Epilogue
Jaxon
THREE MONTHS LATER
Balancing two cups of cinnamon coffee in one hand while unlocking my door with the other wasn’t how I imagined my mornings going a few months ago, but here we are.
And honestly?
I wasn’t mad at it.
The second I stepped inside, the warmth wrapped around me, taking me in from the winter chill. I nudged the door closed with my foot and got rid of my jacket and boots. The smell of cinnamon drifted up from the cups, and I shook my head slightly, a small smirk pulling at my mouth.
Never thought I’d be the guy walking around with flavored coffee. Everyone knew I preferred it straight black, but then she came with her “just try it” and “expand your palate” speeches—
Now look at me.
Cinnamon.
Yesterday it was vanilla. Last week? Some caramel thing with a ridiculous name that I knew—hell, she knew—that I'd never learn the name of. And the worst part? She was right.
I liked it.
So heading out bright and early for two cups of coffee was becoming routine for me.
“We really need a coffee machine,” I muttered under my breath as I walked to our bedroom.
We.
Our.
Fuck, I still loved the sound of that.
Words I could say freely now that she finally decided to move in with me. I asked her a month ago, and the stubborn woman she was, she gave excuse after excuse.
It took reassurance from Penny—the owner of the townhouse she was in and friends with Mama V—to finally get her on board. They reassured her that Nerissa wasn’t going to be abandoned; that she could stay in the house as long as she wanted.
She caved last week and spent last weekend unpacking everything. Ever see someone move in fully in two days? You should've seen my girl.
The thought of it brought a smile to my face as I stepped into the room quietly.
And there she was.
Silk bonnet, lips parted, and buried underneath the covers.
I couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that slipped out as I made my way over, setting both coffees down on the nightstand.
I shrugged out of my hoodie, tossing it over the chair before kicking off my sweats.
Carefully, I slid back into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight.
She shifted immediately, her body finding mine, curling into me as if it was second nature. I let out a quiet breath, my arm slipping around her automatically as I pulled her in. Her head was tucked under my chin and her hand rested against my chest.
Now this is heaven.
I pressed a slow kiss to the top of her head, my thumb brushing lightly along her arm, and she groaned loudly.
“What time is it?”
“Good morning to you, too, trouble.” I chuckled.
“There's nothing good about this morning. God, I hate daylight savings.”
“Which is why I told you to come to bed early, but no, you wanted to finish the case study you were working on.”
“Because that's important. Your hands are cold,” she responded, then she sniffed. “And you smell like cinnamon.”
“Easy, you addict. Yes, there is cinnamon goodness over there. Now can I get a good morning? Kiss, hug, pussy—one will suffice.”
She huffed a laugh and leaned over to press her lips to mine.
“Morning. Now can I have my coffee?”
“Mhm, in a second, come here.”
I pulled her back to me, crashing my lips to hers.
It started slow and sweet, my hand moving to cradle the back of her head.
Her fingers grazed up and down my chest and it felt like she was touching every fiber of my being.
I broke away from her lips, leaving a trail down her cheek to the base of her neck.
“Jax,” she panted.
Her hand moved across my shoulder, her fingers sinking into my hair and tugging lightly. I groaned and shifted so I was on top of her, tearing the sheets away. Dark spots lined her neck and breasts—no doubt she would kill for that later, but seeing my marks on her from last night was sexy as hell.
She was mine.
“These breasts. Fuck, you have no idea what these do to me, trouble,” I murmured, dipping so I could take one nipple in my mouth.
She shuddered under me and a quiet moan left her lips. I moved to the other and her legs wrapped around me, lining me up perfectly with her core. My hands roamed down her thighs, and she pulled my head up to meet her lips again.
What was sweet before turned to frantic and needy.
Desire burned between us and my cock pulsed against the mattress.
My fingers slipped between us and ran along her pussy, groaning when I felt her wetness.
I played with her clit, my thumb circling her clit.
She arched into me and her moan was muffled against my lips.
“Always ready for me. Such a good girl,” I hummed in satisfaction.
My fingers rubbed up and down her slit, gathering her juices before bringing them to my lips. And she watched every move. Her tongue swiped across her lips and her eyes were trained on the sight of my fingers going to my mouth.
“I love the way you taste,” I moaned.
“Then show me.”
I raised a brow.
“Demanding. How about a ‘please suck my pussy until I come?’”
“You started this now…”
I leaned down, my weight on my forearm, my lips breaths away from hers. “Now what, trouble?”
Her hand slid between us, and I watched as it dove toward her pussy. She moved her fingers across her slit and I was a man possessed, just staring at the beautiful sight. Ragged breaths and soft whimpers left her lips.
And when her fingers reached for my dick, I groaned.
“Now you have to finish it.”
Her fingers moved up and down my length, and a delicious shiver ran through me when her thumb grazed the head of my cock. She stroked me slowly while I watched, my breathing out of control. We both groaned when she brought my dick to her pussy and slid it across her clit.
I wasn't even inside her, and this felt like heaven.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned.
When I looked up at her, there was a level of need in her eyes. Pulling her hand away, I flipped us so she was on top of me and smirked at her look of surprise.
“Then take me.” I gripped her waist as her palms splayed across my chest. “Let me see this pretty pussy stretch around me. Let me see you ride my dick and take everything you want. Fuck, anything you want is yours, Savannah. Take me.”
Her breaths were as erratic as mine, and I watched one hand move to guide my dick to her opening. I eased the hold I had on her waist, cursing at the heat that engulfed me with every inch she took. The sight of her taking it inch by inch was mesmerizing.
When she only got halfway, I reached up to twist her nipples, feeling her relax around me.
“You can take more, baby. A little lower, good girl,” I praised. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
“Oh God, you feel… fuck, Jaxon, I…”
One hand drifted down to slowly play with her clit while the other remained on her nipple, tugging and squeezing.
“God, that feels so good. Don't…” she moaned, sinking lower and rising again. “Jax, don't stop.”
“Ride me, trouble.”
Moaning, she sunk again, taking more this time, and a rhythm built between us. I met every roll of her body, thrusting my hips as the need took over. Leaning forward, she claimed my mouth and increased the pace. I kissed her passionately, letting in the love and light and her.
“Jax, that's… I need…”
“Tell me what you need.”
She groaned. “Deeper. Please, more.”
My hand went up to cup her neck, ripping the bonnet from her head and tossing it somewhere. Her hair fell across her shoulders before I bundled it and tugged. Instinctively, her back arched and she cried out when she got her wish. And breasts bouncing in my face gave me my wish, too.
Win-win situation.
“Like that?”
“Yes, please, oh yes… don't stop!”
“You're in control, love. I should be saying that to you. Ugh, fuck,” I cursed when her pussy clenched around me.
I leaned up, dragging one of her nipples with my teeth as I rammed into her. Her hips grinded against mine as the room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“You're everything for me, trouble. I love you so fucking much.”
She arched further, throwing herself back, and I shot up. This position had me deeper inside her, and from the way her lips parted, I could tell I found her sweet spot. My arm wrapped around her waist and I pulled her into every thrust, lost in the sight of pleasure and sweat coating her skin.
“Oh fuck, Jax, I'm so close,” she cried.
Her breasts bounced with the force, and I kept the same tempo, ready to feel her milk my cock. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold off mine, rubbing furiously against her clit.
“Jaxon!”
The scream tore through her lips as her body convulsed around me. Her legs shook around my waist and her eyes closed.
“Fuck!” I roared, pulling out from her and watching my cum spill all over her pussy and stomach. Groaning, I stroked my cock, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing it dry.
“Well, that was one way to wake me up,” she breathed out, chest rising and falling.
I huffed out a laugh and bent low to kiss her softly. Then I shifted her so her head was back on the pillow laying comfortably.
“Don't move,” I murmured before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
I heated one of the rags and went back to her, gently wiping her down as she moaned and mewed. Then I dragged the rag across my dick.
“I'd argue that was better than coffee,” I drawled.
“Don't argue with a lawyer, honey. You'll lose.”
“Dear, honey… you really need better nicknames.” I sank in bed and wrapped my arms around her.
“You seem to like being called ‘good boy.’”
I groaned, shutting my eyes as the shudder ran through me. “Don't start with me, trouble.”
She giggled and twisted, reaching for her phone on her nightstand, giving me a perfect view of the tattoo across her shoulder blade.
It had healed nicely, and there was never a moment my heart didn't skip a beat just looking at it—it was like my brand on her skin, and fuck, I loved knowing she was mine.
“Come here,” I uttered softly.
“Last time you said that, I ended up with you inside me.”
“Is there a complaint in there or do you just love being a smart mouth?”
She glanced back at me with a smirk on her lips, and I beckoned her with the curl of my index finger. Savannah shifted so she was snuggled into my chest, phone in hand, and my arm wrapped around her waist. I laid back and closed my eyes in complete contentment.
“I love you,” she whispered, making me look down at her.
“I love you, too,” I murmured, dipping to kiss her before laying back on my folded arm.
My fingers traced absent patterns against her skin as she said, “I'm meeting up with Nerissa later on for another girl's night.”
“Mhm,” I hummed, eyes half-lidded as I looked down at her. “Where at?”
She narrowed her eyes at me. “I'd tell you, but you'll just show up like the last time.”
“I told you, I was just in the neighborhood.”
“And that just so happened to be near the lounge we were at? At night?”
“My work takes me all over the city at the oddest hours, trouble.”
“Uh-huh.” She rolled her eyes and refocused on her phone. “Anyway, I'm inviting Ellie, too.”
“Ellie?”
“Remember, I told you she just moved here from New York,” Savannah said, shifting slightly so she was more comfortable against my chest, her hair tickling my arm. “The girl at my internship.”
The memory was coming back to me faintly, along with images of us fucking on the couch five minutes later.
“She's a sweetheart and I figured since she just moved here, it would be nice to have her around. She's been crushing it at the office, too.”
I loved when she talked about the office because you could hear how passionate she was about it.
My girl was one of the select few who was selected to carry out their internship at Warren and Adams, the best law firm in the city.
I remembered how worried she was about choosing a place to finish up her last semester, so when her professor gave her the good news, she came home smiling from ear to ear.
Needless to say, my woman was a badass.
“Way better than that entitled prick in the program. I already took the time to dig through the facts of the case, only for him to take my printout and hand it to Mr. Adams. Beyond annoyed. I mean, I know it's a cutthroat business, but have some decency. There isn't—”
She stopped mid-sentence, making my brows crease. I glanced down at her when her body went still, those eyes fixed on the screen.
“What?” I asked, my voice cutting through the quiet. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just…” She trailed off, slowly lifting her head to look at me. Confusion and shock were written all over her face. “Did Benji tell you he was getting married?”
I blinked.
Then scoffed, a short laugh slipping out. “What? No. He isn't even dating anyone.”
“Uh, yeah.” She was already turning the phone toward me. “Isn't that from his dad's company? Looks like a wedding announcement to me.”
Something in her tone made the humor die immediately, and I took the phone. My eyes slowly widened, seeing headline after headline.
Heir to the Won éclat Empire to Wed Choe Jewelers Dynasty
Billionaire Bachelor Off the Market
The Perfect Merger: Daughter of Choe Empire Marries into the Won Empire
The Korean Wedding of the Century: A Look Inside
“What the actual fuck?” My eyes scanned it all.
Savannah pushed herself up slightly beside me, watching my reaction. “You didn’t know?”
I shook my head, still staring at the screen. Then I let out a disbelieving breath, dragging a hand down my face.
“Shift for me, love,” I said before reaching across for my phone.
I saw him last month, and he told me he would be off the grid for a bit because his father wanted him more involved with the company. This was way more than “more involved” and the bastard didn't even tell me.
When I dialed his number, he picked up on the second ring.
“Won, what the—”
“I was going to call you,” he cut me off, sighing deeply.
“When? After the grandchildren? You’re getting married?”
“It's a long story, but yes.” He paused for a bit as if he was trying to find the right words. “And I'm going to need your help ending it.”
THE END
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