Epilogue
IRIS
One year later
I smile as I head into The Williamson Hotel. It feels so good to be home.
It took us nearly the whole year to get the company moved back to Boston, but here we are. Now we get to attend all the family events, big or small.
Last week we went to Arianna’s first gymnastics class. The teacher was surprised to see so many of us there to support our little girl.
Today, we are at The Williamson Hotel for an engagement party for Brantley and Chloe.
I walk through the front door, the gift Max and I picked out in my hand. I smile at the front desk receptionist as I walk by. I haven’t met her yet, but she smiles back.
It feels unreal that I am walking through the same hotel I started working at over a decade ago. Everything feels similar, yet different. The memories this place holds for me are near and dear to my heart.
I take the elevator up to the third floor, where the party is being held. Once I step out, I can see Olivia fretting over every little thing.
“Stressing already?” I ask her.
She laughs. “Chloe and Brantley are running late. They were supposed to be here at eight, but I guess they slept in or something because they aren’t here and they aren’t answering the phone. I swear that girl lives to drive me insane.”
I laugh along with her. “What do you need help with? I will help you get everything done.”
She shakes her head. “Have a drink with me? God, I need a drink.”
“Lead the way then,” I tell her.
She leads me into the room, and Mason and Max are on one end chatting. As soon as I step inside, Max’s eyes are on me, a small smile on his face.
Mason smacks the back of his head, getting his attention as we move toward the bar.
“He has been talking about you all morning. He missed you,” Olivia whispers as if it’s a secret.
It’s not. He has been texting me since he left this morning. He really wanted me to come with him, but I am ready to be done with the CFO position, so I have been training my replacement every chance I get.
I am hoping by the end of the month I can transition full time into the new position he created for me.
Chief of Hotel and Guest Relations.
It’s a similar position to the one the Astor Conglomerate offered me last year, but with our own twist. The only person I report to is the board. Not even Max. It’s the only way to keep things fair in the company.
Not that I mind. Having the power dynamics removed means no one can say there is any favoritism.
Not that anyone has said anything negative about our relationship. At least not within the company. Plenty of keyboard warriors had plenty to say, but I learned quickly not to read the comments.
Why let strangers have any influence on our relationship?
“I missed him too,” I tell Olivia, looking back at Max.
“I am so happy that you two are together.”
The bartender hands us each one of Chloe’s signature drinks as we head toward the guys.
“Not happier than I am,” I tell her, taking a sip of the drink.
I almost choke at how strong it is.
“I can tell,” Olivia says, taking her own sip.
She coughs, looking at the glass.
“What the fuck?” she hisses.
“There’s a reason Brantley doesn’t let her touch knives,” I tell her.
She shakes her head as we reach the guys. She hands her glass to Mason.
“Try it.”
He doesn’t even question it, taking a swig. I see the moment the taste hits his mouth. He grimaces as he swallows.
“Why does it burn?” he asks.
Max grabs me, pulling me to his side as he whispers in my ear. “Thank you for not making me drink whatever that is.”
I wink at him. “I need you sober later. I have plans for you.”
He smirks at me before pressing a kiss to my lips, “I can’t wait.”
“Okay, you two. Enough of that baby-making energy,” Mason warns as more people start to file in.
“Oh look. There’s Adrianna and Eli. Adri, over here,” Olivia yells.
The couple walks our way, joining us.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
“Man, you need to try this,” Max says, grabbing my drink and handing it to him.
“Yeah, man. Best shit ever,” Mason says with a straight face.
Adrianna gives me a look, but I give her a quick shake of the head. She smiles, looking up at Eli.
“Are you going to try it or not?” she taunts him. “I’ll drink it if you won’t.”
He glares at her before he shoots the whole glass back. When he pulls it away, he coughs, putting his hands on his knees.
“Fuck, is that rocket fuel?”
We all laugh as he sputters.
“Evil. All of you. Especially you, woman.” He tickles her, making her giggle.
“I wanted to see if you would do it,” she admits.
“Oh god. I better go greet people. Can someone please call my asshole of a best friend and figure out if she is planning to come to her engagement party at some point today?”
I laugh as Adrianna pulls out her phone.
“Chaotic Chloe strikes again. I’m sure they are fucking in a closet or some shit,” I tell the group.
“Yeah, I heard they got caught in the locker room at the rink. They really like to test the fates,” Mason adds.
Before anyone else can speak, there is a commotion from the front of the room.
After a moment, I see Chloe standing on a table in a white dress that looks like it has seen better days.
Brantley is next to the table, his hands out to catch the accident-prone girl when she inevitably falls.
His suit doesn’t look in much better shape.
“We have an announcement to make. We went to Vegas and got married!” she shouts out to the room.
“What the…” I trail off.
“Fuck,” Adrianna finishes for me.
“Is she insane?” Mason growls. “Olivia is going to kick her ass. They have been planning their weddings since they were kids.”
“Oh fuck. This isn’t going to end well,” Eli mumbles.
“Should we stop it?” Max asks.
“Never get between those two. Brantley would be wise to move away,” Mason whispers as Olivia makes it to the table.
Oh yeah. All hell is about to break loose.
MAX
After some argument and Chloe falling off the table into Brantley’s arms, the party turned from an engagement party to an impromptu reception. Eli hooked his phone to the speakers in the room, playing traditional wedding music.
Mason called down to the kitchen and had them send up more food, knowing we were going to be here longer than we originally planned.
I called our distributor and paid a pretty penny for them to bring us their best champagne in bulk so we could celebrate in style.
All in all, everything worked out.
“I love her,” Brantley tells me, staring out at our girls dancing on the floor together.
“I know you do,” I tell him.
“You love Iris too,” he tells me.
I laugh at how drunk he is right now.
“That I do,” I confirm.
“Fuck, Mason looks mad.”
I laugh when I see Olivia and Chloe climbing onto another table. No wonder he’s mad. Brantley hasn’t clocked it yet.
I smile when I see my girl walking toward us.
“You better go get Chloe before she breaks an ankle,” Iris tells Brantley, pointing to where Mason is now standing.
“Oh fuck.”
As he takes off, Iris puts her finger to her lips to tell me to be quiet as she grabs my hand and leads me out of the back of the room.
It’s late now, most of the hotel guests are in their rooms or down at the bar. All the office staff have left for the day. I watch as she takes us to the rear elevator, pressing the button. When we get inside, she pushes me against the wall and kisses me.
I don’t stop kissing her until the elevator dings and she pulls me off the thing.
I give her a knowing smile when I see what floor we are on. It’s one I know well. I worked here for a long time, after all.
She pulls me down the hall until we reach the very end. If we go left, we enter her old office. It’s not Mason’s assistant’s office. If we go straight, we will be in my old office. The same one my brother uses.
“I have always had a fantasy in this room,” she tells me, leaning against the door.
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
She shakes her head, licking her bottom lip. “I don’t want to tell you. I want to show you.”
Opening the door, she steps inside. When I follow her, she shuts it behind me before spinning me until her back is against the wall.
“Mr. Williamson, you shouldn’t stand so close. People will start to talk,” she whispers.
I step closer, running my hand down her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, though. I can’t help it. Whenever you are in a room, I want to kiss you.”
“You really can’t though. It would be wrong. You’re my boss,” she says, fully leaning into the roleplay.
“That’s right. I’m the boss, so that means you do what I say. Isn’t that right, Miss Howard?”
She nods. “Anything you want, Mr. Williamson.”
I press on her shoulder, but she doesn’t resist. She falls to her knees.
“Take my cock out,” I demand.
She does as I ask, freeing my aching cock from my pants.
“Good girl,” I praise her, my hand in her hair. “Now take it in your mouth.”
She leans forward, sucking me inside. She knows how I like it, pressing her tongue to the bottom of it as she slides down my cock.
I bury my hands in her hair. “I’m going to fuck your face,” I warn her.
She swallows my cock instead of answering, making my eyes roll back. Fuck, she’s good at that.
Taking it as permission, I begin to thrust into her mouth, pressing her against the door. She takes every inch, the back of her throat feeling like heaven against the sensitive skin of my cock.
I look down at her, loving how she is fully into this, giving it her all. She loves doing everything she can to make me lose control. She wants me to spill inside of her mouth before I get too needy and decide to fuck her instead.
If we had time, I would let her have it, but we have limited time in this office. She is getting her fantasy right now, but I have one of my own I want to live out.
Slowing my thrusts, I pull from her lips, loving the popping sound.
“On your feet. I want you bent over the desk, Miss Howard.”
“Yes, sir,” she murmurs, wiping her mouth with her fingers.
I smack her ass as she walks away from me. She moans but keeps over to the desk. She bends over the edge, facing where I used to sit. God, she used to sit on this side of the desk through our meetings looking like a damn seductress. She never meant to turn me on, but she always did.
It’s funny how I didn’t realize how far into denial I was until I admitted the truth. How did I ever think I wasn’t in love with this woman?
Shaking my thoughts away, I smile when I see her flip up her dress. She’s not even wearing any panties.
Pulling my pants up and holding them at my hips, I walk behind her. I let the pants fall back to the floor as I grip her hips.
“Every time you would sass me, I imagined spanking your ass on this desk,” I tell her before smacking her bare ass.
“Fuck,” she mutters.
“I would want to fuck your mouth when you would put me in my place.”
I smack again.
“More,” she demands.
“Every time you stood up to me, demanding respect, I wanted to fuck you senseless.”
I smack a third time.
“I have always wanted you,” I tell her. “Just. Like. This.”
With each word, I smack her ass.
“Take me then, Mr. Williamson. Punish me for my smart mouth.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I line my cock up at her dripping pussy and push inside. She moans out as I do, her back already arching.
God, I love how wet she gets from sucking my cock. I used to think she only did it because she thought I wanted it, but she admitted to me that it makes her feel powerful. It turns her on knowing she can bring me to my knees with her mouth.
I feel powerful too. Knowing I can make her orgasm so hard she blacks out. It’s happened several times. She always comes back to within a minute, but her body is depleted afterward.
I can’t make her black out here, though. We could get caught at any moment. Security walks around periodically to check all the offices. They will hear us for sure. Iris has no idea how to keep quiet.
I start off at a slow pace, building her up to her orgasm, but I know we are on a time limit. So before long, I start fucking her the way I’ve always wanted. Punishing her body with my own.
She takes every bit of it, her back arching as she moans out my name.
“Fuck, you are going to get us caught. You want to get caught fucking the boss?” I ask her.
She clenches around me, moaning instead of offering me an answer.
I would never truly let anyone see us fuck, but lord does my girl like the possibility of it. I don’t think she would enjoy the real thing, but knowing someone could walk in the door gets her pussy fluttering around me.
“That’s right. You let them know who this pussy belongs to,” I growl as I start to rut into her.
Her body clenches wildly around me as she orgasms, drenching my cock with her release. I follow her over the edge, finally allowing myself to give in to my pleasure now that she has. I fill her to the brim before I pull out, smacking her ass once more.
She groans before she stands.
I smirk as I help her stand, noting the way she rubs her legs together.
“What? You having a problem?” I ask her.
“Asshole. You’re leaking down my legs, and I’m not wearing panties.”
“I know. I love knowing you not only smell like me, but if anyone were to pay attention, they’d see the proof of what we did trailing down your legs.” I pull her in, kissing her softly.
“Fuck, don’t say that. I’m still horny.”
That’s when we hear it. The steps down the hall.
“Fuck,” she mutters.
I smile, fixing her dress, then her hair. I pull up my pants before straightening myself out.
Then we step out the door and walk down the hall. The security officer stops when he sees us in the dark.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” he calls out.
“It’s me, Frank. With Iris. We were taking a stroll down memory lane,” I call out to him.
He chuckles. “I should have known. You here for the party downstairs?”
We stop in front of him. “Yep. Brantley and Chloe got married. Did you hear?”
Iris is fidgeting next to me, but I focus on the man in front of me.
“I did. I’m glad to hear it. Well, you two better get back before the party gets shut down. I’ll be on my way.”
“Thanks, Frank. We will see you soon,” I tell him.
He walks away as we head toward the elevator. When we step inside, Iris smacks my chest.
“What?” I ask.
She narrows her eyes. “You know what.”
I reach between her legs, scooping up the bit that has trailed down with two fingers before I hold them up to her mouth. Her eyes flare as she sucks them inside.
“There. All cleaned up,” I tease her, leaning in to kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue.
“You’re lucky that I love you.”
I smile at her words. “I am, and I love you too, Iris. Always and forever.”
Until the day I die.