Epilogue

One Year Later

DONOVAN

I stared at Trevor as he typed away on his keyboard. A tuft of dirty-blond hair fell over his forehead, and he brushed it back absentmindedly as he concentrated on whatever he was working on. Even after a year of us being together, I still got tingles whenever I looked at him.

He really was beautiful, inside and out, which was part of why I'd chosen to have his desk placed in my office to begin with. From the very start I'd been drawn to him, not only because of how gorgeous he was, but also how kind and intelligent.

I'd felt a pull, a need to have him close and keep him there, and so I'd had my staff set up his workspace in my office instead of next door like my previous PAs. I'd made up some excuse about not wanting to have to call for him when I needed something, but really, I wanted to be able to look at him whenever I felt like it.

At first, the idea seemed to have backfired as I realized what a distraction he was going to be. As I got to know him better, and started to develop feelings for him, it became increasingly difficult to ignore him and concentrate on my work, but I was determined not to cross any lines with him.

Everything had changed, however, on our trip to Paris and they'd continued to change once we returned home, but try as I might, I couldn't find it in me to regret any of it. Simply put, Trevor Reed was the best thing that ever happened to me.

He glanced up when my cell phone started to ring, cocking his head in question when he saw me staring at him. I smiled at him and swiped the screen. "Hi, Mom!"

Trevor shot up from his chair, gesturing for me to put it on speakerphone as he rounded my desk and sat down on the edge. I put the call on speaker then laid a hand on his knee, unable to have him this close and not touch him.

"Hi, honey! How was your trip?"

Memories flooded my brain as I looked up at my favorite pair of blue eyes. Belize was gorgeous and amazing, but nowhere near as incredible as the man who'd gone with me. "It was fantastic. Trevor's here too, by the way."

"Hi, Elaine," he exclaimed.

"Elaine? I thought for sure I told you to call me mom," she replied.

"Sorry. Hi, Mom!" He blushed but I could see the happiness in his eyes. His own mother had been a horrible alcoholic who neglected him terribly. My mother was the complete opposite, warm and caring, loving and nurturing. When she'd heard how he'd been raised—always having to fend for himself and dodging his father's rage—she'd immediately taken him under her wing, determined to shower him in motherly love.

"That's better. Now, tell me all about it."

I smiled as I listened to him regale her with stories of the private island we'd called home over the last three weeks. His face was animated as he described the over-water bungalow we'd stayed in, the ruins we'd visited, and the colorful sea creatures we'd seen when we'd gone snorkeling.

Seeing him so happy did something crazy to my heart and hearing how close he and my mom—the two people I loved most in the world—had become, settled something inside me. Like all the pieces of my life had finally come together, falling right into place.

Over the last year, they'd both taught me the importance of finding balance between work and my personal life. It had been difficult at first. I was used to working long hours at the office then a couple more hours once I got home. It was a hard habit to break. But then Trevor would remind me of all the things we could be doing instead—mostly naked things—and I'd find myself packing up my things, eager to get home and enjoy our evenings.

I was happier than I'd ever imagined I could be, and it was all thanks to the man currently perched on my desk. "Mom, we're going to have to go. We have a big meeting starting soon," I lied.

Trevor shot me a questioning look as my mom said, "Okay, honey. Well, I'll see you two boys tomorrow night. You're still coming to dinner, right?"

"Of course. See you then." I ended the call quickly then tossed my phone aside.

"What are you talking about? There aren't any meetings on the schedule for today," Trevor said.

My mouth curved up in a devilish grin. "I know that." I scooted my chair over in front of him and slipped my hands under the cuffs of his pants, running my fingers over the soft hair on his calves.

His eyes widened in surprise then immediately began to darken with desire. He was always so responsive, and I loved it. I loved everything about him. In fact, I couldn't imagine a more perfect person for me in the entire world.

One perfect eyebrow arched upwards. "What are you doing, Mr. Marshall?"

"Trying to get you in the mood. Is it working?" My hands moved to the outside of his pants, running a path up his legs.

"It always works, but what I meant was…why are you doing this here? You always say we can't do things like this at work."

I reached for his left hand and pulled it towards my mouth, kissing the gold band around his finger, then I looked up at him through my eyelashes. "That was before anyone knew about us. Now, you're my husband, so there's no reason to hide. Besides, you've been making me break my rules from the first moment we met. Why should this be any different?"

His voice sounded breathy as he asked, "And what is it you want to do, exactly?"

I stood up between his spread thighs and took hold of his tie with my other hand, curling my hand so it wrapped around it and pulled him close. "You," I whispered against his lips. "On top this desk, on the table, over the back of the couch, next to the windows where the whole world could see if they looked up."

Trevor's pupils blew wide with the last suggestion, just as I knew they would. My man had a voyeurism kink. Watching, being watched, he fantasized about it all, and while no one but me was actually allowed to see his beautiful body, I was more than happy to play into his fantasies.

I stepped back and helped him slide off the desk, then I led him to the wall of windows. The view of the city and all the people bustling about below was perfect for feeding his voyeuristic needs while none of the buildings that surrounded us were tall enough for anyone to see into my office.

Trevor swallowed hard as I started to undress him, his pulse fluttering wildly at the base of his throat. His eyes darted nervously toward the door. I'd locked it earlier when he wasn't looking, but I wasn't about to tell him that.

"It's unlocked, but most of the staff know not to come in unless they knock first. Of course, if they hear you making loud noises, they might get worried and come running in. Do you think you can be quiet?"

The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he gave a jerky nod. Removing the last of his clothing, I stood in front of him, completely clothed. "Look at you, standing naked in my office, where anyone could walk in, anyone could see you through the windows. So, fucking sexy and so damn dirty. Everyone will be able to see what you do to me, what I'm going to do to you, what a dirty boy you are."

His whole body trembled, and his cock leaked, clear fluid that dripped onto the floor. "Tell me what you want, Trevor."

He swayed on his feet; his head heavy with desire. Only a small thin line of blue remained around his pupils and his eyelids were at half-mast. "I want you to…"

I stepped closer and tilted his chin up with one finger while my other hand reached down, wrapping around his hard length. He whimpered as I leaned in and kissed him, long and hard, my tongue dueling with his as his sweet taste filled my senses. I would never be able to get enough of this man. Not even if I lived to be one hundred and twenty.

"What do you want me to do?" I reminded him when our mouths finally broke apart.

His eyes found mine and the lust swimming in them had me wanting to drop to my knees and worship him until he spilled every drop of his sweet nectar down my throat. But this was his fantasy and I had vowed to always make him happy. Besides, I was going to enjoy every second of this too.

"M…make me."

"Excuse me?"

Trevor lifted his chin boldly. "I want you to make me."

I felt my eyebrows reach for my hairline as understanding sank in. "You want me to take charge, baby? Tell you what to do?"

"Yes," he whispered.

A wicked grin spread across my face. I was definitely going to enjoy this. Reaching up, I put a hand on his head and gently pressed down. "On your knees."

Trevor hesitated, as if shocked this was actually happening and then he moved quickly, sinking onto his knees and peering up at me as he waited for the next instruction. "Open my pants and take me out."

He hurried to comply, unzipping my pants and reaching in to pull out my cock. I was stiff, hard as fucking rock for him. I couldn't wait to be buried deep inside him, but I didn't want to rush this.

With his hand wrapped around it, Trevor eyed my cock, licking his lips hungrily. "Taste me." He started to lunge forward, but I stopped him, tugging gently on his hair until he tilted his face up to look at me. "And you better take it deep. I want to feel my cock buried in that tight little throat; you understand?"

A rapid nod of his head followed a soft moan and then he took me into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the mushroomed head and lapping up the precum that spilled from my slit. I clenched my jaw as pleasure rushed over me like a tidal wave. He'd come a long way since that first timid blowjob and was now able to take me down his throat better than any porn star.

My fingers tangled in his hair as his head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper and deeper inside his hot mouth. He knew exactly the right amount of suction to use to drive me wild. My head fell back as I savored the riot of pleasure he was inflicting upon my body.

All too soon, I was forced to pull out of his mouth, afraid if I didn't this would all end much quicker than I wanted. Yanking him to his feet, I grabbed him in a blistering kiss that left both of us gasping for air.

I swiftly maneuvered him so he was facing the windows, moving close behind him to press his hands to the glass. "Look out there. How many people are looking out their windows right now, maybe they were just walking past, but they saw you, naked in my office, so they stopped to stare."

Trevor's breathing increased, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he got swept away in the fantasy. I reached my arms around him, cupping his cock with one hand, the other splayed across his chest, thumbnail flicking over his nipple until it hardened into a tight little nub.

"They can see us together, see what I'm doing to you, the way I'm touching you. I bet it's turning them on. Maybe they're slipping a hand down their own pants, trying to relieve some of the desire they feel from watching two strangers fucking."

His gasp sounded loud in the room, and I had to fight a grin. "Don't move a muscle," I instructed. I moved quickly, pulling the bottle of lube from where I'd stashed it inside my bottom desk drawer.

Good little employee that he was, Trevor hadn't moved an inch, and I took a moment to savor the view of his body, totally nude, legs spread apart, and his palms flat against the window. He was glorious and he was all mine.

I stalked towards him until I was standing close behind him. ""I'm going to play with your ass now. Would you like that?" He let out a garbled moan I took as a yes. "Of course you'd like that because you're a dirty boy, aren't you? You like the idea of people watching you, watching my fingers sliding in and out of your ass, fucking it so good."

He jumped as a cool wet finger slid down his crease, dipping in to circle his tight hole. I slipped a finger in, just to the first knuckle. His greedy entrance sucked it in deeper, as if it had missed that full feeling.

"God, Donovan!" he groaned.

"That's Mr. Marshall to you," I said sternly into his ear, keeping up with the fantasy.

Goose bumps skittered across his flesh. "Sorry, Mr. Marshall."

"I can overlook it if you take the rest of my fingers silently. Do you think you can do that? Can you keep quiet while I stretch you open?"

Trevor's head jerked up and down quickly, his lips pressed tightly together, so he wouldn't accidentally make a sound. God, he wanted this so bad, and I was the lucky man who got to give it to him. It almost made me sorry I'd waited so long to do this, but the time hadn't been right before.

We'd had to keep things private for a long time, but with the announcement of our engagement and subsequent wedding, the whole world now knew he was mine and I was his. Now, we were free to do whatever we wanted behind closed doors and openly show our affection. It was freeing in so many ways.

I reached around him, stroking his cock in long, slow pulls as I worked a second finger inside him. His forehead landed on the glass, his breath fogging it up as he panted through the sweet, torturous invasion to his body. I stared down as I added a third, watching them disappear inside that tiny pink ring of flesh.

"I think you're ready for more, aren't you?" I purred in his ear. "Are you ready for my cock, Mr. Reed?"

Another shiver shook his body. "Yes," he hissed.

I let go of his cock, reaching up to wrap my hand gently around his throat instead. I saw his eyes widen in the reflection of the window, swallowing audibly when I applied a small amount of pressure. "Then I need to hear you beg for it."

"P…please, Mr. Marshall. Do it."

"Do what?" I demanded.

"Fuck me. Fuck my ass with your big cock. Please," he pleaded as I slicked myself up behind him.

"Tssk, tssk, tskk. You want me to fuck you with all these people watching? You really are a naughty boy, aren't you, Mr. Reed."

Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed onto his hips and pulled his ass back towards me, practically bending him in half. His hands scrambled for purchase on the slick window, but I didn't wait for him to be ready before I thrust my cock inside, burying myself to the hilt in his snug, wet channel.

He let out a groan, but I shushed him. "Careful. You don't want anyone to rush in here to see what's wrong, do you? What would they think if they came running in and saw you like this, naked and bent over with my cock in your ass."

Trevor let out a strangled cry, biting his lip to try and keep quiet. I knew how loud he could get when we fucked. Alone in our home, I loved seeing how many times I could make him scream, so I knew this had to be killing him.

I was so turned on, having gotten caught up in the fantasy myself. I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long and from the way Trevor's cock was straining, neither was he. I doubled my efforts, reaching around to stroke his cock while my hips moved in hard, punctuated thrusts, tunneling my cock deeper and deeper inside his body.

I must have hit his prostate just right because he let out a loud gasp, going up on his toes with the force of my thrusts. A few short moments later, his body stiffened, and I watched as long, white ribbons of cum shot out of his cock and landed on the window. The sight of it dripping down the glass was enough to send me over the edge, my forehead pressing between his shoulder blades as I filled him with my seed.

I tucked myself back into my pants and helped him over to the leather couch where I lay him down then I went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. After cleaning him up, I stretched out beside him and pulled him into my arms. It was a tight fit, but we made it work.

"Was that all right?" I asked, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head and breathing in the scent of his sweet, clean sweat.

Trevor huffed out a laugh. "It was better than all right. Best. Husband. Ever!"

I chuckled. "I'm glad. I rather like making your fantasies come true."

"You're so good at it," he whispered, burying his face in the spot between my neck and shoulder. I shivered as he placed a kiss there.

We lay there quietly for a long time, each of us lost in our own thoughts and relishing the feel of being in each other's arms. Eventually, he started to get chilly, so I helped him get dressed, kissing him between every article of clothing.

"Why don't we get out of here a little early today? Pick up some Chinese take-out and go home and watch movies."

Trevor slid his arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around his waist, holding him close. The smile he gave me took my breath away. "Who are you and what have you done with my surly, work-a-holic boss?"

I pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "He found something much more important than work."

He practically melted in my arms. "I'm glad no one else knows what a romantic you are, or they might try and snatch you away from me. Most of New York City is already jealous that I took you off the market," he teased then he paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. "I guess this means you won't be on the most eligible bachelor list again this year. Or any other year from now on."

I laughed. "That's fine with me. I'm very happy being married to you and I don't care if the whole world knows it."

His smile turned sublime. "For better or worse?"

I lifted him up off his feet and kissed him soundly. "Till death do us part."