Epilogue
Six Weeks Later
I sat up with a gasp. Shit—the washing! I’d forgotten to hang it out. Again. Blearily, I swung a leg over the side of the bed, flinching as cold air hit my bare flesh. But a large hand grasped me firmly round the waist.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ a deep male voice intoned.
I was hauled back into a warm, cosy nest, and my naked body was circled by strong arms. ‘Our washing,’ I whispered, snuggling in. ‘I forgot to hang it out…’
‘Fuck the washing.’ A firm kiss was planted on my lips, and hands stroked up and down my back. An even firmer erection rubbed insistently against my thigh. My lips twisted. Mitch was always so horny in the mornings, but I didn’t have a problem with that. In fact, I was usually just as horny.
‘What time do you have to go in?’ I asked, lowering my hand and giving him a fondle.
He let out a grunt and shifted onto his back so I could get a better grip. ‘Not until ten.’
I raised an eyebrow, continuing my stroking. ‘Gentlemen’s hours.’
‘I’m no gentleman,’ he said huskily, squirming as his cock grew larger in my hand. ‘Do you want to get on top? Or see to the washing?’
‘Hmm.’ I pretended to consider it, but arousal was spiking. Sex with Mitch was always an experience. Two nights ago, he’d wrapped his suit tie around my wrists, secured me to the headboard and applied nipple clamps; then flicked away at them while he ate me out. I’d come so hard my vision blurred.
‘I guess the washing can wait,’ I said casually. ‘But I’m going to suck you off a little first. I want your full nine inches...’
‘Oh yeah, good girl,’ he breathed, and I eagerly dived under the covers.
After the night he’d cooked me dinner, brought me to my knees, and given me several mind-blowing orgasms (we didn’t get much sleep that night), Mitch quit Suite Noir as he’d said he would.
Then basically never left my flat. We were essentially living together from that night on, and he’d given up his flat in Angel soon after.
It wasn’t as much of an adjustment as I’d thought it would be.
He was fully house-trained after all, so he cooked, cleaned, and my plants were always well-watered.
But he also had his own life going on, so he wasn’t sitting around on the couch watching Netflix all day or anything.
Mia wasn’t too happy about it. ‘All those clients,’ she'd moaned at me. ‘Everyone wanted to book him. He embodied everything Suite Noir stands for... and he could have made us a fortune.’
I’d bitten my lip and tried not to feel guilty.
But as I’d explained to her, we weren’t actually losing money, as most of those clients had been quite happy to re-book with dark-haired, brooding Tyler.
Especially after I’d sent them a link to his newly uploaded photo and profile on the website.
He was proving equally as popular, if not more so.
Mia had sighed and said she didn’t blame me.
Apparently, she’d guessed something had been going on with Mitch because I’d taken so many photos of him.
Plus, I’d blushed every time his name was mentioned.
She’d even suggested that, now I wasn’t asexual, I could have a go at conducting a hands-on interview for his replacement. I’d flatly refused, of course.
However, I was still thinking about leaving Suite Noir and working somewhere else.
I hadn’t mentioned it to Mia because I knew she’d try and stop me.
Maybe she sensed something was up, though, because lately she’d been showering me with free lunches, mani-pedis and spa days.
So I was biding my time until the right moment.
It was Mitch’s announcement, shortly after he moved in, that he’d decided to be a personal trainer, which had inspired me to think about my own career path.
He was studying madly for his entry-level qualification at the moment and looking forward to pivoting from being a fake architect to a real PT.
I felt a bit bad that he’d taken out a loan for the course, but when he’d said deadpan, ‘Well, I can work at Suite Noir to pay my fees if you like…’
The look on my face had made him burst out laughing.
Anyway, I was still thinking about what I wanted to do. Until then, I was enjoying being with my man and all the hot sex we were having; not to mention movie nights, tickle fights, scalding showers, hard massages, and loads of dark chocolate—all the things I liked.
Thank you for reading Tempted by the Player.