Epilogue
Ian helicoptered into the training center. He showed Wes the documents and letter Eleanor set up before she decided to impersonate Belinda.
“Always impulsive.” Ian chuckled at his always nervous, rarely impulsive senior executive.
Wes left the Center for Training with greater resolve, a small jewelry box resting in his pocket. He drove Eleanor to a private inn outside of Leesburg. “Stay here.” After a kiss to her soft mouth, he went inside and returned a few minutes later with a set of keys.
“Where are we going?” She looked out the window at the picturesque landscaping. “It’s so beautiful here.”
Wes pulled up in front of a small villa. Eleanor gasped as she crossed the threshold. Candles and rose petals covered every surface. Wes dropped a bag and came up behind her, his arms wrapping beneath her breasts. His lips pressed wet kisses against her neck, and his teeth nipped her ear. “I’ve missed you.”
She mewled at his touch and turned in his arms. “Me too.” She took his hands and led him to the bed dominating the tiny cottage. Sliding up the bed, she curled her fingers in a signal for him to follow.
“You’re so beautiful.” He undid the halter collar of the beautiful pink dress she wore. It fluttered to her hips, exposing her chest, covered in a delicate ivory lace bra. “Lie back.”
He lifted one of her legs and removed her high-heeled shoe. He kissed her heel, the arch of her foot and suckled each toe. His mouth traveled up her calf, past the sweet spot at the back of her knee and along her inner thigh.
“Wes,” she called and ran her fingers through his hair.
He repeated his kiss trail along her other leg. In an effortless move, he ripped apart her panties and nuzzled her mound. His fingers parted her lips, and he seized her clit between his teeth. Her hips seemed to levitate off the bed, and she cried with delight.
“Curly, I want you so.”
Eleanor placed a leg over each of his broad shoulders, completely exposing her glistening petals to him. “You have me.”
After his tongue swiped against her slit, he lowered her legs. Climbing off the bed, he pulled a condom from his wallet, then dropped his pants. Sheathing his weeping cock, he knelt between her legs and slid her up his thighs, burying himself deep inside of her.
Completely possessive with need, he leaned over her, kissing her deeply and slipping his hands beneath the cups of the bra. The front closure popped open easily. He was grateful because he would have torn that apart too.
His mouth sought, found and tended to each nipple as he thrust again and again. With dampened fingers, he rolled her swollen bud between his fingers and felt her clamp down as the orgasm rolled through her. It was all he needed to take her harder until his own release, eventually rolling so as not to collapse on top of her.
Ellie rolled to face him, gently brushing his hair from his brow. “Hi.”
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Wes ran a finger along her cheek.
“Why are you apologizing?” The corners of her lips turned up, and her eyes seemed to glow.
“I intended to take my time. To make love to you. To worship you. Instead, I was an animal,” he confessed.
“Do you love me?” Her face flushed pink.
“Yes, with every ounce of my body.”
“Did I tell you to stop? Your mouth on my body is like electric shocks. You have no need to apologize. You let go. You let yourself feel good.”
Eleanor rolled on top of him and kissed him. “I love you.” She kissed him along his stubbled jaw. “I love you.” She kissed down his throat and licked his Adam’s apple. “I love you.”
She unbuttoned his shirt. Her tongue swirled around each nipple. It was Wes’s turn to moan with desire. “Does it hurt?” Her finger ran softly along his scar from where her mother shot him.
“No, not under your touch.”
* * *
Eleanor awakened with a start. It was dark outside, and the bed was empty beside her. She sat up and looked across the room. Wes was leaning down and placing a log on the fire. He wore a pair of black sweats that sat low on his hips and a matching black t-shirt that clung to every sinew of muscle.
“You could’ve woken me up…”
“You need the sleep. I plan to tire you out.” He waggled his brows.
