Epilogue

SIX YEARS LATER

JACE

Marriage is bliss, and there’s nothing quite like coming back to my wife in our new penthouse after a long, stressful day. Being second-in-command means stress is always lurking, but it's a little different now that I’m a father.

Lately, I’ve found myself waking up early to pick up where the guys left off the night before. It turns out, sleep deprivation is a great motivator for getting answers out of our enemies. I don’t need to be as rough as I used to, but the job’s still never easy.

I exhale with a sigh as the elevator doors open, stretching my neck before stepping off the lift and walking into our shared apartment. It’s quiet — a tell-tale sign that Simon, our five-year-old, is likely out of the house. Since it’s early afternoon, he could very well be napping.

As I make my way toward the office, I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. I always look forward to seeing Natalia. There’s just something about coming home to her that never gets old. Every step I take toward the room where she’s likely working on her novel makes me feel a sense of anticipation.

Her work ethic never fails to impress me. After we got married, I insisted she didn’t have to do anything, but she soon got bored and started journaling to work through the challenges with her biological father. One evening, after a few heart-to-hearts, she asked me if I thought it would make a good book. Of course, I said yes. Her life is more than interesting, and I’ll always support her dreams.

When I finally reach her office, I can’t help but grin at the sight of her focused on the computer screen. I stand there for a moment, just admiring the way she’s so absorbed in her work, putting her heart and soul into everything she does.

“How’s the writing going?” I ask, grinning when she startles slightly at my voice.

“Good!” Natalia replies, standing up and crossing the room to greet me with a soft kiss. “How was work?”

“It was alright,” I reply, not wanting to get into the gritty details. I know she’s capable of hearing them, but I’d rather shield her from the darker side of my world. She’s seen enough of it already. “Is Simon napping?”

“No, he’s at the park with the nanny,” Natalia says, giggling as I pull her into another kiss. “They left just before you got home.”

“Is that so?” I say, smirking down at her. “Then how about we take advantage of this, hm?”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly, her tone going straight to my cock.

I’m already half-hard just from seeing her. I don’t think my reactions will ever change. Natalia is truly the most beautiful woman that I’ve met. She’s a minx and knows exactly how to get me going.

“Then, get on your knees,” I order her, sucking in air when she obeys me easily.

“Yes, sir,” she says dutifully, already opening my fly and pulling out my cock.

I groan as she strokes me to full hardness, maintaining searing-hot eye contact the entire time. She smirks, and that’s the only warning I get before her perfect, soft mouth is closing around the tip. I feel like I might be losing my mind with the way she’s swirling her tongue around the head.

Natalia looks up at me with a glint in her eyes, and I know exactly what she’s inviting. I tangle my fingers in her hair tightly. Then, as soon as I feel her rest her tongue on the bottom of her mouth, I start thrusting in and out.

I go slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion – it’s been a while since I’ve fucked her mouth like this. It doesn’t take her long to get used to it, though. At first, her gag reflex was strong, but after a little bit of training she took my cock beautifully.

“Fuck, I love your mouth,” I groan, increasing my speed.

Natalia hums around my length, her eyes falling closed. I soak up each and every one of her noises, loving the way they roll over the nerves in my body. I chase my pleasure, feeling a sharp sting of desire at how easily she falls into a submissive role.

The sight beneath me is pure sin. Her pink lips stretch beautifully around my cock, and her eyelids flutter open and closed. The occasional hums that come from deep in her throat zip through my body. All of this combined pushes me so close to orgasm that I have to pull her off. I need to cum in her sweet, sweet pussy.

“Stand up,” I say, my voice low and animalistic. “And take off your clothes. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, sir,” she says again, scrambling to get herself naked for me.

As she’s taking care of her clothes, I strip myself down as well. When we’re completely bare, I grab her hips and pull her against me. I kiss her hard, savoring the feeling of flesh against flesh.

I swallow down a wild growl as I pick her up and swing her around. When I pin her against the wall, her legs come up around me instinctually. My cock twitches with delight and anticipation.

I waste no time burying myself inside of her. Both of us moan, our noises of pleasure a symphony in the room. I take a moment to savor it before I start moving.

“You’re always so wet for me,” I say, my hips pounding into her relentlessly. “Does me fucking your mouth turn you on?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Natalia says, her arms tightening around my shoulders as she holds on for dear life.

“Do you like it when I use you?” I ask savagely, angling her hips so I’m driving directly into her G-spot.

“Yes, sir,” she says wildly. “I love it when you use me, Daddy. I’m only for you.”

“That’s right,” I groan. “You’re all mine. This tight little pussy is all mine.”

She makes a noise of affirmation but seems to have lost the ability to formulate words. I’m hitting her spot, sending waves of delicious pleasure through her body. It might look like I’m using her, but in reality, I’m giving her everything she needs. She’s going to get hers before I get mine.

I can tell that her orgasm is starting to build by the way her hands clench against the muscles of my back. Her pussy flutters, squeezing around my dick in a way that only drives me closer to my own climax. I zero in on the little noises she makes, signs that she’s about to be overtaken by pleasure.

“You want to cum for me?” I murmur, my mouth so close to her ear that she shudders when I blow hot air against it. “You want to show me how good I make you feel?”

The response I get is a loud, choked-off scream. Her sex tightens around my length, pulsing as her orgasm rips through her. I fuck her steadily, not letting up until my climax takes me over.

“Oh fuck, Natalia,” I groan as I pump her full of my seed. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.”

She makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like my name, but the blood rushing in my ears makes it difficult to tell. My body sings her praises. I give her everything that I have, letting my fingertips dig into her soft flesh.

When both of our orgasms subside, I lower her to the floor and kiss her gently. She responds happily, her movements imprecise as she focuses her energy on remaining upright. I maintain my grip on her hips, waiting for her to regain her strength.

“I’m okay,” she mutters after a pause.

“Good,” I reply, easing my grip on her and grabbing her clothes from the floor. I hand them to her, then ask, “So, any plans for the rest of the day?”

“Not really,” she admits, starting to dress. “I’ll probably keep writing while Simon’s with the nanny.”

“Mm,” I hum as I pull on my pants. “What do you think, could I convince you to join me in the shower before you get back to your writing?”

She pretends to think it over, and I feel my love for this woman intensify. After a beat, she says, “You’ll have to make it worth my while.”

I chuckle, momentarily forgetting my shirt on the floor. In a few swift steps, I close the distance between us, lifting her into my arms. She giggles, wrapping herself around me tightly.

“You know I always make it worth your while, sweetheart,” I growl, carrying her toward the bathroom.

“I know,” she says, the smile clear in her voice. “I love you, you know?”

“I love you too,” I reply, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as we reach our bedroom. And just like that, I’m already more than ready for round two.