“Then no more lies,” he says. “No more pretending. You don’t have to steal a seat at the table. I’m offering you one. A real strategist role. Officially.”
My throat burns. “You mean it?”
His horns tilt, his grin dangerous and warm. “Absolutely. You’ve earned it.”
I laugh—half relief, half disbelief—and then I’m kissing him, fierce and desperate and alive.
He pulls me closer, claws skimming my shirt, and when I break away to breathe, he yanks me onto his arms, pulling me close.
“Magnus,” I gasp, dizzy with him.
He murmurs against my mouth, “I suddenly need a meeting with you… in my office.”
I run my hand up to his ear, rubbing. “Meetings with the Minotaur… my favorite.”
With that, Magnus sweeps me up—effortless, solid, certain—and strides toward his office. Judy catches sight of us as we pass. She only smiles, giving a sly, knowing nod.
The door closes behind us. He carries me straight into the bathroom, sets me down, and twists the lock. The click echoes in the small space, sharp and deliberate—like a promise.
He’s about to have his way with me again. Only this time, it isn’t a mistake. It isn’t a distraction. It isn’t just a reckless spark.
This time, it’s not fire. It’s forever.
EPILOGUE: LUNCH BREAK
MAGNUS: SIX MONTHS LATER
The apartment is busierthan it used to be. Jamie moved in almost three months ago. Once we made it official—and got the stamp of approval from BR (Jamie reports to Franklin, who handles all his evaluations)—I asked him to live with me. He was already spending most of his time here anyway. I’ve spent my entire life waiting for my mate. No sense in wasting another minute.
Now, little traces of him are everywhere: a mug left drying on the counter, his notebooks stacked on the coffee table, the faint scent of his peppermint shampoo lingering in the bathroom. Even the throw pillows on the couch seem rearranged to his liking. It’s chaos with a rhythm I’ve grown to love. The place feels alive, warm, ours.
Work has changed too. Jamie now leads a small team, coordinating the city’s Community Outreach Initiative campaign with a confidence I’ve never quite seen before. He’s brilliant, incisive, funny, and every day I watch him, I’m reminded how lucky I am to have a partner—not just in life but in business.
I stop by his small office at least once a day under the guise of “checking in.” The truth? It’s never just checking in. Jamie’s desk has become a minefield of temptation, and more than once we’ve had to negotiate deadlines around, well… priorities. I’ve folded good luck cranes for the entire admin team—my way of saying thanks for putting up with him. And me.
I’m at my desk, reviewing campaign numbers, when I hear a soft knock at my office door. Jamie’s face appears, leaning in the doorway, a mischievous grin spreading across it.
“Lunch?” With raised eyebrows, he holds a large brown bag up.
“Lunch.” I smirk, tail coiling around my leg. “Of course.”
We share a loaded glance, full of promises and pretense, and then Jamie tosses the bag onto my desk and heads straight for the bathroom.
Of course, I’m up, following him, unbuttoning my pants before I even close and lock the door. He’s perched on the closed toilet seat lid, hands out, gripping me as I undo my shirt. I had maintenance install a few hooks on the back of the door for this very purpose—clothes hungneatly are much easier to replace when we finish and return to work.
“There’s that gorgeous cock.” He gives the tip a small kiss with his beautiful lips as he pulls back my foreskin. “Are you ready for your meeting with my mouth?”
“Are you talking to me or my dick?”
“Both.” He swallows the head and my shoulders drop.
“Well, then. Yes. We’re both ready.”
Jamie reaches under, rolling and massaging me just right as I hold the sides of his head, taking this very important meeting with his mouth. He’s already figured out how to take me deeply and efficiently, but now—now he actually enjoys it, and it shows. There’s moaning. Deep groans. The cutest little gagging noises when he takes me all the way to the base.
“You love my big cock, don’t you?”
He gives the slightest nod, too focused on the task at hand, and then he slips a finger back, zeroing in on his target.
