Epilogue
FOUR YEARS LATER
I shuffled down the hall, studying the intricate design of the carpet. The view looked so different in daylight. Beams shone through the long glass wall leading to Lucian’s office.
A loud bang echoed to me and made me quicken my pace.
I peeked around the corner of the room and into the copy room, where all the noise came from. Lucian smacked at the machine. His lack of patience only worsened with each year.
A bit of gray was starting to grace his temples, the lightest bit. It was damn hot, honestly. He would age just like his father, with the finer facial features from his mother.
Elain would never be a fan of me, but she begrudgingly accepted me, and I assumed it was because she knew her son was capable of snapping her neck if she continued being obvious about her dislike of me.
“If you know the copy machine sends you into a rage, why didn’t you send your assistant?”
He whipped toward me, his eyes wide. My lips twitched. It was so hard to catch him off guard.
Lucian’s expression softened. That was my favorite part of my days. Every time he set eyes on me, he visibly reacted.
“I sent him to get your lunch.” Lucian approached while I clung to the door frame.
We didn’t always agree, and he more often than not pissed me off, but . . . I loved him and he loved me with a desperation I never thought possible. “I also asked him to make a reservation for us at the new steakhouse downtown. Does that sound good?” he asked.
We already had plans for tonight. I combed my memories. Yeah, I’d reminded him multiple times about our plans.
“What about date night?”
“Date night?”
He had a great memory, so he was full of shit. I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms.
“Did you conveniently forget we’re going on a couples date with Verity and Alex?” I admonished.
His expression screwed into a displeased frown. This was his last-ditch effort to get out of it.
My lips twitched.
“Let me hear the complaint.” I huffed.
“There are no complaints from me,” he muttered. I raised an eyebrow at him while he shuffled some papers into a pile and exited the room with me on his heels.
“Are you still mad that I kissed him?”
“Not at you,” he said stiffly. We reached his office, and he opened the door for me, waving me forward.
“You need to let that go. It was years ago,” I huffed, striding past him. “He’s like a brother. Seriously. I don’t know what I was thinking—No, I wasn’t thinking.”
His lips pressed into a thin line.
“No, you weren’t,” he muttered. He slammed the documents on the edge of the desk with more force than necessary. He rolled his shoulders, facing away from me and staring out into the clear, afternoon sky.
“Come on, mate,” I cajoled, sidling closer to him until my breasts pressed against his back. I slid my hand up his side and wound it around his waist. “Loosen up around your brother.”
Alex acted like a kicked puppy anytime they were around each other. It didn’t help that Lucian made his anger obvious.
They’d never been close, but I’d had enough of the tension between them. But unlike Alex, who told Verity he wanted to be closer to him, Lucian didn’t give a fuck. And he needed to stop being an asshole.
I settled my cheek against his back.
“Please try. For me?”
He was so still, I thought he was about to reject my request, but he finally relaxed and exhaled, turning in my arms. His hands clasped my cheeks, and he tipped my face up.
“Fine,” he acquiesced.
“Good boy,” I teased.
He growled and captured my mouth, lifting me in his arms in a smooth motion. I squealed, my ankles crossing at his lower back.
“How long do you think George will be?” I breathed, chin lifted and chest heaving against his. With my hands on his chest, I caressed his shoulders.
“I don’t know, but he’ll call me when he’s back; he’s learned his lesson.”
I sure hoped so. Five times was a lot, but not when considering that it was over the last few years.
Lucian gripped my hips and propped me onto his desk, nuzzling into my neck.
“It’s time for my dessert,” he said, voice guttural. I dropped onto my back, my eyes wide as he yanked my shorts and panties down, then shoved my knees open. His pearly teeth flashed with his wide smile. He dropped to his knees.
I sucked in a breath. He was so damn fine. I licked my lips and swallowed, pushing onto my elbows.
He knew what he did to me. Sunlight fell across his face, enhancing the lighter shades of his hazel eyes.
He kept my gaze and lowered, his tongue gliding up my sex. I panted, unable to close my mouth.
Lucian thrust his tongue inside my core, and I jerked, falling onto my back to arch my hips for more of his warmth. Another swell of slick gushed free.
“Oh,” I moaned. “ Ohhhhh .”
My eyelids fluttered shut.
The deliciously building orgasm halted. I clenched my hands on the desk and opened my eyes to Lucian leaning over me, mouth and chin wet.
He caught my lips.
“Taste yourself on my tongue,” he whispered.
I turned my head to deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue against his.
He made me desperate, needy, and so damn sated. Lucian moaned into my mouth, and I couldn’t stop moving my hips because I wanted more pressure. The saltiness of my slick slid against my tongue.
“Lucian, please,” I begged. I wanted release.
He chuckled.
“My needy, perfect mate.” He settled one more kiss against my lips and slid down, kissing over my clothes. Over my chest, my breast, my stomach.
I remained on pins and needles, waiting for him to reach my sex. When he finally hovered between my legs, he peeked up at me, a smirk on his lips. My toes were in a perpetual state of being curled.
He lowered and lapped across my sex in slow, maddening glides. He kept the same pace until I was a sopping-wet mess, moans and cries spilling from my lips.
“There you are, hold on, Princess, don’t come yet.” I couldn’t have stopped it if he had held a gun to my head.
Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, the wracking clench causing my sex to throb close to pain. I wasn’t sure how long I was on the blissful cloud, but I finally managed to claw out a semblance of strength to open my eyes.
He clicked his tongue. I weakly rolled my head to the side to peek down at him.
“I told you not to come,” he tsked.
“Sorry,” I blurted, still floating on the high of an orgasm.
“Looks like I have to punish you.” He shook his head. His hands cupped my waist, and he dragged me closer to the edge of the desk.
“What does that?—”
He slid two fingers inside my channel and curved them up. I screamed, my chest arching off the desk.
I was too sensitive.
“Lucian,” I gasped. He didn’t stop. This time, the release was sudden and body-wracking. I could only give in to the violence of the orgasm.
I came down to him watching me, his eyes steady on mine, and so full of love it made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. I reached up and swiped my thumb across his damp lip. He caught my finger in his mouth, sucking it. It popped free audibly.
“I love watching you come.”
I tried to breathe as best as I could, but my lungs refused to fill to full capacity.
Lucian inhaled, a shiver wracking his limbs.
“You smell delicious,” he rumbled.
He lowered his head again and thrust his tongue inside my core. I screamed, my hips hiking high until I ground against his mouth. When he pulled back, he scraped his teeth across my clit. I stiffened, moaning.
I sank my fingers into Lucian’s hair and pulled at the onyx strands.
“Harder,” I begged.
He stopped, a chuckle vibrating against my sex.
“Yes, my Luna.”
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