Epilogue

Six months later…

Kalpar lookedup and smiled as Constance came dancing into his office. He gladly pushed aside the cattle breeding records and held out his hand. She came to him immediately, hopping onto his lap with an excited bounce.

"It's snowing!"

"I can see that," he said gravely, brushing away the white flakes still caught in her long blonde curls. "But you can't tell me that you've never seen snow before."

"Occasionally. From the penthouse." A shadow crossed her face at the reminder and he tugged her closer. "But city snow is not the same," she added, her face clearing.

"No," he agreed. "You must be careful to remember that and not allow yourself to get wet and chilled."

She rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm not as fragile as you seem to think."

He was well aware of the core of strength beneath that delicate exterior, but he still worried. Only his determination never to remind her of her father had enabled him to rein in his protective instincts where she was concerned. Mostly.

"You can still get cold." He slipped his hand into her open jacket and cupped a small breast, brushing his thumb across the erect tip. "Are you sure you aren't chilled?"

"I-I don't know." She shivered as he repeated the caress, her eyelashes fluttering down. "Maybe I do need a little warming up."

He laughed softly as he tugged her against him, his mouth lowering to hers. He intended the kiss to be no more than a quick caress to satisfy his need to reassure himself that she was truly his, but she whimpered and pressed against him, her mouth opening beneath his, inviting him to taste her.

Groaning, he took her mouth more thoroughly, drinking in her sweetness as his hands roamed over her slender body. When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, she was panting.

"I'm much warmer now," she whispered, struggling out of her jacket.

The soft sweater she was wearing beneath it clung lovingly to her delicious little body and she wiggled happily as he plucked at one of those impudent nipples.

"Are you sure?" he asked, nuzzling the delicate curve of her neck.

"Not quite."

"Hmm. Well, we'll just have to see if I can do something to help."

He lifted her from his lap, placing her on the edge of his desk and spreading her legs so that he could settle between them. A tiny shiver trembled through her body, but she raised her arms willingly as he lifted her sweater over her head, exposing her pretty breasts to his avid gaze.

He groaned and leaned forward to suck one tight nipple into his mouth.

"Oh. That's nice. I… oh my goodness."

His mouth and fingers teased her delicate little breasts until she was writhing on the edge of the desk.

"Hold on," he ordered, putting her arms around his neck.

She obeyed eagerly as he lifted her high enough to strip away her jeans, leaving her in nothing but a tiny scrap of blue lace.

"Very pretty," he said approvingly, tugging on the fabric so it slid across her already swollen clit. "Are they new?"

"Y-yes."

He tugged a little harder and her whole body quivered.

"I will allow you to keep them on," he decided as he rose to his feet and freed his erection, "for now."

"What do you -?"

Her words died in her throat as he slid two fingers beneath the band and found her slick little cunt. He traced along the damp folds, then circled her clit. Her back arched at the contact, offering her breasts to him again, and he obligingly bent down to draw one tightly puckered peak into his mouth, his fingers never stopping their caresses. She squirmed against his hand, her little moans sending jolts of electricity straight to his cock.

He straightened up abruptly, closing his fist around the base of his erection and squeezing hard. His other hand fumbled in the drawer next to her hip as he stared down at her, desperate to drive his aching cock into her silken heat. With her eyes closed, she didn't notice him lifting the small bottle out of the drawer until he dropped several cool drops on her heated flesh.

"What's that?" she asked as he also coated his fingers.

"Something to enhance your pleasure."

Her eyes widened as he slid two well-greased fingers into her, and he cupped her cheek with his other hand as the oil began to work.

"Oh! That feels all warm inside."

She squirmed against his hand as he stroked slowly in and out.

"I told you I didn't want you to get chilled."

"Yes, but -"

She broke off on a gasp as his thumb circled her clit again and her nails dug into his shoulders.

"Kalpar!"

He loved hearing her cry out his name and he rewarded her by pressing another finger into her tight entrance.

"Push against me."

Her eyes widened again, but she obeyed, and the combination of the extra stretching and the stimulation of her clit sent her over the edge. Her cries filled the room as she jerked against his fingers, her orgasm a sweet torture to his own throbbing cock. As soon as her tremors started to slow, he withdrew his hand. Pulling the strip of lace to one side, he positioned the tip of his shaft against her entrance, just as he had so many times before.

His cock tingled from the heated oil but he waited until her eyes opened. She looked so tiny, so innocent, but her smile was slow and sensual.

"Ready, sweetheart?" he asked roughly.

She nodded, her face flushed with desire, and he drove home in one hard thrust. She cried out, her slick channel convulsing around him again, and he was lost.

"Yes," he groaned, thrusting deep.

Over and over. Again and again.

Her second climax was even stronger than the first and he rode it out, his cock filling her completely as she cried out his name. One more stroke. Two, and then he came with a roar, her muscles rippling around his rigid shaft, milking him of every drop.

"Now are you warm enough?" he teased, once he could speak again.

"As long as you love me, I'll always be warm enough."

A warm glow filled his own chest as he smiled down at her.

"Then I suppose I don't have to worry about you being chilled after all."