Epilogue
BYRON GRAHAM
A slow smile spread across my lips as I leaned against the open doorway leading to the balcony of our penthouse hotel room, where champagne and strawberries were waiting for us upon our arrival. Several blocks away, the Eiffel Tower glowed golden in the night sky. A hushed murmur of traffic rushed down the streets while a soft coo and flutter of feathers came from the birds who were finding their roosts on the roof of the building. This magical city was settling in for the night, but I wasn’t ready to close my eyes on this dream.
I’d traveled with Sebastian a few times in the past, but it had always been for work, and I’d never taken the time to actually explore the cities we were in. I’d stayed in the hotel and prepared the reports and documents that Sebastian would need for a conference or other meetings. Food had been room service or takeaway from cheap restaurants that were close to the hotel.
But this…it felt like a real vacation in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. There was only one thing that could make this moment better.
As if he’d read my mind, Sebastian silently walked up behind me and slid his arm around my waist, pulling me slightly back so that I was now resting on his chest. A gentle kiss was pressed to my head, and then my ear, and then my jaw.
“Happy?” he murmured as he nuzzled my neck.
“Blissfully happy.”
“You will be even more amused to know that my mother has texted me yet again.”
“Oh?”
Sebastian had thoughtfully postponed his Paris trip for two days. With some temporary financial assistance, he’d helped me get my mother into a rehabilitation facility to help with her alcoholism and lined up an amazing doctor to look at her back. She wasn’t talking to me, but I was fine with that. My conscience was clear.
I’d gotten Ronnie moved to the new long-term care facility shortly after the Courtland lawyer handed the trust information over to me, but Sebastian and I were able to sneak in a visit before we left the States.
The only one who didn’t appear pleased with our sudden departure was Sebastian’s mother. I’d emailed her that I was going out of town with her son, but I was taking all the information she’d given me to review while I was in Paris.
“Was she reminding you to give me time to get some reading done while we’re here?”
“No, this time she warned me not to fuck this up, because she’s afraid that if I screw up our relationship, you won’t accept her job offer.”
I giggled as I rested my head on his shoulder. “I need to text her and tell her I won’t take my frustration with you out on her.”
“Frustration, huh?” One of the hands on my waist wandered upward, sliding across my chest. His nimble fingers had no problem locating my nipple through the material of my shirt and plucking at it. “Exactly what are you frustrated with?”
The low-banked fire that seemed to burn endlessly within my stomach whenever Sebastian was around roared to life with the smallest touch. A soft whimper left my throat, and I pressed into him, instantly craving more. My skin grew tight while blood rushed to my cock, causing it to strain against the front of my jeans.
“Sebastian,” I whispered.
“If you’re such a fan of this view, why don’t I just take you right here on the balcony?” The hand on my hip pulled me back as Sebastian pushed his groin into my ass, teasing me with the outline of his hard cock. My mind was happy to conjure up a picture of me standing with my pants gathered at my ankles while I held on to the railing, Sebastian’s dick buried deep in my ass as I gazed out over the city, my passionate cries of pleasure echoing off the buildings with each thrust.
“God. Sebastian,” I panted. “Dirty exhibitionist. No.”
“Are you sure?” he teased, steadily rubbing his dick along my crease.
Was it tempting? Yes, so fucking tempting. It was also reckless and insane.
We’d already paid the price for a kiss in public. One of us had to have a little sense.
“No. Absolutely not. You can fuck me in the bed.”
Sebastian snorted and the hand on my hip dropped to fondle my dick through my pants, erasing all the common sense I’d claimed to have in the blink of an eye. He could have frog-marched me outside, dropped my pants, and inserted his dick inside of me and all I would have done was beg for him to fuck me harder. I was weak for him, and there was no saving me.
“I’ve got an idea. You stay right there.”
He released me completely, and I had to catch myself on the doorjamb to keep from falling. A chill swept across my skin where he’d been a second ago, and I shivered as I looked over my shoulder to see him walking across the room to grab a fancy wooden chair with elegantly carved arms and legs. A rose damask with delicate flowers covered the cushions. He couldn’t possibly be thinking…
As he neared the doorway, he peered out, seeming to align the chair with the view of the Eiffel Tower while still being deep within the room.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving my baby exactly what he wants.”
My eyebrows shot up at that announcement. “And what, pray tell, is that?”
“Sex and the Eiffel Tower.”
“What?” I squawked in a very unromantic, unsexy way. But the horrific noise didn’t appear to deter Sebastian. My boyfriend strolled across the room, shucking clothes as he moved to his bedside table. He paused in his strip show to snag the bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer.
By the time he reached the chair, he was completely naked and looking like a very naughty god with his impressive abs, thick thigh muscles, and devilish smirk. He lounged low in the chair with his legs spread wide, giving me an excellent view of everything. My brain was turning to useless mush. As it was, I felt like I could stuff a hand down my pants and happily jerk off to the vision in front of me. Then he waggled the bottle of lube at me in one hand while he stroked his hard cock with the other.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, baby,” he purred.
I reached for my shirt to rip it over my head, but stopped to look at the open doorway that led to the balcony and the very heart of Paris.
“We’re far enough into the room that no one should be able to see us from this angle,” Sebastian reassured me. Not to mention, we’d not bothered to turn on many lights after returning from dinner. The room was dimly lit. Anyone gazing our way probably couldn’t see people moving in the room. To hell with it.
I ripped my shirt off while I toed out of my shoes. In a few seconds, my clothes were lying about the room and I was naked as I strode to my sexy lover. As I leaned down, I gripped the arms of the chair and stole a deep kiss that left him moaning into my mouth. He tasted of wine and a hint of chocolate from the dessert we’d shared after our luxurious dinner.
“Good start, but you’re facing the wrong direction,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine.
I pulled away and frowned at him. “Huh?”
He chucked and made a little spinning motion with one hand. “Turn around so you can see the Tower.”
I released the arms of the chair and turned. The moment I did, Sebastian grabbed my hips and positioned me exactly where he wanted me.
“Now stretch your arms back. Can you reach the arms of the chair if you bend forward?”
Following his instructions, I bent, pushing my ass toward him until my fingers could grip the chair arms. When I lifted my head, I could see the Eiffel Tower, perfectly, alight against the velvety black sky.
“Perfect.” Sebastian’s low voice caressed my ears and set me on fire. “Now don’t let go of the chair. I promise to take good care of you.” My brain was still trying to comprehend that promise as a hot hand rubbed one ass cheek, sending sparks shooting through my body straight to my cock.
I’d never had sex with someone quite like this. Sure, I’d been taken from behind plenty of times, but because of the way I was bent and required to hold the arms of the chair, I couldn’t twist to see Sebastian. Each time I raised my eyes, there was only the doorway lit by the Eiffel Tower and the alluring feel of his hand massaging and spreading my cheeks.
The snap of the plastic cap on the lube bottle made me flinch, but my heart jumped in eager anticipation of what was to come. One slick, wet digit pushed into me, and I moaned with relief.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Sebastian groaned. “It’s like I’m being sucked inside of you.”
“More,” I groaned. One finger wasn’t nearly enough. I’d taken his thick cock first thing this morning and had still walked the Champs-élysées.
He added a second, and I thought my eyes were going to roll into my head. The burning stretch of muscles made my legs tremble while my cock throbbed in time with my racing heart. I wanted to wrap a hand around my dick and stroke myself to the same rhythm that Sebastian had started thrusting his fingers in and out of my ass with.
But I couldn’t. My fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. Wood creaked in the nearly silent room. I didn’t know if it was from me or Sebastian.
“Look at that, baby,” Sebastian grunted. “Your cock is leaking.”
I dropped my blurry gaze from the window to my dick. Pre-cum was spilling from the head and dripping steadily onto the carpet.
“So sexy,” he continued. “I can’t wait until we get home. As soon as our latest tests come back negative, we’re doing this position again. I want to fill your ass with my cum and watch it leak out, running down your thighs to the carpet. Do you want that too?”
My tongue couldn’t form words any longer. His delicious torment had reduced my brain to goo, and it was probably dripping out the edge of my dick along with my cum. I wanted everything he could do to me and more. Every touch, every whispered word, every kiss wore away my resistance. I had no defense against him.
“Bastian,” I whined. My knuckles cracked as my fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. It was becoming harder to hang on. My dick throbbed, and I needed to stroke myself for a tiny bit of relief before I screamed.
“What do you need, my baby?”
“Put the condom on and fuck me now!”
“Are you sure?”
“Bastian!” I roared. I gasped to tell him to forget the condom when I heard the heavenly crinkle of the wrapper. My entire body trembled as I danced on the edge of coming. I don’t know how long it took him—somewhere between a second and eternity—but he was pulling me back at last. His fingers had left me and that thick head was now nudging my entrance, stretching resistant muscles.
The moment he was inside of me, I gave in to temptation and sat down, taking all of him in one fast, hard thrust that sent a rush of air out of both our lungs. Oh fuck, so full. I was finally so full that I couldn’t breathe.
“Little devil,” Sebastian growled. He wrapped one arm around my waist and repositioned us so that he could withdraw and thrust upward while I rested on his chest. Sebastian hooked his other arm under my right leg, pulling it up to my chest. A yelp of surprised pleasure burst from me as the next thrust was even deeper.
There was no more conscious thought after that. It was just riding wave after wave of intense ecstasy as he moved in and out of my body like a fucking jackhammer. There was no more finesse or sweet teasing. This was a pounding to knock my teeth out of my head as we raced to the finish line.
Unable to stand it another second, I finally released the chair arm with one hand and closed my aching fingers around my cock. I stroked myself, chasing that tantalizing high until I was screaming my release. My ears were still ringing when Sebastian shouted. The arm across my middle tightened, and I thought he was going to crack a rib.
As I panted, sprawled across my lover with his cock still lodged in my ass, I blinked and the glittering Eiffel Tower came into focus in the distance. I was sweaty, breathless, and sated within an inch of my life in the most romantic city in the world, with a priceless view of one of the iconic structures. It was the perfect moment.
Of course, Sebastian found a way to make it even more perfect.
Soft lips kissed the side of my head down to my ear, where he whispered, “I love you.”
I felt those words in my soul where they were inscribed with Sebastian’s every tender act.
“I love you, too. Thank you for the perfect ending to the perfect day.”
Sebastian hummed and nuzzled the side of my head. “It’s not over until I have you cleaned up and tucked into bed next to me.”
That sounded like heaven, except it required me to move, and right now, I wasn’t sure I could stand on my shaky legs. But my boyfriend was right there to help me up. We stumbled into the bathroom for a quick, hot shower to wash the day and night off us before slipping between the cool sheets.
Sebastian paused long enough to close the balcony door and draw the curtains so the rising sun wouldn’t wake us. As he stretched out beside me, I rolled to rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart under my ear.
“I have an idea…” Sebastian began as sleep was wandering off with my thoughts. Sebastian’s crazy ideas had a way of startling me awake.
“No,” I said instantly.
“What? I haven’t even told you what my idea is yet.”
“You’re thinking of blowing off your meetings tomorrow to spend the day sightseeing with me or fucking me into another coma,” I replied, pinching his side.
“Ha! I wasn’t thinking that, but now I am.”
I chuckled and kissed the center of his chest. “No. Go to your meetings. I’m sure you’ll be done by one or two. That will give me time to finish my reading, and we can meet up for a late lunch.”
Sebastian captured the hand that had pinched his side and pulled it up to kiss. “Fine. But your idea sounds better.”
“What was your idea?” I asked, trying to get him on track before I dozed off. The bed was like sleeping on a cloud. The air conditioning made the room delightfully cool, allowing me to press against Sebastian without becoming overheated.
“Move in with me.”
“What?” I gasped. I sat up so that I could face him, but it was so dark in our room that I couldn’t see him at all.
Sebastian shifted, pushing me onto my back on the mattress while he hovered over me. “Move in with me. If I won’t see your beautiful face every day at the office, I need to at least wake up to it every morning. I need you to be the last person I see when I fall asleep at night.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Also, dead serious.”
“Sebastian, don’t you think it’s too fast? We’ve been dating all of two months.”
“You’re lucky I haven’t proposed to you yet.”
I started to laugh, but choked on it. He wasn’t joking.
“Baby, I need you closer.”
“But…”
“Living with me will reduce your commute to and from Stanton by at least twenty minutes.”
“Will I be able to set up my own home office?”
“Yes,” he hissed before peppering my cheeks with kisses. “You can have my office if you want.”
“And you’ll let me borrow a tie every once in a while.” He really had a fantastic tie collection.
“My wardrobe is your wardrobe. Borrow whatever you want.”
“Okay. Fine. I’ll move in.” His golden retriever bouncing instantly ruined my attempts to sound grudging and reluctant. In truth, he’d sold me on the idea of living together from the moment he’d mentioned being the first and last people we’d see each day.
I wanted that. My life needed to start each day with the golden ray of sunlight who was holding me. Sebastian Courtland was my everything, my personal god of happiness, and I couldn’t wait to spend my life with him.