EPILOGUE

BRENDEN

SIX WEEKS LATER

“Right there, yes, yes, yes!”

“You like that, baby?” Travis rasps as he nails my prostate repeatedly.

I’m bent over the desk in my office, trying to be quiet, but fuck, it’s hard. My forearms are braced on the desk, and he’s using my hips for leverage, so I really don’t need to do anything but take it. But I’m greedy, so I keep doing my best to push back and meet his thrusts. I want him as deep inside me as he can go. I want all of him, everything, always.

I moan wantonly when he reaches around for my achingly hard cock and starts stroking.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he soothes. “But you can’t be too loud.”

He’s right, though at this point, I’m so far gone that I’m not sure I care if anyone hears us. I just need to come.

We haven’t made it a habit to fuck in my office, but I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I’ve gotten so intimately acquainted with my desk. One of my favorite times was when he laid me across it, pushed my knees up toward my shoulders, and ate me out like I was his last meal.

As he trails kisses up my spine while continuing to stroke me—the sweetness in total contrast to the harsh way he’s driving into me—my legs begin to tremble.

“I’m close, I’m so close,” I tell him desperately.

“Me too.” His voice is right by my ear now, the huskiness making me shiver. “Your ass feels amazing squeezing my cock. Gonna fill you up as soon as you come for me.”

Those dirty words and one flick of his wrist over my cockhead are my undoing. I bite my lip to keep from screaming as I shoot off into his hand.

He tries to catch it all so we don’t make a mess of the desk, but I think he’s distracted by his own orgasm. He bites my shoulder in a primal way as he fills my ass with his warm release, and then he drapes himself over my back, breathing heavily.

Less than a minute later, when I’m only barely regaining the use of my legs, there’s a knock on the office door. Travis and I jerk away from each other as May’s voice calls out, “Dad, are you in there?”

It’s like I’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water. Thank fucking god we were already finished, because hearing my daughter’s voice during sex... Eww, no, I can’t.

When Travis elbows me in the side, I call back, “Yes, I’m here, but I’ll be out in a minute! No need to come in.”

“Um, okay,” May says through the door. “Is Travis in there with you? I thought he’d get here before me and Grandma and Grandpa.”

“What? No! I mean, yes, he’s here, but we weren’t doing anything,” I ramble compulsively. “There’s absolutely no sex happening in here.”