Epilogue #2
After an impromptu office party, my gorgeous wife showed me her enthusiasm over the joyous news in the most unforgettable way.
She lured me to my office and gave me the ultimate gift––her naked on her knees, cupping her tits as an offering.
I eagerly titty-fucked her until I jetted my cum all over her chest and face.
Then, I showed her my appreciation by eating her out spread open like a sumptuous meal on my desk while finger-fucking her deep until I hit her sweet spot and her juices came gushing out with force.
I came from the thrill of watching her dissolve like that under my tongue and touch.
I didn’t even need to touch my cock. It was that powerful.
Damn.
Between furtive glances, we polish off our hot chocolate and eat half a plate of warm cookies.
Michaela leans back against the seat and rubs her stomach. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to eat a bite at your father’s place later.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage. Trust me, it’ll be worth the effort. Tonight’s dinner is catered by one of Aspen’s top chefs. Dad booked him five months ago.”
She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, well if you twist my arm, then I guess I’ll have to.”
“You’re taking one for the team?”
“Something like that,” she says. “Speaking of taking one for the team… what should we do until dinner?” The suggestive tone in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the way she stares at me with hungry eyes.
God, I want to pull her on my lap and devour her, but not yet.
I stand up. “I have something for you.” I throw that over my shoulder as I rush up the stairs. “Give me a minute.”
“You can’t give me my Christmas gifts two days before Christmas.” She shouts that from downstairs.
When I arrive in the bedroom, I change into jeans and a t-shirt. I grab what I need and race back to the living room. “It’s not your Christmas gift.”
A pair of confused green eyes drops to the large envelope I’m holding. “What’s that?”
I head to the iPhone dock, open the music app, do a quick search until I find the song I downloaded specifically for this occasion. I press play.
I turn around to face her.
She frowns and then her beautiful face contorts in a grimace. “I know you’re older, but you’re not that old.”
“You know how old I am.”
“So, what’s up with the dated music?”
“It’s circa nineteen-seventy-two.” I approach her doing this little dance reminiscent of the era.
“ Dated ,” she says. “Who’s singing?”
“Al Green.”
“Who?”
“Al Green. He was a R&B and soul hit singer from the early seventies?—”
“There’s nothing else on your playlist that’s more contemporary? Heck, the top hits from the last two decades will do. I can roll with that. No need to go that far back in time.” She does a classic disco move.
I grip my chest, feigning outrage. “That hurts, smart ass.”
“Please tell me this song wasn’t part of your repertoire during your boy band days. If so, I’ll have no other choice but to tease you mercilessly until the end of time.”
I roll my eyes. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Then, why are we listening to it?”
“Are you even listening to the lyrics?”
Her eyes shoot up to the ceiling. “ ‘Let’s Stay Together’ ” She sings the words to the title of the song out loud, but it doesn’t seem to register. “Wait.” She frowns. “ ‘Let’s Stay Together’” This time recognition shines bright in her eyes. A huge smile stretches her lips.
By George, I think she’s got it.
I take a seat next to her and hand her the envelope.
“What’s that?”
“Open it and you’ll find out.”
She does.
She scans the contract.
Surprised eyes snap up to mine.
“Phoenix…” My name comes out in a whisper. “Oh my God.” With her mouth gaping, her gaze bounces from mine to the papers she’s holding. “Is this for real?”
“It is.” I nod.
“I don’t understand. When we discussed this arrangement, I thought it was two hundred million dollars in exchange for me becoming your wife for a whole year, at which point the Villiers Grand would become ours again. It’s only been six months. Are you renegotiating the terms?”
“You could say that. I don’t want anything between us.”
She furrows her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
I point to the ceiling. “The song selection isn’t by accident, kitten. That’s hours searching for the right one that says everything I feel here.” I tap my heart.
“Oh.”
“If you notice on the last page, there are blank spaces in front of and after your first name.”
She flips the pages. “Why is that?”
I run my hands through her hair and grip her by the back of the neck. “I want you well past the one-year mark, Michaela.”
“Oh.”
“I want you to want me—just for me, as much I want you—just for you. I don’t want to hold anything over your head, and I don’t want you to think I have any leverage over you.
That’s why I’m handing over control of the hotel back to you.
The Villiers Grand is debt free and the new management we have in place will remain, regardless of your decision… ”
“My decision?”
“Yes.” I run my thumb over her lips. “You can let me know if you want to continue our journey together by telling me which name goes on the contract. Miss Michaela Knight Villiers or Mrs. Michaela Konig Knight Villiers?”
A heartbeat of silence pounds between us.
She shakes her head, and smiles. “Had you not prefaced your declaration with that little musical flash from the past, I might have been inclined to think you were serving me with divorce papers,” she says. “After all, you got what you wanted. You’re CEO?—”
“That’s not all I want, Michaela. I want you, too. I want you in my life forever.”
She responds with a huge smile. “To answer your question, Mrs. Michaela Konig Knight Villiers goes on the contract.” There’s not a shred of hesitation in her answer.
“We’re staying together, kitten?”
She tosses the contract over her shoulder before grabbing a fistful of my t-shirt and pulling me to her. “Damn right we are, Konig.”
“My wife.” I smile wide. “Fuck, I love you, kitten.”
“I love you so much.”
She wraps her arms around my neck as my tongue sweeps into her mouth, and I kiss the living daylights out of her.
The fire crackles and sparkles in the background as I pull her onto my lap, our passion burning hotter than ever.
I groan taking her breast in my hand, groping it with avarice.
Needing more, I lift my pelvis, grinding my hard cock between her legs.
She moans into the kiss.
She pulls away from me when the next song starts to play. “Back Door Santa.” Shock is evident on her face.
Well, that was a stroke of genius.
“Is that a message, Mr. Konig?”
I don’t remember downloading the song, but I’ll run with it.
“Not long ago you were inquiring about what we were going to do until dinner.” I allow for a pregnant pause. “Now, you have your answer, wife.”
“Please be gentle,” she says.
“I’m not going to make promises I’m certain I’ll break.”
Lust flashes bright in her eyes.
“Filthy girl.”
She grins.
“Let’s go upstairs to the bedroom, Mrs. Konig. There’s a bottle of lube with my wife’s name on it.” I stand up with her in my arms.
Her legs straddle around my waist.
She doesn’t balk.
She doesn’t protest.
She doesn’t even whimper.
She snakes her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
“I can’t wait.” She murmurs those sweet words low in my ear.
My perfect, dirty wife.