“Come for me, baby.” His command is loud and clear in the quiet space, and I do.
I fall completely apart, drowning in the vast ocean of pleasure that he and he alone can give to me. I cry out his name as I come undone, and I grab onto his hand over my breast, squeezing onto it as I hold onto the window with my other hand for support.
A loud roar rips from his chest as he groans my name, and he starts to come, too. He unleashes his cum inside me, and I’m still crashing through the wall of bliss as we find our bliss together, our bodies in unity as we each bask in the pleasure of the other’s body.
As both our bodies start to slow together, a heavy fog of warmth falls over me. I feel sated and happy, content and fulfilled. He pulls out, and I grunt a protest, but I’m so exhausted after the intensity of the last few minutes that I can barely make myself move.
“Now those are the kinds of services I’d rate top-notch,” he deadpans, and I can’t help a laugh.
He must sense my inability to move because he picks me up and carries me over to his bathroom, where he turns on the shower and sets me on the bench inside. He removes the rest of his clothes, and he joins me, steam billowing around us as he uses the handheld shower sprayer to get me wet. He washes me down with the body wash that smells like him, and he shampoos my hair. I barely lift a finger to help, which is wonderful since I’m not sure I could if I wanted to.
He takes care of me, cleaning me and then drying me when he’s done, and once we’re both dry, he asks, “Do you need to rest?”
I should say yes, but I can’t get enough of him. We’re halfway to four.
I mean, it would be a shame for him not to reach his goal when we’re halfway there.
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head.
He smiles, and he carries me through the condo back toward the chair overlooking the Strip. He sets me down so my feet hit the floor, and he sits. “Come here,” he says softly.
I climb over him, settling my legs on either side of him. I move to hover over him, and he slides into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and his hands move to my ass, where he moves us up and down, giving us a slow rhythm. His eyes are on mine, and I see it all there.
I see love and lust. I see adoration and need. I see the future, and it’s full of him. Of us. Of moments like these.
I see four in one night—as he’ll do to me shortly after midnight tonight once again with his tongue.
I see a future that’s whatever we want it to be. I see us fighting every single day for each other—choosingeach other because this is the most important relationship of our lives.
I see red lipstick and black and red trucks and shoes.
I see mutual love and support.
I see snarky banter and driving each other up the wall as I know he’ll do to me just as much as I’ll do to him.
But mostly I see forever.
EPILOGUE: Everleigh Bradley
The Legacy
I glance around the conference room, and my chest feels a little tight as I think back to the first time I sat in this very room with the very same man sitting across the table.
It wasn’t all that long ago, really. A little over three months.
I remember thinking how freaking gorgeous he was, and that sure hasn’t changed. If anything, he’s getting hotter with time, if that’s even possible. From the ink on his skin to the smirk on his lips, I’m head over freaking heels for him.
I remember thinking he was going to be impossible to work with. Some days that’s still true.
But I never could’ve imagined thatthisis where we’d end up.
I never imagined a female German Shepherd named Bruno would be lying in the corner of the room on her brand-new doggie bed. She’sourBruno now. One of the first things we did after we made up was adopt her. I’ll no longer betraveling with the team, and my place is awfully quiet when it’s just me there all alone. So I’m not anymore.
I never would have thought that we’d be giving birth to a whole new legacy, one where I help organize his schedule from this conference room while he mentors players in an office that belongs to us now—one that we share, one that he let me put up a Christmas tree in since the holiday is just a few weeks away.
When Mr. Langford asked me if I’d take a job in Vegas, I really never could have imagined it would end with me finding the love of my life—a freaking football player, naturally. The exact type I spent my entire life fighting against.
