Security walks in before anyone can say anything else, and her parents are quietly, efficiently escorted out. I walk behind them and lock the conference room door.
"Are you okay?" I ask, unable to fully hide the lust in my voice.
"Why'd you lock the door?" She asks, with a smirk that tells me she already knows.
"Are you okay, Blaire?" I repeat.
She nods.
"Good." I hold her gaze. "Panties off. Palms on the conference table. I need to feel that tight pussy wrapped around my cock, and I can't wait until we get upstairs."
"Uhm."
Blaire’s eyes go wide as Claudia’s voice fills the conference room.
"Mr. Sullivan. The comms are still connected."
Blaire's hand flies to her mouth. She lunges across the table and hits the intercom button.
"Bennet!Oh my god, I cannot leave this room."
"Oh, you'll leave it, alright." I cross toward her. "With my cum dripping down your legs when you do."
"Still connected, sir."
EPILOGUE – TWO YEARS LATER
"Hello, wife." Bennet whispers along my neck as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind. "Something smells delicious. Food smells amazing too."
"Hello, husband." I lean back into him. "I'm making your favorite."
I lift the lid off the pot, and he looks over my shoulder, and I feel the exact moment he registers what it is.
"Birria." He groans like he's been personally blessed. "God, I love you. I'm going to have to call in tomorrow."
I laugh because he's absolutely right. Every time I make this, he gorges himself on birria tacos and consomme until he can barely move, and then does it again. It's his favorite thing I cook, and today is a day worth celebrating. He just doesn't know that yet.
“I've invited everyone.”
"Babyyyyy." He groans, hopping up onto the counter and helping himself to a handful of freshly made tortilla chips, dipping one into the warm salsa like he wasn't raised with any patience whatsoever. "I really needed to fuck you. When are they getting here?"
God, this man. Still so insatiable after all this time and not even slightly apologetic about it.
"Less than thirty minutes." I point the wooden spoon at him. "You worked late. We would have had plenty of time, mister."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Blaire." He steals another chip. "Ribbon cutting ran over, and traffic back was a nightmare." He presses a kiss to my temple. "I'll make it up to you when they leave. They get two tacos each, and then they go home."
Something tells me he is completely serious.
I set the fire under the meat to low and move to stand between his open legs.
"How was your day?" He pops a chip into my mouth.
"Eventful," I say between chewing. My nerves are already starting to fray at the edges. I lean my head against his chest and take a slow breath. "Are you sure you're okay with not being a dad?"
He pulls me back immediately and cups my face. My tears are already falling, and I hadn't even decided to let them.
"Hey. Where did that come from?" His thumbs move across my cheeks. "Of course you're all I want, Blaire. What's upsetting you? Is it because Jenn's pregnant?"
