Epilogue
Mr. Lennox — Three Months Later
I didn't want anything to disrupt the evening's plans, but then that stupid little red light on my desk phone lights up.
I grab the bouquet of red roses from my desk and impatiently hit the button to let my assistant through.
"What's up?" I say, grabbing my suit jacket from the back of my chair.
"Mr. Lennox," she says, "there's a call for you."
I let out a sharp breath as I check the time. I can spare a few minutes, but I don't want to risk being late to see my future wife.
"Mr. Lennox?"
I shrug my jacket on.
"Can it wait?"
"I'm afraid it's urgent," my assistant says.
"It's only urgent if it's Opal."
"It is Opal, sir."
A huge grin breaks across my face.
"Send it through," I say, "and tell anyone looking for me that I've left for the day and won't be back for 100 years."
She huffs a tiny laugh through her nose.
"I will do that, sir."
I carefully put the flowers back on my desk, my cock springing up when I hear Opal's sweet voice dancing through the phone.
"Hi," she whispers flirtatiously.
I scramble to hit the button to take it off speakerphone, knocking down file folders and a row of pens. With a few quick strides, I go to the door and lock it.
I sprint back to my desk and grab the phone, palming my cock through my suit pants, groaning as I feel the tip already leaking out drops of precum.
"What's your name?" I say, all of the blood in my body rushing to my cock.
"It's Opal," she whispers. "But tonight, I can be anyone you want."
"You're the only one I want, babe," I rasp as I yank my zipper down. "Opal. Fuck. You're the one."
"Are you lonely tonight?" she whispers. "I heard there was a very sexy guy in your office who could use some female companionship."
"I'm not lonely anymore," I rasp as I take my cock out. It appears like a ravenous beast in my fist. I start stroking myself up and down, wishing she were here.
I need the real thing. These little chats of ours are always fun, but they're nothing compared to pinning her down and sinking into her tight, wet pussy.
"Where are you?" I say, closing my eyes as my head falls back. "I need to see you."
"Nu-uh-uh. This is a chat line only," she says, teasing me. "I don't offer the full experience to just anyone. But…I could make an exception for you."
"You're goddamn right," I say. "You're closed for business unless you're with me. I'm the only one, babe. Say it."
"You're the one," she says, "and I take very good care of you, don't I?"
"You fucking know it."
"I can't wait to see you later so I can….s….on…grre…all over you."
Fucking damn it.
"You're breaking up," I groan. "Where are you?"
"Shoot, I'm sorry. I'm getting on the bus. Bad reception."
There are some muffling sounds on her end of the call.
"I might lose you," she says, her voice cutting in and out.
"Can you hear me?" I say as I stroke myself.
"I'm getting on the bus," she says, her voice muffled with static and noise. "Can you….heaar…"
The call drops and I curse as I slam the phone down.
Why the fuck do I have my driver parked outside our building 24/7 if she's going to take the bus?
She is going to need a stern talking-to.
There's a knock at the door.
"Fucking goddamn it," I mutter, jumping up and putting my cock back into my pants. I stride across the room and swing the door open.
"Mary, I thought I asked you —"
But as I open the door, Opal is the one who's there, cute and sexy as all fucking hell in a little black skirt and silky white button-down that shows a hint of her modest, perky little tits. Her tiny black purse is slug under her arm. She looks so sweet. It's almost too much.
I grab her hand and pull her into my office.
"I'm so fucking happy to see you," I say as I close the door. She's in all her glory — wavy brown hair cascading down to her shoulders, a natural flush on her cheeks, long eyelashes fluttering. So refined, not a single thing out of place. I'm about to change that.
"I wanted to surprise my man at work," she says, running her hands up my stomach and patting me on the chest. "I love this office. It holds such good memories."
And it is going to hold so, so many more.
"Should I head over to my own office and give you a call once I get there?" she says, throwing her thumb over her shoulder. "I don't want my presence to distract —"
I sack her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder. She yelps as I give her ass a good smack and sit her down on the edge of my desk. Her skirt rides up her thighs. I can almost see her panties.
"For the love of god, please tell me you did not get on the bus like this."
She blushes and shakes her head.
"I know better than that."
"Good," I say, "I don't want any other guys looking at this sweet little ass. That's my ass."
"Yes it is," she says. "So, what was the big thing you wanted to talk about tonight?"
I rub my hands together and drop to the floor in front of her, hitching one of her knees over my shoulder.
"That'll have to wait," I say. She parts her legs slowly, just the tiniest fraction of an inch, and rocks back with her palms flat on the warm mahogany. "I'm going to be busy for a little while."
I yank her legs apart and pull her white satin panties to the side. She moans and throws her head back as I zero in on her.
"Damn," she exhales, arching her back, "you always know what I want."
I rip my mouth away from her sweet pussy. The scent is intoxicating. I'm already about to bust a hole through my pants.
"Right back at you," I rasp.
"Hell yes, babe," she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair, rolling her lips as I spread her lips apart and run my tongue up and down her folds.
"What do you want? You want to sink that big fat dick into me?
Fuck me from every angle all night? Get me on all fours while you pull my hair and hit it raw? "
I groan, latching onto her clit and making tiny circles around it as I slide two fingers into her soaked pussy. She screams out, bucking and rolling her hips hard, riding my face like a goddamn cowgirl.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she huffs out, chest heaving. I look up at her. My angel in her little white shirt that's about to get ripped to shreds by her little diamond-hard nipples or by my own hands. Whichever comes first. Whichever gets her tits bared to me the fastest.
My desk phone rings, the trilling sound clambering through this perfect moment. I reach up and rip the cord from the wall and it goes flying to the floor, its last words a rattle as it shatters.
Opal lets out an airy breath.
"I love when you get a little crazy like this," she says. "Makes me know that you're as serious about this as I am."
A breath shudders through me.
I grab her purse and slide her phone out. I take my cell phone out of my pocket as well.
"You're confiscating my phone?" she says with a laugh.
"That's right, baby." I shove both of our phones into the drawer and smack it closed. "It's just you and me tonight."
She bites her lip and runs her fingers up and down my chest.
"That okay with you?" I whisper, softly pressing my lips against hers.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer.
"More than okay."
"As you know," I say, brushing my fingertips along her throat, "I have something important to talk to you about tonight."
She presses her fingertips to my collar.
"You always have something you want to talk about." She cocks her head to the side with a little smirk, brushing a loose bit of hair away from my forehead. "You always want to know what I'm in the mood for, always asking what I want to do. You always want to make things absolutely perfect for me."
"And does that satisfy you?"
"It does." She loops her arms around my shoulders. "You make me very, very happy, Mr. Lennox."
This is it. My heart is rattling around in my chest. It's not just thumping. It's vibrating. The feeling is overwhelming.
"How about I spring a little surprise on you tonight?"
She bites her lip and shrugs.
"I think I could be okay with that."
I pull the ring box out of my pocket. I know she's going to adore it. And I'm going to adore the way it looks on her.
I slowly get down on one knee, wanting to savor every little moment. I want to savor the way her eyelashes bat up and down. I want to savor the way her eyes glisten in the cool blue moonlight.
Her mouth drops open and her cheeks flush. I love it. I love all of it. Every inch. Every moment.
"Opal," I say, opening the box. "I hope I've made it clear that I have every intention of keeping you in my life forever."
"About a hundred million times!" she laughs, swiping tears from beneath her eyes before they roll down her cheeks.
"This ring…" I look down at it. It's a huge diamond with delicate opal stones around it. It's unique, special, and completely bespoke, every little detail tailored to exactly to her. "This is a promise to always protect you, always adore you, always have you by my side, and always love you."
She puts her hand over her mouth.
"Oh my god."
"Marry me, Opal. Promise yourself to me forever."
"Yes!" She takes her hand away from her mouth. "Yes, yes, oh my god, yes!!"
I side the ring onto her finger. She bites her lip and shakes her head, her soft hair dancing on her shoulders.
"I love it." She throws her arms around me. "And I love you."
"You're the one, babe." I hold her so close and so tight. "You're the one."