Epilogue Chase
Four Months Later...
“Little to the left,” Sagitta suggested. Well, more like ordered.
I raised a brow but didn’t argue with my boyfriend. This was the fifth time I’d moved that particular clump of hornwort. I imagined the poor aquatic plant was sick and tired of me jostling it around.
“It looks fine. It doesn’t have to be perfect,” I said.
Sagitta’s voice was sharp. “Yes, it does. For this business to thrive, we must reach for perfection. That includes Demetrius’s new tank, since it’s the first thing customers see when they walk in. Now, move the hornwort a little to the left, please.”
Carefully pinching the plant with the metal tongs, I moved it a little to the left and buried it beneath the substrate, then stepped back to examine my work.
“Huh. It does look better there,” I admitted.
Sagitta smirked. He did me the courtesy of not saying ‘I told you so.’
“Good job. Now it’s perfect,” he said, linking his arm with mine.
Upon feeling Sagitta’s touch, the frustration of moving plants and decor around for the past hour instantly melted away. There was nobody I’d rather be doing this with.
“I think that’s it,” I said with finality.
Sagitta let out a content sigh. “It’s perfect.”
We stood there in silence for a couple minutes as we examined the fruits of our labour.
Right by the shop entrance stood a magnificent fifty-gallon long aquarium, decorated with sunken driftwood, textured river rocks, and brimming with lush green plants.
The light clipped onto the back filtered down through the floating lily pads.
Shimmering columns of light danced across the dark, sandy floor.
Once in a while, a red cherry shrimp scuttled across the bottom.
When they got caught in the rays, they resembled tiny living rubies.
The setup was eye-catching and beautiful. The only thing missing was its final resident.
“Did you double check the water parameters?” Sagitta asked.
My heart skipped a beat. It was so hot when he asked me questions like that. He really was the perfect man.
“Duh. It’s been cycled for weeks,” I replied.
Sagitta’s eyes sparkled. He looked as excited as I felt. “Then we’re all ready.”
Running to the back room, I fetched a small plastic tub and gingerly pulled off the lid. Demetrius was swimming inside, and he looked pissed. If he could talk, he’d be swearing like a sailor at me.
“Sorry, bud. It’s worth it, I promise.”
Sagitta lifted the tub. Since it was full of water, it was heavy as fuck. Unfortunately, I was concentrating too hard to ogle my boyfriend’s sleek biceps poking out from his white t-shirt.
I scooped Demetrius out of the tub with a silk net and eased him into the new aquarium.
He took off like a shot, swishing his tail like a big red middle finger as he got away from the net.
But then he slowed down. Curiosity lit up his small round eyes.
He looked around, then started to explore in earnest.
I grinned like a little kid. Beside me, Sagitta had the same expression. We were just two overgrown boys watching a fish swim around in his awesome new home.
“I love you, by the way,” I told him.
Sagitta found my hand and squeezed it. “I love you as much as Demetrius loves eating bloodworms.”
“Whoa, let’s not get carried away.”
Tilting his head up at me, Sagitta smiled. He caressed my cheek, then pulled me in for a kiss. It snowballed from a soft peck on the lips to something hungry and passionate. Our bodies pressed closer together and his fingers carded through my hair.
Good thing Demetrius was busy exploring, otherwise he’d get an eyeful of his dads making out.
After a few hot and heavy minutes, we parted for air.
“We cannot fuck in our store,” Sagitta said between breaths.
“Why? It’s ours. We can do whatever we want with it.”
He glared at me, but it was half-hearted.
“We have a staff room,” I suggested.
Sagitta grunted. “Good enough.”
He pulled me towards the back. On the way to the staff room, we passed fully stocked shelves of brand-new merchandise. It filled me with a sense of pride, even as arousal threatened to take over every ounce of me.
The staff room was our office space, and since Sagitta had a better eye for design, I’d left it entirely up to him.
The walls were a deep green, decorated with posters of shrimp and a framed arowana print.
It all looked very professional. Which made it feel naughtier that we were about to fuck in such a fancy office.
Sagitta sank into the plush leather chair and pulled me on top of him. He looked like a hot badass boss.
And I was already hard.
He must’ve felt it brushing against his leg because he smirked knowingly up at me.
“So eager,” he teased.
“Sorry. I can’t help but get horny when my boyfriend makes out with me.”
I sucked in a breath as Sagitta nudged his thigh, pressing it against my erection.
Arousal pulsed through me, and I whimpered. I couldn’t hold back from grinding against his thigh. It felt so good to rub myself on him.
Sagitta’s eyes gleamed with desire beneath his black lashes. “Good. Keep going.”
My head spun. Damn, he was sexy when he bossed me around. Even when it was about relocating aquatic plants.
“Hey. Close your eyes,” he instructed.
I didn’t need to know why. I closed them and waited.
A second later, I felt the cool, supple sensation of leather around my neck. Something metal clicked into place.
“Oh, you do look cute this way,” Sagitta mused.
I opened my eyes and touched my neck.
The fucking dog collar. He’d finally put it on me.
I chuckled. “Took you long enough.”
“Be quiet and hump my leg.”
I eagerly obeyed his order. My mind melted as I grinded my cock against Sagitta’s toned thigh.
The layers of fabric in between us were delicious extra friction, and our soft pleasured sounds filling the small office only added to the racy atmosphere.
It felt so lewd to defile the room we’d only finished setting up a week ago.
Sagitta ran his hands down my sides. He stopped at my hips, gripping them with his slender fingers.
“So desperate,” he said, cool yet salacious. “Are you going to come just from rubbing yourself on me?”
An embarrassing whine slipped out of me.
“Maybe,” I admitted.
He smiled in that sly way that always made my heart—and dick—veer into overdrive.
“Do it, then.” He maintained eye contact while he reached down to unzip himself. “Do it while I watch you.”
My back arched and I shivered with anticipation. I rocked my hips mindlessly while Sagitta took himself in hand. Watching my boyfriend pleasure himself was hot beyond belief. It totally scrambled my brain.
I groaned, speeding up my pace. My cock strained in my pants, and I unbuttoned them for a touch of relief. My breaths came out in ragged gasps and quiet moans as I moved against Sagitta. He surveyed me as he jerked himself off—slow at first, then speeding up to match my rhythm.
“Do it on me,” I begged. “Please.”
Sagitta’s face flushed. He visibly swallowed before returning a curt nod.
Our hot breath and moans mixed together. Sagitta’s wrist moved faster, his motions frantic. His eyes clenched shut as he gritted out a wanton moan and shot his load across my dark jeans. That visual sent me over the edge. With a few more desperate bucks of my hips, I finished in my pants.
I shuddered as I came down from the high.
“Thanks for ruining my pants,” I joked.
The corner of his mouth curled. “It’s fine. It’ll come out in the wash.”
“Right. Except we don’t have a washing machine in the store. Should I walk around pantless until we get home?”
He made a face at me. “Chase. Please don’t tell me you’ve never handwashed clothes.”
“Uhhh...”
Sagitta sighed. “Take them off. I’m going to teach you a life lesson.”
“Right now?” I asked.
“You might as well learn it now, in the very probable case I ejaculate on your clothes in the future,” he said dryly.
I instantly shoved my jeans off.
“Good boy,” Sagitta said, his finger teasing the collar at my neck.
My cock twitched again. Which he probably noticed, given my lack of pants.
Sagitta picked up my jeans. He pressed a kiss to my cheek before purring in my ear. “Now let’s go wash these, shall we?”
My heart skipped a beat. I’d never been more excited to do laundry.
THE END