Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Epilogue
CELESTE
Six Months Later
There’s a pep in my step. This morning when I woke up, it all clicked into place. Wylder and I are married now, have been for four months. When he said soon, he definitely meant that. I was glad, too. Wylde has some lofty goals, and as he’s approaching forty, those goals need to come to fruition. Which is why I’m at the hotel and casino on my day off, a day I usually spend at home or running errands. That’s not the case today.
“Hello, Mrs. Hayes,” Pierre greets me as I make my way towards his desk. Just beyond it is Wylde’s office.
“Hello, Pierre. Please call me Celeste. You’re practically family.” He’s out of his chair, arms open and ready to give me a hug. I do the same. Journey is still trying to work on hooking him up with a family friend, both of them deserving to have love in their life. It hasn’t happened yet, but I have a feeling it will soon.
“Fine, Celeste, he’s on the phone, but you can head on in. I’ll make sure you two aren’t interrupted.” He winks at me as we pull apart. He walked in on us one time, not that we were hot and heavy; most of that was my fault because I forgot to lock the door.
“Thank you.” We air kiss each other’s cheek, Pierre’s thing he’s known for, a life full of zest that you can’t help but love him.
“No problem. I think I’ll go ahead and take my lunch. Let Mr. Hayes know the calls are forwarded to the answering service, please.” That might be a good idea for Pierre. I don’t tell him that; instead, I squeeze his hand and make my way towards my husband. My plan is in motion, one that’s going to require him being quiet for a change while also laying a few cards out on the table.
I open the door, staying quiet. A grin greets me. Wylde is on the other side of his desk, phone in his hand, already beckoning me to come his way. I have something to do first, including locking the door. The next will definitely have him doing more than smirk. With any luck, it’ll have him swallowing his tongue.
“Come here,” he mouths quietly. My hands go to the hem of my dress, pulling it up, revealing the lace thong as it goes up. I hear a groan come from the back of his throat, a groan he’s attempting to cover up with a cough. Of course, I lose a visual of him as the fabric slides up even more, the lace of my bra abrading my hardened nipples at the knowledge that Wylde is already on edge.
“Yes, I’m here,” he grunts to the other person on the phone. The dress floats to the ground. I step out of my shoes because for what I’m about to do, they won’t be necessary. My steps are slow and seductive as I unclasp the front closure of my bra, rolling my shoulders until it falls off my body. It’s only when I’m standing right beside Wylde that his hand reaches out to my hip, squeezing it, trying to get me in his lap to wrap his mouth around first one nipple, then the other. I never knew just how much of a tit and ass man Wylde was until he verbalized it. Though, it should have been a clue when he left a hickey on my ass and could make me cum by playing with my nipples alone.
“No.” I shake my head and drop to my knees, attacking his belt. The button gives way quickly, the hiss of the zipper echoing in the quiet room, and he’s finally in my hands. God, I love that Wylde doesn’t wear anything beneath his clothes. You see, I have more than one gift to give him today. This is only the first.
“We’ll continue this conversation at our next meeting.” My head is lowered, mouth open and ready to take the mushroom-shaped head into my mouth, not even teasing him. I’m hungry for Wylde, needing the taste of him on my tongue. He has other ideas, though. One of his hands makes a ponytail with my hair, and he’s pulling me away.
“Wylde, no, this is for you,” I say, but he’s not allowing it.
“Want you on my desk, thighs spread open, my cock inside you. Are you going to deny me that pleasure?” he asks. God, when he puts it like that, it’s hard to deny him.
“No,” I tell him because damnit, he’s right, and the second part of the gift I want to give him would be better with him inside me anyways. The chair he is in rolls back as he stands up. He picks me up and places me exactly how he wants me. If there were a mirror, it would show just how lewd this scene is. My center is dripping for him, ripe and ready for the taking, and when he rips the remainder of his clothing off, that’s when I say, “Wait, there’s something I want to tell you.”