in first place. It’s not until a few months later do I give credit for some of my win to the baby growing inside of me.
Life is pretty perfect. Dane wouldn't let it be any other way.
I am finally home.
Epilogue
Dane
A clatter followed by a frustrated sigh leaks out of the bedroom turned study slash office. Just in time, I think, looking at the white bag Ren picked up for me at Connie’s. I dump the contents onto a plate, grab a paper towel and a glass of water, and head toward my woman. Inside the office, I find Khloe with her head on the desk.
“Long day, baby?” I set the plate down by her head and start kneading her neck. She keeps a lot of her tension there.
“I just can’t get the emotional tone of this book right,” she moans, her voice slightly muffled by the desk.
“Ren picked up donuts from Connie’s.”
Her head lifts an inch. “What kind?”
“Cream-filled eclairs with chocolate drizzle. Connie said that there’s a surprise in the middle.”
That gets Khloe to straighten all the way up. “Like raspberry?” she asks hopefully.
“Wouldn’t know.” As Khloe digs in to find out, I drag a chair over and lift Khloe’s feet into my lap. I push her fuzzy pink slippers off and massage her feet.
She lets out a deep, satisfied sound before saying, “I shouldn’t let you do this. It’s not my feet that are tired.”
“I can’t rub your mouth now, can I?” I give her a wink and switch feet. “Want to talk it out?”
“Not really,” she says in between bites of pastry.
That’s okay. I have another idea on how to relieve her tension. “How long of a break can you take?”
She stops chewing for a half second and then puts down the donut. “Maybe thirty minutes.”
“Perfect.” I reach over and haul her onto my lap. She tastes like fried dough and chocolate and cream, which is also perfect. I kiss her gently because she’s been using her mouth and vocal cords for her work, and I don’t want to tire that part of her out. There are other places I can apply my focus to such as her juicy, perky tits. I hitch her upward so that her knees balance on my thighs, which is the perfect sucking height. I mold the weight of her breasts in my hands, holding them to my mouth. I know that her tits are sensitive, but having a mouthful of peach gets me going just as hard. My cock stiffens in anticipation, ready and willing to ram into her sweet cunt at the earliest and soonest opportunity. She’s so fucking sexy--a goddess on earth made to turn my horny level to a twelve.
I lift her up onto the desk and spread her legs apart. She’s still in her pajama shorts, a loose-fitting silky garment that makes it easy for me to expose her sex.
I draw a finger over her lips. “This part of you doesn’t look tired.”
“It hasn’t had much of a workout,” she pouts.
I arch an eyebrow. “Is that so? Seems like a damned shame that this little body part”—I slide a finger inside her channel—“isn’t in a constant state of exhaustion. I could’ve sworn I worked it over three times last night and that I was ready for at least one more round, but you tapped out.”
She blushes, but an impish, teasing light brightens her eyes. “I was taking it easy on you.”
“Oh ho! Is that so? Well, this is going to take more than thirty minutes then.” I nudge her legs out of the way so I can pull open the desk drawer.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she yelps as I slice the crotch of her silk shorts open.
“Making up for my lack of attention to your pussy.” I latch on then, tonguing her cunt deeply, eating her like a man who hasn’t had a meal in a month. If her breasts were tasty, her pussy is like a five-course dinner at the best restaurant in the world. Five stars all the way. Her hot, tight channel convulses around my tongue. Her fingers dig into my scalp. I love how responsive she is, how she embodies every fantasy I’ve ever had.
We’ve had sex a thousand different ways. She’s been handcuffed in my office while I’ve taken her on my desk. I’ve eaten her out in the back of my squad car. I’ve had her ride me in the kitchen and the dining room and the back porch and down