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Epilogue
Six Months Later
Saylor
I shove the contents of my dresser drawer from one side to the other as thoughts of the two-story house we purchased near downtown fill my brain. I can’t wait to renovate the place and open my bookstore. If only I could find my panties.
“What are you doing?” Knox moves the hair off my neck and nuzzles the spot he exposed.
“I’m looking for my lucky underwear.”
“You need to not wear underwear to get lucky.” He swipes his tongue along my flesh until he reaches the hollow below my ear. “And it’s been thirty minutes.”
“Knox,” I growl halfway between irritation and lust. The man knows every button to push, and he prefers to jam all his fingers into the buttons at once. “I’m in a hurry.”
“What’s the big rush? You have fifteen minutes.” He nibbles on the lobe of my ear and runs his hands over my belly.
Oh, what the hell. I spin around and arch into his jutting flesh. “Fine.”
“Please.” He gives me a knowing look, shoves the drawer shut, and hefts me on top of the dresser, hauling my ass forward. “Pretend to be put out all you want. I didn’t get to feast on this sweet pussy this morning.”
I grip the edge of the wood. “Whose fault is that?”
“All mine, doll. But when I wake up with a raging hard-on and your ass against me, it’s too hard to pass up.” He lays his hand on my belly and caresses it. “Good morning, baby. Close your eyes and ignore that your momma is obsessed with sex.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, but when his hands grasp my thighs and his mouth is buried at my core, I can’t protest his statement. He’s right. I’m a sex slave. His tongue swirls over my clit and backs down to slice between my swollen lips. All thoughts of finding my favorite underwear fly out the window.
“Sweet. Eating you out makes my cock rage in anger.” He drops one hand from my leg and strokes his flesh. Shit. I grip harder and dig my heels into the drawer to keep from falling forward as he thrusts his tongue in and out of my hole.
When his eyes meet mine, the sight of him jerking off is too much. Holy fuck. The man is going to kill me. “Screw that fifteen minutes, and let’s make it thirty. I can be late.”
“That’s more like it, baby.” He grins, drops his hand from his erection, causing it to bob and lurch forward. Before I can frown in the disappointment at the missed show, he nudges two fingers between my seam and lunges to the hilt.
“Yesss,” I hiss. He hauls me farther off the edge and finger fucks me while twirling his tongue over my clit. The muscles in his shoulders and back dance with his movements.
When I saw him the first time, I lost my ability to have rational thoughts, and he continues to steal them from me nine months later.
The pressure mounts, and my mouth hangs open as each piercing of my core elicits a moan that could rattle the windows. “Sweet baby, come for me. I want to feel your pussy sucking me off.”
I shiver and hold my breath. “I love your dirty mouth. I’m so close.”
He slows his movements. Asshole. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“That’s it. I thought you weren’t enjoying it.” He chuckles at my apex.
“Enjoying it?” I growl, and he returns to his previous ministrations. Only deeper and quicker.
“Yes, enjoying it,” he growls against my core and sucks my clit deep into his mouth, tugging and lighting my body on fire.
“Oh, fuck. Yessss.” Stars flash behind my eyes, and convulsions rock through my body.
Before I can catch my breath, he has my feet on the floor, and I’m facing the dresser. “Ass out. I want to fuck that tight hole I love so much.”
He pulls my hips backward and effortlessly fills my pussy to the hilt. “Oh, fuck.” My eyes roll back into my head. The convulsions and my weak limbs haven’t recovered as I gasp, trying to fill my lungs.
“That’s it, baby.”
Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.
