Epilogue
epilogue
. . .
Avery
One Year Later
The conference room is massive—floor-to-ceiling windows, sleek leather chairs, and a table so polished it practically sparkles. It’s the kind of setting where big decisions happen, and today? I’m the one making the pitch.
I stand at the head of the table, a remote in one hand, my slides projected on the massive screen behind me. My voice is steady, confident, as I outline my strategy for the team’s global marketing operations.
“…and with this approach,” I conclude, clicking to the final slide, “we’re not just tapping into an untapped market. We’re creating a loyal, worldwide fanbase that will grow with the team for decades to come.”
The room falls silent for a beat, and then the team owner, a man with silver hair and an intimidating presence, leans back in his chair, nodding slowly. His gaze shifts from me to Griffin, who’s sitting at the far end of the table, his arms crossed and his expression smug as hell.
“Well, Knox,” the owner says, his tone equal parts impressed and teasing. “How the hell did you manage this one? She’s way out of your league. She’s a damn genius.”
Griffin grins, leaning forward slightly. “I know, sir. She’s got the brains of this partnership. That’s for sure.”
The owner chuckles. “And what do you bring to the table?”
Griffin shrugs, his grin widening. “You know, I ask myself that pretty much every day.”
I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Stop. He actually speaks really good Spanish. He’s fluent.”
Griffin smirks, leaning back in his chair. “That’s what got you, huh? My linguistic skills.”
“No,” I deadpan, crossing my arms. “It was your contract. I saw dollar signs and thought, ‘Why not?’”
The room erupts in laughter, and Griffin laughs the loudest. “Wow, Sinclair. Using me for my money. Should’ve known.”
The owner shakes his head, clearly entertained. “Is that why you married him?”
“No,” I reply, shooting Griffin a playful look. “I married him because he’s persistent. And because tequila makes me a little reckless.”
Griffin’s eyes glint with amusement. “Tequila’s still undefeated.”
I narrow my eyes at him, trying to keep a straight face. “And because he wouldn’t stop calling me his girl, so I figured I might as well make it official.”
The owner laughs again, standing and extending his hand to me. “Well, Mrs. Knox, welcome to the team. You’ve just secured us a global fanbase and proved your husband’s smarter than he looks.”
Griffin stands, sliding an arm around my waist. “She’s the brains, I’m the brawn. We’ve got a system.”
When he points at the lawyer next to me, and they show me the starting salary on a piece of paper, my eyes almost pop out of my head.
Griffin leans down, his breath warm against my ear. “Told you they’d be stupid not to take you.”
My throat tightens, and for a second, I can’t speak. Because this? This is everything I’ve worked for. All the doubts, the risks, the late nights—every step led to this moment.
I glance over at Griffin, his smirk softening into something warmer, something real. And I know he’s proud of me. Not just for this, but for everything I’ve become.
“Well,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Looks like I’m buying dinner tonight.”
He laughs, pulling me closer. “Damn right, Mrs. Knox. Let’s celebrate.”
They bring me to my new office, and it is absolutely stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathe the room in sunlight, the Dallas skyline stretching out like a postcard. A sleek, modern desk sits in the center, the leather chair behind it looking impossibly expensive.
I stand frozen, staring at the sheer extravagance of it all. “This is… mine? Wow. This is mine.”
Griffin reclines in the chair, his suit fitting him like a glove, his tie slightly loosened from earlier. His hands are behind his head, that infuriatingly smug grin on his face.
“What?” he asks, his voice low, teasing.
I arch a brow, crossing my arms. “You look really sexy in a suit.” My gaze dips briefly. “Kinda look like a boss.”
He chuckles, sitting forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Is that so?”
Before I can answer, he’s on his feet, crossing the room with deliberate steps. He stops in front of me, his hand finding my ring, his thumb brushing over the diamond. His lips twitch into a smirk. “You know what’s sexy? My wife. Taking over the world.”
“Stop,” I say, blushing, but my pulse quickens as his other hand cups my waist, pulling me closer.
“Why?” His voice drops, rough and full of promise. “Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
Before I can reply, his lips crash against mine, hard and demanding. His hands slide down to my hips, gripping me firmly as he walks me backward. My thighs hit the edge of the desk, and he lifts me effortlessly, his mouth never leaving mine.
“Griffin,” I breathe as his hands slide up my thighs, hiking my skirt higher. “We can’t. This is my office. People could?—”
“Let them see,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. “Let them see how much I love you.”
He spins me around, pressing me against the desk, his body warm and solid against my back. His hands slide over my hips, pulling my skirt higher as he leans in, his breath hot against my ear.
Griffin’s hands are everywhere—my hips, my waist, sliding under the hem of my blouse. His touch ignites every nerve in my body, and when his teeth scrape against my neck, I gasp, my knees weakening.
“You’re the boss now,” he murmurs, low and possessive, his lips brushing my ear as his hands trail down to the curve of my thighs. “But here? You’re mine.”
My pulse pounds in my ears as he spins me to face the glass window, the sprawling Dallas skyline glittering below. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, and with one smooth motion, they’re gone, leaving me breathless.
I grip the edge of the desk as he presses against me, his heat, his strength, his intensity overwhelming.
His hands slide up my thighs, spreading them slightly. His voice softens, but the heat doesn’t waver. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? I’ve thought about this—about you—every second since the day we met.”
My heart races as he presses his body to mine, his hand sliding between us to stroke me, his movements slow and deliberate. My hips buck against him instinctively, desperate for more.
“You’re already soaked,” he murmurs, his voice filled with raw admiration. “Good girl.”
The words send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I bite my lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape.
“Don’t hold back,” he says, his lips brushing my shoulder as his free hand grips my hip, positioning me. “I want everyone in this city to know who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I mewl.
The head of him presses against me, and my breath hitches as he slides inside, stretching me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming—too much and just enough all at once.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to move, each thrust deliberate, measured, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. “You feel like heaven, baby.”
My fingers clutch the edge of the desk as he picks up the pace, his thrusts growing harder, deeper, more insistent. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with our ragged breaths.
“Look out there,” he rasps, his hand sliding up to grip my throat gently, tilting my head to the glass. “This is our city. And right here, right now? You’re mine.”
The combination of his voice, his touch, and the breathtaking view pushes me closer to the edge, my body tightening around him as he moves inside me, every stroke deliberate and devastating, filling me in a way that leaves no doubt—he was made for me.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my voice breaking as the pressure builds, climbing higher and higher.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans, one hand gripping my hips as the other slides down, cupping my ass. He kneads it possessively before landing a sharp, stinging slap that sends a jolt of pleasure racing through me. “This perfect ass? It’s mine, too. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
My moan turns into a cry, muffled only by his hand clamping over my mouth. He chuckles darkly, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this—bare, shaking, and completely at my mercy.”
He leans back slightly, his thick length dragging slowly against every sensitive nerve, making my knees nearly give out. Another firm slap lands on my ass, the sting only heightening the pleasure as his hand soothes over the heated skin, massaging it tenderly. “God, I could worship this body for the rest of my life. You’re a fucking masterpiece, Sinclair.”
“Don’t you mean…Mrs. Knox?”
Griffin growls in response, and I tremble under his touch, my body responding to every word, every movement, as his pace intensifies. His grip tightens, his breath hot against my neck as he drives me higher, closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Let go for me,” he commands, his voice low and raw. “Scream my name. Show me who owns you.”
And when the release comes, it’s all-consuming, ripping through me in waves that leave me trembling. He follows me over the edge, his body shuddering as he thrusts deep one last time, his growl vibrating through my chest, his size overwhelming me in the most exquisite way.
We stay there for a moment, tangled together, our bodies pressed against the glass, the city glittering below us. His lips press a tender kiss to the back of my neck, and his voice, rough but filled with reverence, breaks the silence.
“You’re my queen, Avery Knox. And I’ll worship you every day for the rest of my life.”
I turn to face him, my heart swelling as I meet his gaze. “You know,” I say, a smile tugging at my lips. “This is a pretty amazing office. I might even let you use it sometime.”
He laughs, pulling me into his arms. “As long as you keep making me this proud, baby, you can have anything you want.”
“Everything else is a bonus, Griffin. All I ever really wanted was you.”
He grins down at me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Well, Mrs. Knox, it’s a good thing you’ve got me. I’m a package deal—sexy suits, big dreams, and all.”
I laugh, leaning into him. “Don’t forget the world’s most supportive hype man, Mr. Knox. And extremely humble.”
“Extremely humble.”
I bust out laughing.
His expression turns teasing, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Remember when you almost stayed with Gavin?”
I throw my head back, laughing so hard it echoes through the office. “Don’t remind me! I never would have gone to Spain.”
“Instead, you’re drinking the good stuff, running the world, and married to a man who knows how to keep you happy,” he says, his voice dropping to that low, familiar growl.
I lift an eyebrow, my lips curving into a mischievous smile. “You’re really selling yourself, aren’t you?”
“Damn right,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “And just wait—this is only the beginning.”
THE END
Thank you for reading!! Stay tuned for a special bonus epilogue between Avery and Griffin...