Epilogue

Six Years Later

Wilson

I search for my wife in the crowd, but I don't spot her. It seems she is running late, which is very unlike her. I am tempted to reach into my jacket for my phone, but I called her only fifteen minutes ago and she assured me she was dropping the kids off at my parents.

It doesn't stop me from worrying, and quite frankly, from missing her.

This is getting ridiculous. Six years of being with the woman, but I still miss her every moment she is away from me.

Fuck it, I'm going to call her, I decide. Before I can dial her number, a hand smacks my back, and I turn around to find my younger brother Ray grinning from ear to ear. He has one arm slung over his wife, who is heavy with their fourth child. He is only younger by two years, but sometimes it seems like there is a decade between his forty years and my forty-two.

"Wilson, congratulations on making managing partner. Took you long enough," he says, clapping my shoulder once more. "I thought Dad would never hand over the reins. You totally earned it."

I stare at my brother and question if he's been getting enough sleep lately. It's his wife that's pregnant. "I took over the firm a year ago, Ray. Why are you bringing it up now?"

"I know, but I never got a chance to congratulate you."

"You sent flowers and a card."

His brows furrow. "I did?"

I shake my head once more. "They were lilies," I tell the clueless man before turning to my sister-in-law. "My wife and I loved the flowers, Penny."

"You're welcome." She beams before turning to my clueless brother. "You helped me pick the flowers, remember?"

"Is that what they were for?"

She lightly slaps his chest and shakes her head, but I see the love she has for him. "You promised me cinnamon rolls."

"Right," Ray says, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her toward the table where Annie is busy serving the guests dessert. "Later, Wilson."

I watch the two walk to the buffet, then I turn back around, ready to call my wife when something in my peripheral grabs my attention. I look up to see my wife walk in, dressed in a beautiful, form-fitting sundress. As she looks around the room frantically, I stare in awe.

Her dress hugs her figure in all the right places, the bodice fitting tight around her ample chest. This woman is the love of my life. She looks breathtaking with her dark brown hair flowing down her back, and I can't look away.

She spots me, and that beautiful smile graces her lips as she hurries over, nearly tripping in her haste, but I catch her before she does.

"I'm so late," she whispers, looking around the room. "I couldn't find my shoes, and when I did, Sofie wanted me to hang out at your parents' place a bit longer. Liam was a little clingy, more than usual, too it took the sitter bribing them both with ice cream and a puzzle game before they would even let me leave."

I stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty as she speaks, and once again, I can't believe that this lovely person is my wife. She quit being my assistant years ago when it became evident we wouldn't get any work done and was moved to assist another partner. She's been taking a break from work since Liam came into our world a fifteen months ago, a decision I fully support.

"You are not late," I tell her. She is a tad late, but watching the relief wash over her face is worth the slight untruth.

Today is Martha's retirement party, and everyone from the office is here to celebrate her. She's been working at the firm as long as I can remember, and the woman is a gift. She brought Sandy into my life, and for that, I will forever be grateful to her.

My parents are here as well, having known Martha for so long, but they plan to leave early. They offered to keep the kids overnight so Sandy and I can have a night to ourselves, hence the reason Sandy dropped them off with the sitter there instead of having the sitter come to our home. A child-free night is something I intend to take full advantage of.

Someone clicks their fork against their glass, and everyone turns to the front. A senior partner makes a speech about how Martha was a great asset to the firm and how hard it's going to be to fill her shoes before we all toast her, and then the real party begins.

We mingle with the other guests before I notice the uncomfortable look on my wife's face. I discreetly pull her to the side to ask her about it. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she says, flashing me a smile. "We should get back to the others."

Fuck that. "The truth, darling."

She chews at her lips nervously before leaning in. "I think I'm having a wardrobe malfunction, but it can wait."

"Where? Let me see."

She stares at me in horror. "Here? No!"

"Fine, we'll do it somewhere else then."

I shake my head at my wife and grab her hand before cutting through the crowd and heading for the stairs. Whatever it is, we are going to fix it in my office.

"Oh my God, Wilson. We can't leave the party," she whispers as I drag her away. "They probably think we're leaving to have sex."

"They can think what they want, Sandy." She buries her head in her palm as I guide her to my office, locking the door behind me. "Now show me."

"You are impossible," she huffs, turning around for me to see her back. I look, even lifting her long hair over her shoulders, but I don't see anything.

"Hmm, I can't find any tears."

"That's odd. I swear I felt something on my back. Are you sure?"

"I don't see anything, but if it will make you more comfortable, you can wear my jacket," I say, stripping off my sport coat and hanging it over her shoulders. "That should work. Do you want to head back down?"

"Well," she says, and it's then I notice the heat and mischievous look in her eyes, which immediately has my semi- erection hardening into fullness. "We should definitely head back down, but they probably think we're having sex, so don't you think it would be a waste of a rumor if we don't do anything?"

I wrap my arms around her waist, and the coat falls off her shoulders exposing her delicate skin. "You planned this, didn't you?"

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip before her fingers drop to the hard ridge of my pants. My wife's beautiful brown eyes stay on me as she rubs the palm of her hand over my erection.

"Can you blame me? I want your cock in my mouth," she whispers breathily. Her words have my cock jerking in my pants, liking the idea of my wife on her knees, taking me into that perfect mouth.

I dive in for a kiss, working my mouth needily over hers and tasting the wine on her lips. The kiss is hot and desperate. I hiss when she tugs down my zipper and dips her slender fingers into my pants to take out my cock.

"Are you sure you want me to mess up your makeup?" I rasp, pulling back from the kiss to stare into her eyes.

She licks her lips and nods. "I want you to fuck my mouth, Sir."

Fuck!

"Get on your knees."

She drops to her knees, her hands frantic as she tugs down my pants, and a deep growl climbs my chest when she wraps that sexy mouth around my cock, rolling her tongue over my crown. Her eyes flutter at me when she pulls away to drag her tongue over the length of my shaft before taking my throbbing cock back into her mouth.

"Fuck, baby," I growl, combing my fingers through her hair and fisting the thick strands around my hand before tugging hard. She chokes when I tunnel my cock into her mouth, my eyes locked on her braless tits exposed by the low neckline of her dress. I pull my cock out before thrusting back into her and holding still as the warm muscles of her throat massage my shaft, forcing a deep, guttural moan from my throat. She gasps when I draw back, her eyes filling up with tears. "Such a good girl," I moan, thrusting into her mouth several times before I feel my balls draw tight with the need to come, and I have to pull back before I choke her with my seed. She whines when I pull away completely, but I don't plan on coming anywhere but in her hot pussy tonight.

I yank her to her feet before kissing her puffy lips before I spin her around to face my desk. My hands are already reaching under her dress for her panties before her palms slap the table. I tear off her thong and toss it somewhere behind me. She spreads her legs on instinct as I guide my cock into her sex.

"My God, you are perfect, baby," I grind out, leaning down to brush my lips over her bare shoulder as I slowly enter her wet channel. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"To me as well," she whimpers, the sound morphing into a sob when I drive home hard and fast, burying my hard cock into her wet heat. "Oh God."

I slap my palm to her mouth to curb her cries as I start railing her against the desk. My thrusts are wild and damn near brutal, but she loves every second of it. She seems to get wetter with every stroke, and my balls tighten painfully with the need to come.

"Fuck, I won't last long, baby," I whisper, dropping my fingers between her legs and strumming her clit in fast strokes, desperate to get her off before it becomes too much for me. "I'm going to fill this tight little pussy with my cum, make you spend the rest of the night with my seed dripping down your thighs."

"Oh God!" she sobs behind my palm seconds before she explodes in my arms, her pussy locking hard around my cock, and that is all it takes to send me right off the edge with her. Her back arches, and she shakes under me as I pound into her, spilling more of my cum into her womb until her contracting pussy has milked me of everything.

I take my hand from her mouth, and she gasps, dropping forward as tremors rock her body. My cock stays hard inside her, our bodies locked as one, but neither of us speaks. I drop my lips over her delicate shoulder and leave them there, inhaling her sweet, rosy scent.

"I think we should go back now," she says with a chuckle, but makes no move to get up. "We already have a reputation as the couple that can't keep our hands off each other."

"That's not a bad title to hold."

Sandy turns around and flashes me that smile that made me fall deeply and irrevocably in love with her. "No, I guess it's not."

~The End

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