27. Epilogue

Epilogue

Oliver

T wo years later

Tossing another essay to the side, I smile in relief at the fact I'm finally done grading. End of the year essays are always longer and have more requirements, so these tend to take me way too long to finish.

I'm resting my head on the desk when a soft rap has me glancing toward the door. I'm not expecting anyone to stop by today, so I wait patiently as the door creaks open. Ronan pops his head in, a smile taking over my face.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" I ask, sitting up in my seat.

"I figured you might want something to eat; it's six PM." He walks into my office and shuts the door, discreetly locking it behind him.

"Oh shit, already?" Rubbing my temples, I sigh, hating it's so late already. I know I've been working on these for a while, but I hadn't realized I locked myself inside my office all day. My stomach rumbles at the reminder I also haven't eaten since breakfast this morning. "Damn, I am hungry."

"I figured, which was why I stopped by. Clean off your desk, let's eat."

I clean off my desk as quickly as possible, tossing things here and there, not caring where they end up. I can worry about picking it all up later. Now that I've realized I haven't eaten, I'm so damn hungry.

"I'll run down the hall and grab a couple drinks while you set out the food." I quickly head down and grab our drinks before making my way back to my office, seeing that Ronan got us cheeseburgers with curly fries and onion rings. My mouth waters at the aroma, and I throw myself into my chair so I can dig in. "Thank you," I tell him, so grateful for this amazing man. The fact he worked all day only to come here and make sure I've eaten means everything to me and probably happens way more times than I should admit.

"How was your day?" he asks, taking a bite of his burger.

"Same ol, same ol. These essays are kicking my ass, though."

"Are you having Winston grade any?" Winston is my PA for this semester and has been great. He's helped me implement some new ideas into my course classes.

"Yeah, he did some earlier, and then I took over."

"Good, good. Don't work yourself too hard. Are you ready for Christmas break?"

"I am so fucking ready. Mom and Dad are so excited we're going home for the holidays." Ronan and I decided each year we're going to switch the holidays between here and Chicago. We figure it'll be easier this way. However, what he doesn't know is this time his parents will be surprising him by showing up in Chicago as well. Everyone is so damn excited to see me slide a ring on his finger. A ring that's currently sitting inside my desk because I'm too worried I'll leave it at home and have him find it, ruining the surprise.

"Alright Freckles, eat up so we can go home." Being the good boy I am, I do as he says, eating quickly, smirking when he laughs at me and shakes his head. "You always listen so well, Freckles."

We both eat quickly, then clean up the mess, tossing everything into the trash.

Bending over to pick up my bag, Ronan covers me from behind, his hands splay against my stomach before pulling me upright.

"I swear, I can't get enough of you," he purrs, licking up the side of my neck. A moan I can't stop rushes out, and my head turns toward the door, making sure it's locked. "You locked it, don't worry. No one is going to walk in on us. Too bad for them." He chuckles, kissing up my neck. I turn my head to give him more access, shivering when he sucks hard. "Take off your pants and sit in your chair."

Ronan and I have done this before, so while this is nothing new, it still sets my blood on fire every time it happens. There's something dirty and passionate about fucking in my office. We've never gotten caught, but the thrill of it is what makes it exciting—even though we know there's a slim chance this late.

I shove my pants down my legs and sit in my chair, rolling it back away from the desk. Ronan licks his lips before dropping to his knees and crawling toward me. Fuck me. This gorgeous, commanding man is crawling on his knees to me. Spreading my legs wide, my body shakes when he grabs hold of my dick. He drizzles his saliva onto my cock before licking a stripe up and swirling around the head.

"Damn, Ronan. Keep doing that." His eyes look up at me and I roll my eyes. "Please." He hums around my cock, sucking me to the back of his throat. Gripping his hair, I pull him off my dick. "Nope. Too impatient. I need you inside me."

He quickly stands up, pushing his pants down his legs. "Good, I need to be filling you up. Now, stand up and bend over the desk for me."

I quickly do as he says, lying chest down on my desk. He crowds in behind me, his hands brushing up and down my sides .

"Is this how you want me?" I ask, loving when he groans and nips at my shoulder.

"You are so fucking perfect for me. You look so damn pretty, baby. Don't move, okay?"

I nod my head, waiting to see what he does next. A lubed up finger rubs against my hole and I throw my hand down onto the desk.

"Yessss," I moan, moving my ass around, trying to get him to push his finger inside.

"So needy for me."

He peppers kisses along my back, and I smile, knowing exactly what he's doing. He's making sure to kiss the freckles along my back. It's something he does so much it makes me melt every time. His obsession with my freckles means so much to me.

His finger plunges inside as he starts working me open. I'm a panting mess by the time he's up to three fingers.

"Okay, you're ready."

He removes his fingers and his lubed cock finds its way to my hole. I push down at the same time he pushes in, sliding in easily.

"Fuck, I love being inside you. There's no greater pleasure than the feeling of you being wrapped around me." His thrusts pick up, fucking me hard against the desk. I whimper loudly, causing Ronan to quickly cover my mouth with his hand. "Shhh, as much as I love hearing you, I don't think you want anyone else to hear you. And besides, your moans are only for my ears."

The thought of someone standing outside my office door listening has me whimpering louder, shoving back onto his dick. Ronan grabs my shoulder, pulling me up against him as he continues fucking into me. His panting hits my ear and I shiver, tossing my head back.

He keeps pounding into me until he finds his own release, mine following shortly after. We both drop onto the desk, panting heavily, his arms encircling me. Ronan pulls me up off the desk and we find our way to the floor, where he pulls me onto his lap and I cuddle in close.

"You bringing me dinner is always my favorite," I slur, closing my eyes and resting my head against his chest.

"I may have ulterior motives when I do that."

"You don't say," I joke, snickering at the thought. It never fails that when he brings me dinner, we end up fucking at my desk.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up and head home."

"Bubble bath?" I ask, knowing it will be the best way to end the night.

"Of course."