Epilogue

EPILOGUE

QUENTIN

Two Months Later…

“ T hat’s it…” Charlie moans as I turn my hips slightly to the left. Her thighs wrap around my back tighter, and I feel her heels digging into my kidneys.

Hot water cascades around us, and I tighten my hold on her ass as I slam into her. Her head hits the shower wall, and she grabs my shoulders and leans forward.

Her breasts bounce in my face, and I suck a hard nipple into my mouth.

She cries out and bucks forward, and I slam into her until she tenses against me. Her head jerks backwards, and she screams my name as she comes.

Not able to hold it together anymore, I bounce her on my cock until the release explodes out of me.

I cry her name over and over until my chest aches and there’s nothing left in me.

My phone buzzes from where I left it on the vanity, but I ignore it. Instead I lower Charlie to the tiles and cover her face in soft kisses.

My phone rings insistently, and whoever wants to get ahold of me isn’t giving up.

“I’d better get that.”

I leave Charlie in the shower while I grab a towel and answer my phone.

“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes. Are you guys joining us?” It’s Judge, and he sounds pissed.

I glance at the wall clock, and it’s zero-six-forty-five. We were meant to be at the headquarters fifteen minutes ago. It’s the first day of the charity run, and we’re heading out together. Breakfast was served at zero-six-hundred hours, which we’ve missed. The briefing was at zero-six-thirty, which we’ve also missed. Group photos are happening about now. And we roll out at zero-seven hundred.

Through the glass of the shower, I watch Charlie lather soap over her body.

“We had a hold up.” She runs the soapy suds over her breasts, and my cock springs to life as if it hasn’t just been drained. “Be there soon.”

I hang up before Judge can say anything else.

“Are we late?’ Charlie looks mildly concerned as I climb back into the shower.

“A little.”

I grab her breasts in my hands and my mouth closes over her left nipple, making her gasp. Somehow, being late doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. Not when there are so many good reasons to lose track of time. And I’m holding two of them in my hand right now.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch up.”

I sink to my knees, and she moans as my mouth closes around her pussy. Her hand presses against the glass as she spreads her legs for me.

I’m late, but there’s no place I’d rather be than right here living in the moment.