoop the wriggling bundle up.
“Oh, this is one of my favorites,” I say as I drop her on the bed.
She bounces and scrambles to brush the hair from her face.
“I wasn’t playing the game!” she says.
I rub my jaw slowly and assume a thoughtful expression. “My bad. I thought you wanted me to—you know—do the barbarian caveman thing again.” I wink while she gapes up at me.
“We don’t have a barbarian caveman thing,” she splutters.
“No? That’s a shame. Maybe it’s time we expanded our reading horizons.”
She frowns at me, but she hasn’t gotten up, so I’m guessing she’s game for my three-month anniversary celebration plans. I’ll get to that, but first, I need a kiss.
“I missed you,” I say, and her whole face softens. I know she has trouble believing this is for real sometimes. Catching hold of her chin, I kiss her.
“I love being with you,” she says, her pretty face blushes like she’s scared to say the words.
“I love being with you too…especially when you’re deep throating my cock,” I say seriously. “Which you’re definitely going to be doing later.” She laughs, and I’ve become addicted to that sound. The next kiss is the deep kind that says I’m going to do wicked things to her very soon.
As I stop, she tries to pull me back.
“Ah-ah. None of that.” She pouts at me, but soon helps when I undo the button on her jeans and ease her zipper down. Her little ass is wriggling eagerly as I strip them from her…and then I remove the rest until she’s spread out like an offering on the bed for me.
“Wait there.” Her eyes track me as I leave, and she’s watching the door when I return.
“The book?” She’s giving me a puzzled look.
“You’ve been very naughty,” I say. “I think you need some reading time.”
“Reading?”
I hand her the book, and she takes it with a nervous frown. “Start where the marker is. And no matter what I do, keep reading.” I start rolling up my sleeves, and I’m confident the little deviant has gotten distracted. “You don’t want me to have to punish you.”
Her eyes snap up to meet mine. Her mouth forms a silent ‘O’.
I grin. There are a good few pages of solid filth coming up. I know because I’ve already checked. I’m absolutely confident she’s going to get off at least twice before we reach the end of that section.
She watches as I spread her wide open, the book shaking in her hand as I settle between her thighs. I wink. “Happy anniversary, baby.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I LOVE A happy ever after, although sometimes the journey to get there can be rough on my poor characters.
An unashamed fan of the alpha, the antihero, and the throwback in all his guises and wherever he may lurk.
I also write dark science fiction and fantasy romance under the pen name L.V. Lane
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