Epilogue

LEXIE

There were very few elevators in Rosewood Ridge, the town where I’d settled with the man of my dreams. We loved it so much, we didn’t even leave to celebrate our five-year wedding anniversary. Instead, we rented one of the suites at the town’s retreat center.

As we stood in front of the elevator banks after dinner, though, I couldn’t help but think of something. “Remember that elevator ride the first day we met?” I asked.

It was nine o’clock at night, and we’d pretty much closed down the retreat center restaurant because we both wanted to try their famous chocolate cake. That meant we had the lobby to ourselves.

The elevator dinged, signaling that it had arrived, and I looked over at my husband, wondering if he got my hint. “I seem to recall you asked if I’d ever had sex in an elevator,” he said quietly as we entered. “I told you I’d surveil the situation before I’d do something like that.”

At the time, I hadn’t realized the man I’d end up marrying was a former Navy SEAL. Not just military, but hardcore military. Now, it made total sense that he’d say something like that.

It said nothing about his spontaneity. He was the most adventurous man I’d known. We had two daughters—identical twins—and they left little time for us to have a sex life, but my husband was the best dad out there. He regularly took us for day hikes and kayaking on the lakes of our small mountain town.

Both of us had not only made our homes in Rosewood Ridge but also our careers. I worked at the town courthouse as a clerk, and Austin was on a construction crew. He’d also followed through on his plans to join the volunteer fire department, which was jam-packed with former Navy SEALs—all hot guys who lived up in the mountains. It was one of the things that made Rosewood Ridge unique.

“I’ve already scoped out the situation,” Austin said as the doors closed behind us.

He waited until the elevator started moving, then stepped forward and pressed a button. The elevator immediately jolted to a stop. My heart began pounding as panic set in.

“It’s okay,” he said. “We’re paused. Think of it like the brakes on your car. We’re just idling.”

Without Austin, I’d probably spend the entire time worrying that those brakes might fail, or someone might press the button and unpause us. But I fully trusted Austin. Not only would he keep me safe, but he’d already investigated this from every angle possible. He knew what he was doing.

He dropped the bag containing our restaurant leftovers. My purse joined it as our arms went around each other and we began kissing, unleashing all the passion we’d kept in check at the restaurant. Normally, I’d shove my desire for my husband aside in favor of getting through the day, but this weekend was all about us and celebrating our love.

I’d worn a curve-hugging dress, just like my husband liked, but that also meant it didn’t billow out like the skirt I’d worn the first time we’d made love. Still, Austin made it work, tugging the fabric up and bunching it around my hips.

“Are you already wet for me?” he broke the kiss to ask.

I took a deep breath and struggled to catch my breath. “So wet.”

“Turn around and let me see.”

My eyes popped open, and I was sure he could see my confusion. He wanted me to turn around?

But then I got it. With a smile, I turned and waited as he unzipped the back of my dress so he could access my breasts. When he tugged me back against him, I moaned, loving the feel of the fabric of his dress shirt against my bare skin. One hand cupped my breast while the other went between my legs.

“Thank you for skipping underwear tonight,” he breathed into my ear. “I can’t wait to fill that sweet pussy with my hard cock.”

His words made my knees go weak, but he’d hold me up if I needed it. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of his finger sliding over my clit as his other hand moved over my nipple.

“Oh,” I said, the word coming out as a squeak.

“Mmm, that’s it, sweetie,” he said against my ear, then he nipped my earlobe with his teeth, bringing out another high-pitched sound from me. “I want you to come for me.”

Those words tipped me over the edge, my orgasm racing through me as my hips involuntarily moved. My ass rubbed his erection in the process, and I felt that bulge growing. He’d said it, and I agreed—I couldn’t wait to feel that hard cock inside me.

I was fully prepared to spread my legs and bend over, letting him take me from behind. But instead, he stepped back, nudging me around until I was facing him. Then he pulled me toward him for another kiss.

My hands were already busy untucking his shirt, then moving away from him so I could unfasten and unzip his jeans. In one swift move, I had his pants and underwear down and his cock in my hand, giving it long, bold strokes.

I’d come a long way since our first time, but everything I knew about making love, I’d learned from this man, so it was all fine-tuned to his preferences. And that was fine. There would be no one else for me.

When I pulled away from the kiss and knelt in front of him, he knew exactly what I intended. This might be a quickie, but I had to at least pleasure him with my mouth for a minute or two before we got down to business.

I was rewarded with a deep groan that let me know he was putty in my hands. I ran my fingers over his balls as I took him as deep in my mouth as I could, then pulled out and licked around the tip the way he liked. I licked all the way down the underside before taking him in my mouth once again.

As expected, he nudged me upward within a minute after I’d started. The desire in his eyes went straight to my core as he lifted me against the wall, holding me up as I maneuvered him inside me.

Our eyes met as he sank deep, and I almost smiled as I remembered my initial fears that he might never fit. My body now accommodated him perfectly. Like we were made for each other.

The scene we were making was so hot. His jeans around his thighs as he pumped into me. My skirt bunched up around my hips. My bare breasts brushing his chest. Just the thought had me soon moving toward a second orgasm. I slipped my hand between us and touched my clit, gasping with pleasure as he pounded into me.

“You’re so hot,” he said, his gaze lowering to my breasts, then downward.

His stare settled on my pussy, watching me touch myself as his cock slid in and out, in and out. And then I was coming, squeezing his shoulder as my orgasm rushed through me, my eyes slamming shut as I rode the waves. With my squeeze, I let him know, as I always did, that he could stop holding back. Sure enough, within seconds, he let out a groan as he emptied his seed inside me. He felt every single sensation, as he had from the time we’d first decided to start trying for a baby, which was just a few weeks after meeting.

As he lowered me to the ground, I was suddenly all too aware of what we’d just done and self-conscious about it. “Are you sure there are no cameras?”

“Positive,” he said. “But if there were, whoever was watching it would owe us a huge thank you for the show.”

I smiled as I tugged my skirt back into place. “We do put on a good show, don’t we?”

“Yes, but this show is just for the two of us. In fact, let’s get back to the room and rest, and then we’ll start up again in an hour or two.”

“I may be asleep by then.” I turned so he could zip me up again. “That took a lot out of me.”

“Well, feel free to wake me up if you need an encore,” he said. “Only this time, we’ll stay in bed for it.”

I laughed and watched as he pressed the button to get the elevator moving again. “Now that sounds like a plan.”

As the elevator neared our floor, he turned and gave me a kiss. When he pulled back, he looked down at me and said, “I love you.”

I smiled back. “I love you too.”

The elevator doors breezed open to reveal an older couple standing there, looking more than a little annoyed. They’d obviously been waiting for our elevator for a while, which made me wonder if the other elevator was out of commission.

But I didn’t feel bad about it. Instead, I held my head high as I took my husband’s hand and led him to our room. Only then did I let myself celebrate the fact that we’d gotten away with sex in an elevator.