Epilogue

Seven Years Later

Hal

As I sit on the balcony of our new apartment, gazing at the current painting I'm working on, I reflect back over the last seven years. My life has changed so much. Anna and I have just celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary and have two beautiful kids, Noah, who's 5 and Amelia, aged 3.

Annalise has finished her PhD and is now a professor — Professor Annalise Wilson-Torres. My heart could almost burst open with pride. She's now teaching at Stanford and loves every bit of it.

And me? Annalise helped me realize that life is too short and to follow your passions in life. Tasha took over Torres-Holdings leaving me to become the artist I always knew I wanted to be. Deep down I believe Dad giving me the business all those years ago fueled her dislike towards me, thinking she could do a better job, even though she would never admit to it. That's all in the past now. Now, I'm selling art in galleries. Ironically, I paint the buildings I've been involved in building and can see from my balcony here in California. Turns out people actually like my work and pay a premium for my art.

Since that day in Connecticut, when we cleared the air, Tasha and I have developed a better relationship. Not perfect, but better. Pretty solid relationship and It means I can talk to both Tasha and Dad more regularly without fear of retribution every week. Tasha has even sometimes comes to me for advice or support, over the years, relating to the business, but she's found her feet now and is doing well.

"Hey handsome, how're you getting on?" I hear my darling wife purr behind me. She places her beautiful soft arms around my shoulders, holding me tight. It's a warm Saturday morning in the middle of July, and the kids are spending the weekend with my dad and Tasha. They have a great bond, and it means Annalise and I get some alone time.

"Yeah, I think I'm almost done."

Annalise walks in front of me and I can see she's wearing an emerald, green camisole and matching lace panties. Her nipples are erect and her eyes are dark as she looks down at me.

"Good."

She straddles my lap and kisses me gently on my lips, turning more passionate the deeper she goes. She nips at my bottom lip, and I feel the familiar twitch in my boxers. The sight and touch of her beautiful body still gives me a rock-hard erection. She smells so good.

She places her hands inside my robe and strokes my chest. Her dark hair spirals across my abs as she kisses and licks my body, slowly undoing the belt on the robe.

I feel my cock throbbing at the thought of pleasing her and fucking her hard.

"Baby, let's go inside," I say, but before I can say anything further, she's taken my cock out of my pants and placed it deep inside her mouth and she's sucking me hard whilst we're still on the balcony.

"Oh, fuck, Anna."

She continues sucking until I think I might explode, then she stops right on time and strokes my balls.

"I want you right now, Hal," she says and pulls her panties to one side and sits down the length of my penis. I sit up and push her hips right down on to me as we grind slowly, deeply together. I pull her camisole down to her waist to free her breasts. I love the way they move and feel in my mouth. She groans in response to my touch.

I pick her up like a feather, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands in my hair and I fuck her against the glass window. Anyone can see us but I don't give a fuck. This woman drives me insane and I have to have her right here. Right now. Even after all these years she makes me so hard.

"Hal, don't stop." She grabs her hands around my ass and lets out a loud scream. I fuck her harder and my orgasm shoots out of me.

As I catch my breath, Anna kisses my face all over and grins at me. She starts to giggle and the reality of what we've just done kicks in.

"I want to do that again," she says, looking up at me with those deep brown eyes and red cheeks.

"Oh baby, you know I can't refuse when you look at me like that. Just name the time and day. I'm at your service."

I carry her over to the chair we were just sat on, and we look across the city, basking in the morning summer glow.

"Wait a minute," she says, looking at my painting. "Is that painting of the building we used to live in? South Bay Boulevard?"

"The very same."

We both know what that building represents. It holds so many precious memories for us. Our first proper meeting, our first time together, and where our babies were born.

"It's beautiful," she says and nuzzles into me.

I hold her in my arms, grateful for the last seven years. I couldn't imagine my life any other way.

~The End