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Epilogue

Cameron

One year later…

I flip the sign on the window to the side that says closed .

“What a long night,” Austen says, blowing out a harsh breath.

“Tell me about it.”

“You regretting it yet?” he asks with a smirk.

“Absolutely not.”

I move to him, pressing my lips to his.

I’ve since opened my own gallery in Chelsea. It’s not far from home and the perfect area for it. We have a lot of openings here, and I love showcasing local artists’ work. Aside from that, I offer weekly classes and bi-monthly paint nights. One of them is for kids. I loved modeling, but art was always my first love. I still model now and then, but nothing like I used to. This is so much better.

“I’m just not sure I’ll ever do a children’s paint night again,” I say, causing him to laugh. Of course it’s not the truth, since the next three are already sold out, but this was more than I thought it would be. Kids are crazy.

“Aw, but you are so cute with all that paint and glitter all over you,” he taunts. I cut him off with a kiss, my hands sliding around his back and pulling him closer to me. His body is warm and firm, so perfect, so right.

“So, what now?” he asks in a husky voice.

I glance past him to the back room.

“Well, we haven’t fucked in here yet.”

He laughs again, but I grab his hand to bring him to the back room. I’d love to fuck him right here, but there are too many windows for people to see through. Closing the door, I grab his hips again and move toward the desk.

“Let me bend you over my desk and fill you up.”

“Please do,” he breathes out.

I smile against his lips before kissing him. I’ll never grow tired of kissing him.

“Get undressed.”

I step away from him and go around the desk to pull out a small bottle of lube that I’ve kept in there for this occasion.

“You did not,” he says, his voice muffled as he removes his shirt.

“Oh, but I did. And for good reason.”

“Ridiculous,” he says with a smile.

“I choose to call it prepared. ” I move around my desk. “Now finish taking those clothes off before I rip them off and you have nothing to walk home in.”

“So bossy,” he mutters under his breath.

“And you fucking love it.”

I get the lube open before getting myself undressed. Austen hops up on the desk, but I shake my head.

“Nope. I’m bending you over this.” I tap the desk.

His brow raises and I lift my finger to spin it in a circle, telling him exactly what I want.

Biting on his bottom lip, he flashes his bright blue gaze at me as he hops off, his hard dick bouncing, and he does as I say without protest. Bending over the desk, he presses his forearms to it and looks at me over his shoulder with a smirk.

Fuck, he’s so hot. And he’s all mine.

I drop to my knees behind him, spreading him wide to lick from his sac to his hole. He groans loudly, grinding against my face. I spear my tongue inside him, gripping onto his cheeks to hold him open for me.

“Fuck, Cameron!”

I chuckle as I give him one last lick, then pop open the lube I still managed to keep in my hand and douse his crease with it. Massaging it in, I slide a finger into him without hesitation, working him nice and slow until he’s good enough to add a second.

“No more,” he says, panting.

“You usually take three first.”

“Not tonight. I want to feel it.” I blink, giving him a blank stare. “Do it, Cam. I want you to.”

Fine. His wish is my command.

I pull my fingers free of his tight hole and lather my dick with lube before pressing against him. My hand is on his lower back, holding him to the desk and I urge forward. There’s resistance. He’s tight. Not nearly loose enough, but if this is what he wants…

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, hands moving to grip the edge of the desk, the muscles in his forearm tensing as the wood creaks.

“I want to feel this for days,” he murmurs.

“I’m sure you will,” I say, sliding in just a little more. I go as slowly as I can, not wanting to hurt him. It takes so much self control on my part to not snap my hips forward and feel him clench around me. I bet it would be amazing. But I won’t do that to him. I love him too much to actually hurt him.

Once I’m fully inside, my hips pressed against him, we both breathe a sound of relief.

“God, you’re tight,” I grit out as I slide out of him and go back in. I do this a few times, letting him get used to me before I really start to fuck him. I fuck him so hard the desk scrapes across the floor and hits the wall, which is amazing because then I go even deeper. He moans and groans and shouts for me to keep going. Pretty sure the people in the kitchen next door can hear this. Hope they’re enjoying it.

“I’m so close, Austen,” I tell him

“M-me too,” he whines. “Me too!”

“Don’t come on my desk,” I warn.

He grins at me over his shoulder. “Or what?”

I rear my hand back and slap his ass. His lips part and I expect him to cry out, but he only moans.

“You’ll do more of that?” he asks, reaching for his dick.

He’s gotten so cocky lately. Ever since he’s become comfortable with us, who he is, how we have sex. I get it’s different from sex with a woman, and there’s a lot to get used to. I love what we’ve turned into. Nothing is perfect, but we’re as perfect as we possibly can be.

Austen fucks me from below, showing me how badly he wants me to come.

“Coming, baby,” I growl out, grabbing both hips and slamming in even harder until my orgasm washes over me, my dick pulsing inside him. It takes a few seconds for me to catch my breath, but then I’m spinning him and sucking him into my mouth. Less than a minute later, he’s coming down my throat with a growl.

I sit back, staring at my cum dripping down his legs and smile up at him. He’s leaning against the desk, skin flushed, trying to breathe.

“I love you,” I tell him.

He grins down at me. “I love you too, baby. ”