“Christ.”
“And when we’re done, I’m gonna do it all over again,” he says, snapping his cock into me in the final sharp movement that has me moaning against him.
“Which one is better?” he asks.
I open my eyes, looking down at him with a frown. “W—what?”
“The shower or my dick?” he asks, his eyes twinkling.
I laugh as he lowers us down, kneeling in an awkward move onto the floor, lying me down in a warm pool of water. He starts to thrust in earnest, his tongue finding mine as he fucks my mouth as hard as my body.
I pull back, crying out as he increases the rhythm. Neither of us is going to last long, and I claw my nails down his back as he thrusts into me.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he says as his cock moves inside me brutally hard and so so good.
“The… the shower,” I manage as he grins, covering my mouth with his before pulling back.
“We shall see,” he says, pushing two fingers into my mouth, choking me as I come, hard, screaming against them, my tongue sucking at them desperately. “Once I’ve had you in every room, I’ll ask again.”
His hips piston into me a few more times before he goes still above me, filling me up and lowering down on my body as the rain from the shower pours over us.
“Bring it on,” I say, wondering if I’m dreaming. If I am, I definitely don’t want to wake up.
Epilogue | Jax
One year later…
The phone rings just after five, and I pick up without needing to check the caller ID.
“Hey, Fran.”
“Are you sure these numbers are right? These are the figures for the quarterly reports, not the annual profits.”
“Are you doubting me?”
“Completely.”
“Well, one, that’s rude, and two, I’ve inflated the figures so Gray will keep sleeping with me.”
“You’re so gross,” she says, and I can hear her fingers speeding over the keys.
“The figures are right, Fran. Stop bothering me.”
“Check them again.”
“No. That’s what you’re for, and I’ve already been through them three times with Scott. He’s done a good job, even though he’s totally incompetent.”
Scott, who is sitting at the desk opposite, throws a pencil at me.
“Alright, but if they’re wrong, I’m going to tell Gray to fire you.”
“As if,” I say sweetly and hang up as she starts to say something else.
“Don’t piss Fran off, she’s basically running this place single-handedly,” Scott says, sitting back in his chair, pulling a Rubik's cube from his drawer, and beginning to play with it.
“That’s you, actually,” I say warmly. “You know you’re the reason this place is such a success.”
“I didn’t have much of a choice… I’m gonna be proving myself to Flynn for the rest of my life.”
