Extra Epilogue
ECHO
Violet hit the button to end her recording and flashed me a sassy smile.
I grinned and shook my head at her antics. She’d lured me in here to watch her record the narration for her newest project and then read a scene so hot my hands had been clutching the armrests so I didn’t ruin her session by taking her to the floor and fucking her.
“You’re playin’ with fire, baby,” I growled as I stood.
She blinked her deep violet eyes innocently. “What are you talking about? I’m hard at work. I can’t help it if?—”
“I wasn’t convinced,” I interrupted, prowling toward her. “Seems like you need some practice.”
I yanked her body into mine and slammed my mouth down on top of hers in a carnal kiss. I held her hips as I walked her backward until we bumped into her desk. Then I grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the flat surface before moving to stand between her legs.
She jerked when she bumped the sound board behind her. Not wanting the knobs and buttons to dig into her back while I fucked her, I didn’t break our connection while I shifted us to the left, so the surface behind her was clear.
Then I slid my hands up to cup her tits and nibbled her bottom lip as I tweaked the hard tips. With a deep growl that made her shiver, I grasped the neckline of her shirt and ripped it straight down the middle.
“Brodie!” she cried out when my mouth dropped to suck a nipple through her bra.
We froze and both our heads whipped to the side, staring at the camera that allowed us to watch Poppy taking a nap.
Thank fuck, this room was soundproof.
Poppy didn’t move, and I sighed with relief.
Our four-year-old seemed to have a sixth sense for cockblocking…
or it could have been Violet’s inability to stay quiet when I fucked her.
I whole-heartedly encouraged her sexy-as-fuck sounds, but only when we were home alone.
Or the perfect circumstances presented themselves. Like right now.
My attention returned to my wife’s incredible tits, and I bit one of the hard peaks as I moved my hands to her thighs and glided them up under her skirt.
I shifted to the other breast and pulled the nipple between my teeth just as I tore her panties. Violet gasped, and her back arched as her hands delved into my hair.
“Hmmm…what was next?” I murmured as I kissed my way back up to her lips, while spreading her thighs wide open. “Oh, yeah. Lose the bra, baby.”
Violet’s hand immediately went around her back, and she fiddled with the clasp. When the lingerie went slack, I tugged the lacy material away from her and tossed it behind me.
“Let’s see,” I rasped. “Think next was…”
I palmed her tits as I dropped to my knees, then twisted and plucked her nipples as I shoved my tongue into her channel. A deep groan rumbled in my chest as I licked and sucked, drinking her juices while she writhed and moaned on the desk.
“Brodie, oh, yes,” she panted. “Yes! Right there! Oh! Oh, yes!”
Wanting better access, I brought my hands down to her thighs, pushing them wider before using my thumbs to hold her folds open. “Love this pussy,” I grunted. “So fucking wet for me. I could eat it all damn day.”
Violet’s body spasmed, and she pumped her hips, chasing my tongue when it retreated. “Harder, Brodie,” she begged. “I’m so clo—yessss.” Her cry became a hiss before she went silent.
“No one can hear you, baby,” I rasped when I realized she’d clamped her mouth shut. “You know what I want.”
I pushed a finger inside her and curled it up as I wrapped my lips around her clit.
“Right there!” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! YES!”
Liquid gushed from her center, filling my mouth as she shattered. I swallowed every drop until her orgasm ebbed and she slumped on the desk.
My cock throbbed painfully, pushing against the zipper of my leather pants, so I released it as I pushed to my feet.
Licking my lips, I stared down at her bouncing tits and the pink flush covering her dewy skin. “Fucking gorgeous.”
“That was?—”
I slapped a hand over her mouth and gave her a stern frown. “Pretty sure she wasn’t allowed to talk,” I reminded her in a deep, gritty voice. “Only thing you’re allowed to do is scream my name, baby.”
Her pupils dilated until the purple was nothing but a thin ring around them and heat burned in their depths.
“Good girl,” I grunted. “Lemme think. What was next?”
Violet moaned but didn’t speak.
I nodded in approval as I moved her into the position she’d described during her recording session. I placed each of her legs on one of my shoulders, then slid my hands under her ass and raised her up so her knees bent and her legs dangled behind me.
“Grab the edge of the desk,” I instructed while I moved my dick, gliding it through her slit so the shaft was resting on her sex, the tip kissing her little bundle of nerves.
Violet squirmed, her hands clutching my biceps so hard her nails dug into the skin.
“Now!” I snapped, pinching her nipples hard.
She cried out, and her hips bucked, but she obediently raised her arms and clutched the other edge of the desktop.
“Brodie,” she whimpered when I moved my cock up and down her pussy, coating it in her arousal.
“Hot, pink, and swollen. So fucking drenched. What else did you say? Trembling with need? I get that right?”
She nodded frantically and yelped when I bent to take a nipple in my mouth while rubbing my shaft against her with even more speed and force.
When her body was shaking and her expression was a mixture of tortured and blissed out, I stopped.
A desperate cry ripped from her lips as her gaze flew to meet mine.
I smiled wickedly. “Gotta remember the next part. Hmmm. Think it was fucking you raw so you can’t walk tomorrow without feeling my cock stretching your tight pussy.”
Violet shuddered and screamed, “Yes!”
I grinned. She’d answered without disobeying. “Clever girl,” I praised. “Think you deserve a reward.”
Once again holding her ass so I could lift her pussy to just the right angle, I pulled my hips back and positioned the fat, purple head at her entrance. Then I punched forward, shouting in rapture as I filled her completely. “Fuck, yes!”
I was beyond teasing and playing around. My balls were already full and drawn tight, my cock ready to blow. There was nothing left in my brain but the pleasure coursing through me and the primal need to fuck hard and fast.
“Squeeze that tight little pussy,” I growled. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s it, baby. Yes! Fuck!”
It didn’t take long to push her to the edge, thank fuck. She was begging for it when I pinched her clit and thrust in twice more before planting myself as deep as I could get and exploding inside her. “Fuck, yes! Oh, fuck! Fuuuuuuck!”
When the fog from my climax began to lift, I moved Violet’s legs so they wrapped around my hips and collapsed my upper body over hers, careful not to give her too much weight.
“How was that?” I panted.
Violet giggled. “Maybe I should record the scene again now that I have first-hand knowledge.”
I grinned and kissed her. “Happy to help anytime, baby.”
Two weeks later, I chuckled when she blushed hard as she hit the button to send the recording off to Thea for her approval. It wasn’t the first time we acted out one of the sex scenes, but she still flushed like an innocent virgin when she sent the files off to the author.
A few days later, I dropped next to her on the couch and dragged her onto my lap while she was checking her email.
“Uh oh. It’s from Thea,” she murmured, a frown creasing her forehead as she pointed to a message titled, Oops.
I shrugged. “Not unusual. Why is it freaking you out?”
She pointed to the subject line again. “I must have made a mistake. I always feel so terrible when I hold things up if I need to fix something.”
Chuckling, I pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head. “Baby, in all the years we’ve been together, I can count on one hand the amount of times she’s asked for you to re-record something. You know she doesn’t mind.”
Violet pouted as she clicked open the message. “I know. Doesn’t mean I have to be okay with it. Wait, this is weird.”
I quickly scanned the contents, but didn’t understand what Thea was saying. “What?”
Girl, while I appreciate the accuracy of this scene, I doubt my publisher will feel the same way. Lol.
P.S. Listen to it with your man. I have a feeling you’ll thank me later. ;)
Violet shrugged and downloaded the audio file. It started at the tail end of the sex scene we’d “researched,” but when it was done, there was a pause and then another click and the recording continued to play.
First, we heard a deep male growl, then fabric ripping.
“Brodie!”
What the fuck? Was that Violet?
She gasped, and then we heard what was clearly my voice.
“Hmmm…what was next?” I murmured. “Oh, yeah. Lose the bra, baby.”
There was a pause with fabric rustling, then…
“Let’s see,” I rasped. “Think next was…”
After another small pause, there was a deep groan and Violet moaning.
“Brodie, oh , yes,” she panted. “Yes! Right there! Oh! Oh, yes!”
Violet’s finger stabbed the keyboard, halting the recording. “Oh my gosh!”
Her face was beat red, and I couldn’t help bursting into laughter. While I hated that someone else had heard my woman in the throes of passion, I couldn’t help seeing the hilarity in the situation. “Must have bumped the record button when I set you on the desk.”
“Stop laughing!” she shrieked, slapping my arm. “How the heck did I miss that when I sent her the final cut?”
I shrugged, burying my head in the crook of her neck to muffle my continued chortling.
Violet took several deep breaths, then froze before I heard skin slapping. I raised my head just in time to see her jump off my lap and race to the bathroom with her hand over her mouth.
My eyebrows shot to my hairline, and I quickly followed her. Violet could be adorably shy about stuff like this, but it had never made her sick before.
“Baby?” I kneeled beside her and held her hair back as she lost her breakfast. When she was done, I scooped her into my arms and took her to our ensuite so she could rinse her mouth and brush her teeth.
I turned and stalked to the linen closet to retrieve a towel. “That seriously made you throw—” My question trailed off when my eyes landed on a box of foil packages. “Oh, shit.” Despite my curse, a grin split my face as I reached behind a package of tampons to grab something else.
“Seriously, Brodie? It’s not funny. You don’t have to be so amused,” she grumbled when she saw my expression. Then she cocked her head to the side. “This makes you happy? Me getting sick?”
“Fuck, yes,” I replied before cupping her face and giving her a hard kiss.
“I’m confused,” she muttered afterward.
“This clear things up?” I asked as I waved a pregnancy test in front of her.
Her jaw dropped, and she stared at the box, her eyes wide and round with shock. “But…”
“Guess we forgot one place to stash ‘em.”
We’d been planning to try for another baby after Brenden, but Violet had gotten pregnant before we could even start.
After Poppy, Violet had decided she was done.
For now, at least. So we’d stashed condoms all over our house and in my office.
Never occurred to me to put them in her recording studio, though.
Violet narrowed her eyes. “Forgot?”
She knew I’d wanted more kids, so I understood her suspicion. But I would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to.
Crossing my heart, I swore, “This wasn’t on purpose.”
She sighed and nodded, knowing I wouldn’t lie. Her shoulders slumped, and she giggled. “No more ‘research’ in the studio,” she mock grumbled.
I snorted in disbelief, then smirked at her. “If you say so, baby.”
It wasn’t me who broke the microphone the next time we played out a scene in her sound booth.