Epilogue
Sam stared at the mounting stack of boxes before her and groaned. The pile seemed to grow each time she turned away.
“I couldn’t have had this much shit in my apartment,” she declared as Charlie walked through the front door, carting another box.
He placed it on top of the stack and grinned. “Last one at least.”
“Thank God,” she wheezed, bending forward to place her hands on her knees.
With her lease set to expire at the end of the week and Charlie’s not ending for another few months, it had made the most sense for her to move in with him officially.
At least until they could find a place of their own together.
After all, it wasn’t as if they hadn’t practically been living together already, even after she had been cleared to return to her own place.
The trial was currently underway, and with her book’s publication date drawing near, it had been a busy few months.
The trial was more of a formality at this point, as Paul had been on his third strike.
He pleaded guilty, which surprised Sam more than anything, but she figured it was more so he could get as lenient of a sentencing as possible instead of leaving his fate to a jury.
All the better. It meant she didn’t have to spend a single day in court over the whole thing, so Sam considered it a win.
It had been the most liberated she had felt in a very long time.
The feeling had quickly been followed by her publisher’s announcement.
They were beyond thrilled with her book and, after a lengthy discussion, had decided to publish her debut romance novel under her new pen name, Sammy Smith.
Not one of her most creative choices, but she was happy with it.
Her book was slated to release in February of the following year, and based on the feedback she’d gotten from her early advance readers, it was projected to be a hit.
She even had a few more books under contract with her pen name, so Sam finally felt like she could take a breath. As if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders for the first time in nearly a year.
Now she had all the time in the world.
“Let’s take a break,” Charlie said as he took Sam’s hand and led her into the bedroom. “I have something I’d like to try anyway.”
She raised an eyebrow at him, curious as to what he could possibly have up his sleeve.
He guided her down the hallway and into the bedroom.
She turned to raise an eyebrow at him before being pushed back onto the bed with a giggle.
With a soft thud, she settled onto the surface, her curiosity piqued as she watched Charlie grab something from the nearby dresser.
When he turned to her, he had a small stack of papers clutched in his hand.
Charlie cleared his throat as he began reading from the top page. “Sally let out a moan as Connor’s finger began to lazily trace her—”
Recognition flashed in her mind, and Sam launched herself off the bed. “Charlie! How the hell did you get that?!”
She jumped at him to snatch the papers, but he was quick and held them high in the air, well out of her reach. “I might have asked Angel to send it to me.”
Traitor.
“Why?!” she squealed, starting to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation as she continued jumping up and down to snatch it from him. “I told you that you would get to read the first copy I get before my publication day!”
Charlie shook his head decisively, a mischievous look in his eyes. “You’re telling me that I helped you with the romance in this book, and I don’t even get to have fun with it?”
“Nothing is sacred these days. Give that back!” she shouted and jumped up once more, but Charlie effortlessly grabbed her in midair and tossed her back onto the bed.
Before she could even attempt to get back up, his body quickly covered hers, pressing her onto the mattress with a playful but firm hold.
It didn’t take her long to feel the unmistakable length of him pressing urgently against her thigh, and she ceased movement, instead meeting Charlie’s devilish glare. A mixture of arousal and amusement kissed each of his features.
“I think it’s only fair, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice already sounding husky.
She blinked at him. “You want to… You want to act out a spicy scene?”
His lips seared hers, forcing any rational thought out of her mind as she felt his hands rove over her body. When he pulled back, she was already breathless. “That’s the idea. Now, be a good girl and follow along, huh?”
She nodded quickly, her ability to form words vacating the premises. As far as she was concerned, this was the most brilliant idea she’d ever heard.
In fact, why hadn’t she thought of it sooner?
It didn’t take long for the two to shed their clothing, Charlie practically tearing the material away from her body, as if it were a device designed to torture him. The pages splayed out on the bed next to them, almost forgotten, until Charlie pulled back.
His pupils had already blown out, but he grabbed the stack with one hand. His other hand went down to part her legs, leaving her open for him.
“As I was saying,” Charlie stated as his focus returned to the words on the page, “Sally let out a moan as Connor’s finger began lazily tracing her clit. His movements were methodic and calculated, like he already knew exactly what her body needed.”
The moan that had been about to escape her was abruptly stifled as she bit down on her lip, wanting to refuse him out of sheer stubbornness.
However, it proved to be a losing battle, as Charlie—like his counterpart in the book—seemed to know her body better than she did.
He chuckled darkly as he increased the pressure on her clit, practically ripping the moan away from her.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You keep making me lose my place, and we’ll be here all night.”
Her pussy throbbed at the notion. If Charlie kept calling her his good girl, she’d let him do whatever he wanted.
Before the vague threat could settle, Charlie removed his thumb. The sudden loss of friction caused her to whimper a protest. She tried to bring his hand back, but he chuckled darkly once more.
He seemed intensely amused at the mess he’d already made of her with just a few touches.
If she had half a mind, she would have remembered what she had written, to help her anticipate what would come next and prepare herself. Yet she knew that whenever Charlie’s touch was involved, her brain inevitably turned to mush.
Charlie tossed the top sheet away as he continued to a different section. “Connor took a pebbled nipple into his mouth, savoring the taste of her as he suckled the sensitive bud.”
He dutifully followed the character, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sweeping his tongue over it as his other hand massaged the neglected breast. Sam fisted the sheets around her, desperate to cling onto something as her toes curled from the sensation.
Her body burned with need, squirming beneath him.
He remained there for longer than she expected, rotating between breasts to make sure each had his full attention, teasing her nearly to delirium before finally pulling back. Her core pulsed almost painfully with how much she wanted him, needed him.
She wanted to tease him in the way he was teasing her, but the thought died in her mouth when Charlie fisted his cock in one hand, giving it a few generous pumps before wrapping it with the condom that she hadn’t even seen him grab.
It was a deeply sensual and intimate scene that had her mouth watering, watching the condom roll along the length of him slowly. Imagining it was her lips wrapped around him, she was momentarily jealous of the condom.
The man had planned this, no question.
It was far from the first time she’d seen Charlie’s cock by this point, but she still found herself wondering how the hell something like that ever fit inside of her. But boy, did she always enjoy finding out exactly how he fit—wondering how she had ever lived without this for as long as she did.
Charlie pressed his cock against her folds, wetting the tip and running it up and down the length of her.
“Look at how wet you are for me. Is this what you want, baby?” he asked, repeating the character’s words perfectly.
She nodded wildly, the fierceness of her arousal so intense that she could hardly see straight, let alone respond coherently.
“Connor entered her in one fierce thrust,” Charlie continued, punctuating the last word as he thrust himself into Sam’s welcoming heat. The force of it rammed right into that sweet spot inside of her that caused her eyes to roll back in her head.
Charlie groaned as her body clenched around him, the edges of control starting to visibly slip as he shuddered against her. “Did you picture me doing this to you when you wrote that?”
“Yes,” she whispered honestly, the heat in his eyes enough to set them both ablaze.
A low growl emitted from Charlie as he tossed the papers onto the bed next to them. One of his hands snaked around her waist as he teased her body with a couple of shallow thrusts. “I’ll have to demonstrate the next part; I don’t think I’ll be able to read along for this.”
“Good,” she panted, digging her fingernails into his skin. “Fuck me, please.”
Charlie chuckled. “You better hold on tight then, baby. We’ve got some more notes to take for the sequel.”