Epilogue
Samira rushed into Andy’s shop a little over fifteen minutes before closing time. She knew he’d take her to the shop any time she wanted, but he worked enough hours as it was. Labor Day weekend was right around the corner, and along with putting away all remnants of summer and putting out fall decorations, she needed to add seating since they were approaching what should be a busy weekend. Things were already tight without them being at max capacity. It was the first Labor Day since the bed and breakfast opened, and she wanted to be prepared.
“Mrs. Grant,” Andy greeted as he stepped out of the shop area. He was wearing his signature t-shirt and jeans, and she dragged her eyes over him in appreciation. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
“I need a table. Or a bench. Or both. I need more seating. Plus, I missed you,” she admitted, trying to ignore the current that raced through her when he called her that.
He closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms, brushing her lips with a kiss. “We’ve spent every night together since our wedding night, how can you miss me?”
“That was only six months ago. Tired of me already?”
Andy grinned before he pressed his mouth against hers, backing her toward the door as he deepened the kiss. Opening for him, she allowed him to claim her mouth as he pressed her against the door, his hardness pressing into her and fueling her arousal. He stepped back long enough to flash her a smirk before he locked the door behind her and flipped the sign over to “closed.”
“I could never get tired of you,” he said, returning to devour her mouth, his tongue sliding along hers, matching her hunger.
“Someone could come to the door,” she gently protested. “You still have fifteen minutes before closing time.”
He slipped a hand beneath her shirt and caressed her bare flesh, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “So? The door is locked, and the sign is flipped. I need a few minutes alone with my wife.”
The word wife still made her heart stutter. She was Mrs. Andrew Grant. After fifteen long years of trying to forget the first man she ever loved, and trying to forget where she came from, she finally had it. The last name, the business, the feeling of finally being content.
“So, do you want a table and chairs, or a bench?” he asked.
“Um,” she hesitated, trying to keep up with the sudden subject change. “Bench. It can go along the wall for seating, and I can use it for decoration come Christmas time.”
He took her hand and walked her into the showroom, pointing out a large, cherry-wood bench. Immediately knowing it was perfect, she ran her hands along its length. The finish was smooth, and she was already thinking of ways to decorate it when she felt Andy come up behind her, his hand covering herson the back of the bench. He buried his face in her hair and took a deep breath before nipping at her ear.
“Now that that’s solved…” He moved his mouth to her neck and gently sucked.
She shivered beneath his touch, her core pulsing and her nipples hardening in anticipation. She wanted him, needed him. They hadn’t spent a night apart since their wedding, but there weren’t many nights without guests at the bed and breakfast. This was their first time truly alone in weeks. She turned to face him, and before she could say anything, he took possession of her mouth, teasing with his tongue before biting her bottom lip.
“You still worried about customers showing up?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Good. Kneel,” he growled. “I want your mouth.”
The tingle of surprise she felt was quickly replaced by arousal as she knelt down on the floor and looked up at him.
“Yes, Mr. Grant.”
His intense green gaze never left hers, and when he licked his lips, she immediately thought of his tongue at her core, teasing her. She averted her eyes and looked at the floor as she waited.
The rustling of leather and the jingle of his belt sent a rush of heat to her center. The sound of his zipper had her panting.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered.
She snapped her eyes open and looked up. His gaze darkened as he fisted his length while looking down at her. She licked her lips, anxious to have him in her mouth. She loved every second of him taking control.
He used his free hand to tenderly stroke her cheek before running his fingers through her curls to grip the back of her head. She opened her mouth as he pulled her closer to him, and he brushed the head of his cock against her lips.
“Tongue out.”
Tilting her head back, she laid her tongue across her bottom lip and waited to taste him. He rubbed his tip along her tongue, his salty taste making her mouth water. With gentle pressure on the back of her head, he moved her forward to take more of him, groaning when she took every inch. Wanting to please him, she swirled her tongue around his cock as he slid out of her mouth before gliding back in. He repeated the motion, keeping up a steady rhythm.
“Fuck,” he groaned as she picked up the pace, gripping his hips to pull him to her.
Her eyes watered and she struggled not to gag when he hit the back of her throat. Just as his breathing became ragged and she felt his body stiffen beneath her grasp, he pulled back, gripping her shoulders to pull her up before crashing his mouth to hers.
