FIVE YEARS LATER
“What did I say about interrupting me, belle?” I grunt in her ear as I flatten her against the table.
“I don’t know…” she moans, her legs opening wide.
She sauntered into my office and demanded I fuck her. She does that a lot, not that I’m complaining.
The best thing about being bosses in both our families’ companies is the fact that we get to mix business with pleasure.
“You don’t know?” I pound into her hard as she releases those deep-throated moans.
Her fingers grip the edge of the table as if it’s a lifeline. I don’t stop or slow down. I fuck her hard and fast and out of control, just like we both like it.
“Are you going to take it out on me later?” she whimpers.
Holding her by the hip, I push her short hair aside, baring her nape, and I lean over to whisper in her ear. “You bet, belle.”
She comes then.
My wife is a glutton for punishment and for promises of it. Knowing tonight will be even harder than right now makes her hotter and wetter and even more compliant.
This is only her appetiser. I power into her for a few more seconds before I follow right after.
We’re both breathing heavily as I fall over her, my clothes covering her sorry excuse for a blouse.
She blindly reaches a hand up and digs her fingers into my hair, twisting her head so her lips can meet mine. There’s nothing I love in the world more than kissing this woman and imprinting myself on her.
Since I first met Teal, she’s always gotten under my skin. It started with irritation then hate, and then it turned into the most powerful feeling I could have for another human being.
She understands me even before I say anything. She holds me without me having to ask for it.
Teal has always struggled with feelings, but not with me — never with me. She was strong then, but now she’s invincible.
Our childhoods will always be a part of who we are, but we’re over that. We turned the page and started our own tale.
We work and travel. We have family dinners with Ethan and Knox and that fucker Agnus, who never ceases to remind me that he was Teal’s type first.
My wife has told me I’m her only type now. Next time, I’m making her say it in front of that arsehole.
Mum and Dad are travelling — for tourism, not medical treatment — and they usually drag a grumpy Lars with them. He never fails to remind them that every hotel has awful service.
Teal and I also go to friends’ gatherings, and I still throw parties Aiden usually doesn’t appear at because he takes Elsa somewhere no one knows about. Fuck him, really. Xan and Cole do, and since we all work together in one way or another, we never actually broke apart after RES.
Teal straightens and pulls up her underwear while I button my trousers.
“I’ll let you get back to it, your lordship.” She fixes my tie, staring at me with that playful lust in her dark eyes. She then reaches over and wipes my lower lip with her thumb. “Lipstick.”
“You know what, wife?” My voice is husky.
“What, husband?” She bites her lower lip.
“Fuck work. I prefer you.” I push her against the edge of the table and she gasps, and when I lift her, her legs wrap around my waist in a vice-like hold.
“Have I mentioned today how much I love you, Ronan?”
“I must’ve forgotten.”
“I love you,” she whispers in my ear.
“Not more than I love you, ma belle.”
