Extended Epilogue
Luna...
One year later...
“Lass, you’re still here? I appreciate your work ethic, but ya know ya have nothing to prove, aye?”
Cormac, Chieftain of the MacTavish Mafia is leaning against my office door, arms folded and still looking perfectly put together.
Which is very unfair, because we both walked into MacTavish International at the same time this morning. But while his blue suit is unwrinkled, my hair is halfway out of its tidy French twist and I’ve learned that linen dresses will only stay unwrinkled if they remain on their hanger.
I look like I just staggered off a twelve-hour flight in Basic Economy.
“Thank you, Chieftain, but I’m trying to get some extra work done on this project while Kai’s out of town.”
“Mind ya both take some time off when he returns,” he says, “ya deserve it. And call me Uncle Cormac. If that’s uncomfortable, just Cormac. I get a fecking earful of Chieftain this, and Chieftain that during the day.”
“Yes, Chief- un, Uncle Cormac.”
“Better,” he chuckles, “I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
To be honest, I would rather have an office a few floors down from the executive offices. The view from the 20th floor is spectacular; the lights of Glasgow’s downtown growing brighter as the sun goes down, and the blue-green ribbon of the River Clyde snaking its way through the city. But being on this rarified top floor means all the major players in the MacTavish Mafia pass by my door every day. When they stop to chat with me, I feel like they’re checking my work.
Kai calls it Imposter Syndrome.
My STEM Girls Scholarship project is almost completed and the accountant for the MacTavish Foundation already approved the budget.
But this needs to be perfect. I need to prove that I’ve been paying attention these past twelve months, that I know what I’m doing.
Before he left on this latest round of mysterious tasks, Kai made me give him the pitch for the program.
Naked.
“It makes sense, lass. Ya won’t be nervous pitching the deal because you’re picturing yourself naked.” He was lounging on our couch, manspreading and already shamelessly hard.
“It’s supposed to be, you’re picturing your audience naked,” I said, narrowing my eyes when he held up two fingers in a come-hither motion. “No, I am not coming over there! I haven’t laid out the scholarship implementation-”
Within a minute, I was bent over the couch arm and Kai was putting those glorious piercings on his dick to very good use.
It comes as no surprise to me that part of my confidence comes from my husband’s insistent belief that I can do anything.
I’m walking back to my desk when I hear it.
A clicking sound, like dress shoes on the marble tile in the reception area. But no one should be up here, security on the 20th floor is very tight. I know everyone else has gone home.
“Hello?”
Isn’t this how every horror movie starts?
Stepping out into the hallway, I look around. It’s empty. Maybe I should go home. I’m starving. Maybe low blood sugar is making me hallucinate.
Another click.
Turning in a circle, I listen intently. Nothing.
I’m just heading back into my office when I hear a low chuckle and every cell in my body comes alive.
“Little fox...”
Oh, shit. We can’t play here. This is the executive floor of MacTavish International!
Another click, this time I know it’s deliberate. Kai could be wearing a cowbell around his neck and he’d still be able to sneak up behind me undetected.
There’s a sharp rap on a door to the left of my office and instinct takes over. I kick off my shoes and run.
Where can I hide? Skidding around the reception desk, I race down the long hall. The lights are low but I can see the faint glow of the emergency exit sign at the very end of the corridor. I can get through that door and-
Another low chuckle. “You’re not even trying, baby. It’s almost like ya want me to spread you out on your desk and fuck ya till ya scream.”
Veering right, I run past Dougal’s office. Cormac’s set of double doors is open and I tear through them, slamming one shut and getting the other halfway closed before a huge, tattooed hand grabs my wrist, making me scream.
“I need ya too much to play more tonight,” Kai rasps, shoving the door open and seizing me for a kiss. It’s hard, messy, and almost violent, lips clashing against each other and his tongue spears into my mouth.
His hands slide under my ass and he hoists me up, grunting as I wrap my legs around his lean waist and squeeze. When he sets me on the edge of Cormac’s massive ironwood desk, I come to my senses.
“Wait- no, honey we can’t do it here! Not in the Chieftain’s-” He rips my undies off and puts his mouth against my center, groaning in relief like he’s waited weeks to do this and the vibration ripples through me. Digging my fingers under his shirt, feeling warm skin and muscle, I stare up at the shadows on the ceiling. He left the door open. What if Cormac comes back for something?
Kai’s lips fasten around my clitoris and he sucks hard. Hard enough to make my back bow off the desk, hard enough to make me scream. He rests his chin on my pelvis, greener than green eyes glittering up at me.
“Have ya missed me, baby? Missed me enough that if I stuff a few fingers in this tight little cunt, you’ll go off like a rocket?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer him.
The stretch inside is painful, it stings, it gives me goosebumps and sets my nerve endings on fire. When his rough fingertips find my G-spot and scratch, I come, screaming, flooding him with slick.
“Beautiful,” he groans, licking his fingers. Oh, god. His hand is wet, his shirt sleeve is wet. I’m an animal. A desperate animal.
Pushing him back onto the chair behind the desk, I run my hands up his thighs, his legs brazenly spread and I tug at his belt, pulling it off and grabbing his zipper.
“Lift your hips,” I say, yanking his pants and boxer briefs down. His cock springs free and oh... Has he gotten bigger? Is that possible? His piercings glow in the low light from the windows, five barbells, stacked on top of each other, making his dick look positively menacing.
There’s no finesse, I’m greedy for him and suck half of his cock into my mouth before I choke a little.
“Just like that, little fox.” Something loops around my neck and I realize it’s his belt as he pulls it tight. Just tight enough to know it’s there. His tattooed hand strokes my cheek. “Is this all right?”
I realize that he’s concerned I might flash back to the night on Morren Island when I was choking on that bullwhip wrapped around my throat.
Oh, we’re so past that.
Sucking him harder, I trace my tongue along that thick vein on the underside of his cock, pulsing in time to his heartbeat. Each piercing bumps against my upper lip when I pull back and this time, the leather around my neck tightens, pulling me forward again.
“Put your fingers in that pussy. My pussy, isn’t it, baby?”
Moaning in agreement around his cock, now halfway down my throat, I push the heel of my hand against my clitoris as Kai pulls my head back and forth with his belt, fucking my mouth.
He tilts my chin up. “Eyes on mine.” The angle lets the tip of his cock pop through the tight ring of my throat and he shoves himself halfway down. “Breathe through your nose, baby.” My eyes are watering, mascara streaming down my cheeks as I feel his thick shaft wedged impossibly deep.
Looking him in the eye, I swallow, my throat tightening like a fist around his cock.
With a tortured groan, he grits out, “I’m coming. You’re coming with me or I’ll spank the shite out of you instead of shoving these piercings in your cunt. Come!”
The rush of his finish flooding my mouth, sliding down my throat is too much and I join him, thighs desperately squeezing my hand between them.
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“We are in so much trouble,” I sigh, running my fingers through his lovely, thick hair. We’re on the floor next to the desk and he’s underneath me, acting as my cushion.
“Why?”
My other hand is stroking along his abdomen, feeling his six-pack bump against my fingertips, and it takes me a minute to remember what we were talking about.
“Um, we just did it in Cormac’s office. We despoiled the office of the Chieftain of Clan MacTavish!”
“Dinna worry.” He smiles up at me devilishly. “This is the only office that dinna have surveillance cameras. No one will ever know.”
I sit up. “Wait. Do you mean there’s a surveillance camera in my office?”
“Aye. Do ya know how many times I jerked off to that video feed when I was out of town?” He puts his arm behind his head, grinning at me.
“You pervert,” I say, though not disapprovingly. “You have to tell me how to turn it off, though. What if you caught me picking my nose or something?”
“There is nothing about you that isn’t sexy as fuck, wife.” His thumb runs softly over my abdomen. “How’s the wee bean?”
“Still the size of a lima bean,” I laugh. “We have a while before you can’t chase me down and fuck me into submission.”
He surges upward, laughing at my startled shriek. “Then we best get started, little fox.”
I grin like a demon. “Fuck me on the desk.”
My gorgeous husband bites my shoulder. “As you wish.”