Epilogue
Avery followed Carson into the boardroom, her hand clasped in his. A skyline of lights twinkled in the distance through the large windows. Nearby was an array of other buildings, some with windows still lit, others mostly dark.
A smile twisted over her lips as she took in the room. A couple made out at the end of the long table, their embrace heated if her soft moans were an indication. The woman was stripped to her matching bra and panty set, while the man remained fully dressed in his dark suit.
The image was similar to their other visits to the Boardroom, yet each one was uniquely different. Maybe it was the varying locations or the people involved or the energy of each scene, but although the compositions remained similar, the events themselves weren’t.
Carson positioned her in front of him and tucked them into the back corner of the room. They were closer to the couple this time. Instead of being separated by the table, they were at the same end. The proximity brought a series of goose bumps over her bare arms, her nipples tightening in response.
She didn’t recognize the couple, but the room was very familiar. The cherry credenza at the other end, the long wood table, the black office chairs, the whiteboard and abstract art. They’d returned to the location of her first introduction to the Boardroom, even if it’d been accidental. There was something naughty about that. Both exciting and wrong at once.
Would anyone know tomorrow when they sat at the table? Would that heavy sent of sex and lust linger to give them a hint? Would the table bear any marks? Or a chair?
She doubted it, but she would know. She’d remember how the woman arched her back, head falling to expose her throat. And how she followed the motion, her own head dropping to rest on Carson’s shoulder.
“What do you want?” Carson whispered into her ear. He ran his hands over her abdomen, his touch firm, sure. So like him.
She lifted a hand to grasp the back of his head, holding him close. “Whatever you give me.” Her voice was quiet, yet husky with desire. She trusted him again, with this and her heart.
Their first trip back to the Boardroom after the app incident had been another learning experience for both of them. She’d discovered that she liked not knowing what to expect as opposed to reading the details beforehand. The app showed everything. The players, the scene expectations, limits, safe words and kinks. All of which were essential to a safe and successful scene, but it spoiled something for her.
She didn’t have to know the information if Carson was with her. He took care of the details. He ensured she was safe while giving her more than she could imagine on her own. She wasn’t wearing blinders or denying her wants. No, if anything, she’d admitted more.
She liked having Carson in charge. Trusting him set her free to simply feel. No worries. No concerns. No more fear. Even the threat of exposure was minimized with Carson at her side. He gave her strength, which allowed her to pull from her own.
The Boardroom had brought them together, and now it brought them even closer.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He nipped her earlobe, the sting sharp yet hot.
“Yes.” He told her all the time, but he showed her even more frequently. With his tender touches and the heat in his gaze. And when he brought her coffee at work or made her breakfast or held her hand as they walked or...
The door opened, and Avery stilled. Her heart jumped, pulse thumping hard. Had they been caught? By whom?
A stocky man with dark hair and a beard shadow stepped into the room, his presence capturing the attention of everyone. He shut the door, a smirk curling the edge of his mouth.
“You can see we waited,” Carson said, a dryness to his tone.
The new guy loosened his tie, tugging it off to spread it across the table. The streak of red lay like a declaration against the wood. He undid his belt buckle, slid his belt off before curling it into loose loops and setting it beside the tie.
Avery could only stare, enthralled by the power reeking from him and the authority of his movements.
Carson stroked his hand down her side as he scraped his teeth up her neck. “He’s going to fuck her,” he whispered. “Hard and deep.”
She swallowed, the image already seared into her mind. Her pussy clenched, that crazy wanting need vibrating from her core.
“They both are,” Carson said. He cupped her breasts, one in each hand as the new guy rolled up his cuffs and undid the top three buttons on his shirt.
Her breath caught, desire racing through her on the rapid beat of her pulse.
“At the same time.” Carson pinched her nipples through the silky material of her dress, the dual sensation driving home the implication of his words.
Her eyes widened and her legs dipped with the sudden flash of heat that raced south from her nipples. She’d fantasized about that the first night in this boardroom. She’d mentioned it to Carson one night when they’d been cuddling in bed, their limbs heavy from sex. She had no doubt that he’d planned this for her.
In any other situation, she would’ve been embarrassed, but not here. Not with Carson.
These scenes were about feeling without guilt or shame. It’d taken her a while to reach that point, but she had and she wasn’t going back. Carson had opened a door into a secret part of her soul that had exposed a passion she reveled in now.
This was her. Carson was hers, and she had nothing to be ashamed of. Not at work. Not in front of others. Not in her own head.
Avery sucked in a breath and rocked her hips against Carson’s erection. It slid along that line up her back in a declaration of his lust. Their relationship had evolved into so much more than this, but she’d never regret how it had started or where it’d brought them.
This was a part of them, but not even close to all of what they had together.
“Go to them,” Carson ordered.
The new guy came up behind the other woman. He wrapped an arm around her waist before jerking the other guy in with a hand at his nape. He claimed the guy’s mouth in a hard kiss that was at once brutal and stunning.
Oh...hell. That was so damn hot. The men’s kiss contained a hard possessiveness that wrapped around Avery and drew her in. It was raw and intense, yet there was a woman between them. She sucked on the neck of the first guy and writhed between the two hard bodies.
Avery’s head spun on the wave of eroticism. She never would’ve had the nerve to suggest a scene like this, yet she didn’t want it to stop. No, she couldn’t wait to see where it went.
Just like her relationship with Carson. This was her happy-ever-after and she wasn’t going to judge it. Not now, not ever.
This was them and the only opinions that mattered were theirs.
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