Epilogue
MACK
* Two Years Later *
Ispend a lot more time in the office these days.
Not just because Layne and I get everything done so much more quickly when we’re at the same desk, hashing out schedules and assignments.
But also, the lunchtime perks can't be beat.
The first two months Layne and I were together, I was a bit leery of having her in the office in case one of the men I employ happened to come in. Then I remembered she'd been there for a month alone and was quite able to take care of herself.
I stretch my shoulders, then attack the last few emails that need attention while keeping an eye on the clock.
I put an engagement ring on Layne's sweet finger exactly six months after our first weekend together. She assumed I’d wait until our lucky seven-month anniversary, but I saved that date for our wedding.
Now, since everything is running like a well-oiled machine, I've been encouraging my beautiful wife to work shorter hours and take most Fridays off. It's good practice for when she gets pregnant…which, hopefully, will be any day now.
By the time Layne walks in the door, my mouth is watering just thinking about which way I'll take her today.
She closes and locks the door behind her, and I almost forget how to breathe as I stare at my luscious wife. Today she's wearing a knee-length, short-sleeved dress that shows off her sculpted calves and incredible tits to perfection.
I love that my girl has two distinct looks. Stylishly quiet bombshell in the office and in public. At home, she prefers yoga pants, loose sweaters, and putting her hair in a messy topknot, but she’s still incredibly hot.
Layne walks toward me, swinging her hips seductively as she approaches my desk. "Why, Mr. Wentworth, have you been waiting for me?"
I cross the office in three strides, making her gasp when I lift her so she can wrap her legs around my hips. My kiss is savage, hungry.
"Wow," she moans. "Someone’s excited. You really have been waiting for me."
“I was just thinking about getting you pregnant," I groan, unbuttoning the front of her dress. I've learned the hard way that she doesn’t like it when I just tear it off her.
Her lovely blue eyes sparkle.
"What?"
"Nothing,” she giggles. “I'll tell you later."
I set her back down to unbutton the entire front of her dress. When I spread it open, I'm given a perfect view of her peachy pink lingerie.
Layne shrieks as I lift her again, setting her on the edge of the desk.
I drop to my knees, pull the scrap of lace out of the way, and fling her leg over my shoulder. "Come fast, baby. I'm about to fuck you hard."
Her delicate pussy is already flushed and growing wet, even before I bury my face between her thighs. She moans, gripping the edge of the desk. She gasps as I work three fingers inside, opening her up as my tongue flutters against her button.
One of those communications books I bought after our first weekend together talked about body language.
How to study it, read it, and learn from it.
I've made a point of learning how to read Layne at the most important times – like right now, as her hips begin to shift restlessly, fingers tightening in the back of my hair.
My cock strains in my pants as a shiver runs through me.
It's a matter of seconds before a subtle tension runs through my wife – thighs tightening around me, lower belly quivering, breasts bouncing with every sharp, ragged inhale.
Her cheeks and throat flush as she comes with a shaky cry, moaning my name, along with “please” and “yes” and “ohhhhh! "
I stand, unbuttoning my shirt and dropping my pants as Layne catches her breath. A few weeks after we got together I had this desk raised three inches. Now it's the perfect height for lunchtime.
Her pussy is soaking as I pull her panties to the side again, rubbing the thick mushroom head of my cock against her slit. She grips my shoulder. "Don't tease me."
"What were you going to tell me?"
Her head falls back with a light laugh. It would have been the perfect time to thrust inside. Instead, I stay barely half an inch in. "Tell me now. We promised not to keep secrets."
"I said I’d tell you later."
"It is later." My eyebrow quirks up as I pull her to the edge of the desk, still barely nudging inside. "How am I going to know how hard to fuck you if I don't know what you're thinking?"
Layne smiles coyly, fluttering her long lashes. "Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes."
"I'm pregnant."
My breath catches in my throat. My heart stops. My entire body freezes for several seconds. Then I gently ease inside her snug walls, holding her firmly as I kiss her with my entire body.
Layne moans, squirming against me. "Whoa… Did you just get bigger?"
"Probably. I've never been this aroused in my fucking life, baby. Now will you be my good girl and let me fuck you hard?"
"Mmm-hmm,” she murmurs, burying her face in my chest as I grip her ass, pulling our bodies together.
This is the moment I've been waiting for so long.
To start a family. To take the next step in our relationship.
To see this beautiful woman grow with our child.
Maybe it's because I know I'll need to be gentler as the months go by, but I’m insatiable as I ram into her hard and quick, the taste of her arousal still on my breath as I kiss her savagely.
My heart is going up in flames as I thrust deeper, deeper, her silky walls clenching around my length.
"Yes," she moans, grabbing my shoulders as she holds on for dear life.
"You're so wet for me," I groan.
"Good thing. Wow, you've never been this hard. This thick."
"Get used to it, baby. You thought I was ravenous for you before."
My head dips to pull one of her delicious tits into my mouth, my tongue twisting around her nipple as her head falls back with a ragged cry.
We're both panting as I feel her begin to tense again. "Are you going to come for me?" I growl, licking my thumb and placing it on her clit. "Gonna come all over the big cock that got you pregnant with our child?"
"Mmm-hmm. Yeah."
"My sweet baby is having my baby."
My hips surge as I pound deep, my ears drinking in every little mewl and cry. "Feel that, gorgeous? You get me that hard every single day. You drive me wild. You’re magic."
She's past the point of being able to anything but nod as I devour her mouth again, the desk shaking beneath us. The pressure in my lower abdomen and my balls takes over.
"Mack," she whines. “Yesss…” Her entire body tenses, twitching through a rolling, surging climax. Her glossy hair spills across her shoulders as her head falls forward, then jerks back, as I try to hold her in place.
I moan with her, our tongues dancing together as we kiss roughly, sloppily, my climax chasing hers. In seconds I'm cradling her body while thrusting hard, the pressure releasing as my seed fires deep into her still-twitching pussy. We shake and groan, lost in the moment.
"I love you so much," I murmur, holding her to me.
She looks up at me, her eyes glazed. "I love you, too." She grins. "Daddy-to-be."
Layne is my everything. The back of my mind is already spinning on what to get her for a pregnancy present. How we're going to decorate the nursery.
But right now, clear communication is everything.
I kiss lightly along her forehead, then her lips. "I'm so happy I could explode, baby."
"I think you just did," she laughs.
Every part of my life changed when this beautiful woman sent an awkward voice to text.
Everything changed again when I met her in person and breathed in her sweet scent.
Now my entire life will change a third time, with this amazing woman by my side.
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Lea
The rain was hitting me from all angles. My carefully styled hair was ruined. I was afraid to even check when the next bus was due, for fear of ruining my phone as yet another sheet of icy rain fired down.
A large fancy town car drove by the bus stop, then hit the brakes. “Get in before you catch pneumonia.”
I wasn’t the sort of girl to jump into cars with strange men, but at this point, I couldn’t stand one more second of cold water running down my face.
I dove into the backseat, wiped the water from my eyes and focused on— an incredibly handsome man. He was immaculately polished in a dark suit, perfectly styled hair, and an easy smile that highlighted gorgeous bone structure.
“You poor thing,” he said, those deep brown eyes emanating true concern. He turned to the driver. “Stewart, blast the heat.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where can we take you?” he asked.
Looking down at my dripping skirt and shriveled fingers, I tried to hold back tears. “I have a job interview in half an hour, but…I might as well just go home. My apartment is on Salmon Avenue, thank you.”
“What if we could get you fixed up and interview-ready in twenty minutes?” he asked. “Stewart, get us to the station as fast as you can.”
“Certainly, sir.”
“What’s your name and where is the interview?”
“Lea. And it’s at Brody’s Books.”
“Good. I’m Trent. We’ll get you there.”
His fingers flew over his phone as he sent some texts. The car lurched as Stewart pulled into a gigantic parking lot behind some strange warehouse buildings. The door of the building opened, and two blonde ladies waved me out of the car.
In a flash I was dragged down the hall to a small room where one woman practically ripped off my dress, replacing it with a nearly identical one that was lighter blue, and more importantly, bone dry.
Before I could even thank her, the other woman had a towel wrapped around my head and was leading me to a hair and make-up station where she fixed me up. Looking around, I saw that the coffee mugs on the table were all for WDXV Television.
In minutes I slid back into the town car. Trent blinked when he saw me, then a slow smile spread across those perfect lips. It wasn’t just the heater that was causing my skin to feel tingly and overly warm. The way Trent looked at me made my heartbeat feel erratic.
“Much better.” As I turned to close the door, he said, “Allow me.”
That huge, linebacker frame moved quickly as he reached across me and shut the door tight. His face was only an inch from mine as he smiled. “You look absolutely perfect, Lea. I’m sure you’ll get the job.”
The interview itself had completely slipped my mind. The car sped away, sending me almost flying into Trent’s lap as Stewart took a sharp corner out of the parking lot.
A thick arm wrapped around me. “Are you ready to ace your interview?”
“I think so. Thank you so much for all of your help.”
I should have moved back to my side of the car. But I didn’t want to. It was extremely clear from the way Trent’s arm stayed snuggled around me that he didn’t want me to, either.
“You’re very welcome, Lea.” He smiled. “I still have you for one minute. Which would be more helpful – a quick review of how to exude confidence in an interview, or a kiss for luck?”
It was like falling under a spell. One second he was a total stranger, and the next this wildly handsome man was holding me as if he never wanted to let go. His penetrating gaze snapped the last of my self-control.
Leaning forward, my lips brushed his lightly, not quite believing that this was happening. His hands locked around me, gripping my back, my thigh, pulling me against him as the kiss deepened. My lips parted, his mouth possessing mine with a deep, seductive warmth.
Our breathing grew ragged and the kiss became a living entity as it pulled our air, our energy, taking over. It wasn’t just lust hammering through my veins for the very first time. Something about Trent made me feel tender. Precious. As if I already knew I was going to see him again.