Epilogue
Knock, knock.
I lift my head, the dull ache that had been brewing for the last hour making itself known as it pounds against my skull. Massaging my neck, I call out for whoever it is to come in.
The door creaks open to reveal a mess of red hair and green eyes. Suddenly, the stress of approving the yearly budget disappears as Gwen steps inside with a mischievous grin. The door softly snicks closed behind her as she leans against it.
Shaking an iced latte in the air, she starts walking toward my desk.
“Isn’t this a nice surprise?”
“Thought you could use a little afternoon pick-me-up. You sounded a little stressed when I called a little while ago, so I made your favorite to help you get through all the fun spreadsheets.”
Gwen leans down to give me a chaste kiss on the lips, but I don’t let her go easily as I bury my hand into her hair and deepen the kiss. My other hand slides over her hip, guiding her to straddle my lap.
She giggles against my lips. My favorite sound in the world is like a balm to my soul.
“I missed you,” I say to her questioning look.
“You saw me this morning.”
“I always miss you no matter how long it’s been.” I pat her hip as I glance at the clock on my desk. “As much as I love this impromptu visit, I thought you were headed to Ophelia’s for the afternoon.”
Her fingers play with the hair at the nape of my neck, sending a shiver down my back. I continue stroking her hip in my hand as she talks.
“Jackson said Rowan was having a rough day. He took her over there for a little while. I figured I’d wait a bit so they can have some time together. Piper was already covering for me at the cafe, so I decided to come visit my favorite guy.”
A couple months ago, Ophelia underwent surgery to remove as much of the tumor as possible.
They weren’t successful in removing one hundred percent of the cancer, so she began chemotherapy shortly after to help in shrinking.
The whole family, myself included, takes turns spending time with her as every day is different.
Sometimes she seems like nothing is wrong with her and we feel hopeful that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.
Other times her sickness wins out and the days get dark.
I knew how much it meant to Gwen to spend as much time with her grandmother, but she also knew how much it meant for Rowan to get time, too. She was always willing to give them as much one on one time as possible. Because we just never know how much we are going to get these days.
“Are you still going to make it for dinner with the family tonight?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby.”
She eyes the paper covered desk I was hunched over a few minutes ago, clearly trying to change the subject from the heaviness weighing on her as she thinks of her family. “Are you sure, this seems like a headache. I can feel one brewing just looking at all those numbers.”
“A headache?” I ask innocently while pulling her hips into mine. “I know how to take care of that.”
Her big green eyes go wide. “Logan Spencer. What’s going on down there?”
I shrug, grinning as her eyes flutter closed when I pull her in again. Her clit brushes through the fabric of her panties against my hardening dick in my pants. It’s almost always in this state when she’s around, but especially when she wears these cute little skirts that drive me mad.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sir,” she says breathlessly.
One more look at the clock tells me I’m not scheduled to be in a meeting for another hour. Plenty of time to do what I need to do right now.
My hand moves to her thigh. Slowly making it’s way up to meet the junction of her thighs. Her hips buck when I skim my finger over the fabric of her panties.
“Oh, I definitely plan on getting you to finish right now. Maybe twice.”
Her head falls back, leaving her neck on display. I lean forward, my lips trailing up the soft skin of her neck and smiling to myself when she releases a breathy moan. My finger beneath her skirt pushes her damp panties to the side, my touch ghosting over her center just enough to make her squirm.
“Logan,” she whimpers and my dick hardens to an almost painful level. “This isn’t appropriate.”
I hum against her throat, nipping at her with my teeth. “I don’t give a damn what you think is appropriate right now, baby. I need you to fall apart more than I need to breathe. Can you do that for me?”
I don’t give her a chance to respond as I push one finger into her wet center. The tightness sends my mind spiraling as I pump in and out a couple times before adding another finger. Curling my fingers inward, I relish in the way her body shakes while her inner walls tighten.
“Already there, aren’t you?” I chuckle.
She nods her head vigorously. “Don’t,” she pants. “Stop.”
“Couldn’t even if I wanted to. Now be a good girl and come for me.”
Even though I don’t think anyone could hear this far down the hall, I still cover her mouth with mine when she starts to cry out as her orgasm takes over. I continue touching her until her eyes open back up to look at me.
Lust clear in those green beauties I love so much. The flush over taking her skin makes her freckles even more prominent and, just like every time I look at her, I fall even more in love with this woman.
How that’s possible, I’m still not sure. But I don’t take a moment of it for granted.
Her hands drop to my belt buckle and she fumbles with getting it unhooked. I don’t rush her, though. Just watch enraptured as she finally unbuttons my pants and pulls me out. Lifting my hips, we quickly push my pants down and she’s lining me up before I’m even situated back in place.
The moment she sinks down onto me, my eyes roll into the back of my head. The warmth of her pussy shutting down every thought except how much I need her right now.
I push up into her as deep as possible, but I don’t have the leverage I need to pleasure her the way I want.
“Hold on,” I grunt. As soon as she wraps her arms around my neck, I stand and perch her on the edge of my desk.
When I feel her walls fluttering again and I know we are both about to reach that finish line. I place my thumb on her clit, making her eyes fly open and lock with mine. Circling my finger the way I know drives her crazy, I pound into her even harder.
Papers fly off my desk as her hair splays across the top. But I don’t care as I feel my girls legs shake around me.
I hold off only a few more seconds to allow her to reach her climax again before following quickly behind. Emptying myself within her, I’ll never get over the feeling of being so connected to Gwen.
We come down from our highs and the reality of the situation comes crashing over us as we try to catch our rapid breaths. Slowly—because I’m not ready to lose the connection just yet—I pull out with a quick kiss on her lips, and help her clean up as best we can in my office.
After we are both looking as close to normal as possible, we stare at each other in silence for a moment. Until we bubble up with laughter.
“That was not what I was planning on when I showed up here, by the way.”
“I know,” I pull her to me because I can never get enough of her. “But it was a great pick me up, if I do say so myself.”
She hums in agreement as she gives me one more kiss.
“Okay, I’m leaving now before anything else happens.” Gwen begins to walk toward the office door, though she turns back when she gets there. “I’ll see you later, handsome. I love you.”
My chest fills with her words. Ones that I have heard every day for months—ever since we first said them.
And not a single day goes by where they don’t take me by surprise.
How I managed to make the girl next door fall in love with me, I’ll never understand.
But I’ll spend the rest of my days grateful that everything changed.