Epilogue
Back at the office.
Sarah dropped off Logan’s signed paperwork to Connor and headed back down to her office with a new stack of papers for her boss to sign.
“Morning, Sarah.” Ryan matched her stride, looking all sorts of handsome in his burgundy tie and white button-down shirt.
“Good morning, Ryan.”
“You’re making your rounds early today.”
“You know our boss. Work. Work. Work. How was your evening?”
“Low-key.” He nodded to Vanessa as she walked by. “Watched a movie…did a little tree decorating…went to bed early.”
“Same here.” Her heart skipped, knowing firsthand that he had gone to bed early, but he hadn’t been alone and sleep hadn’t happened until several hours later.
Several. Hours. Later.
Heat rushed through her. Yeah, it had been well into the early morning when she’d finally fallen asleep all snuggled in his arms.
“Hey, I have something for Logan to sign.” He stopped at his doorway. “Got a second?”
“Sure.” She stepped in, stretching out her hands and nodding down to the papers in her palms. “You can add whatever you need to my pile.”
“You’re so efficient.” Ryan maneuvered behind her and shut the door, locking it. He grabbed the papers out of her hands and flung them onto his desk, his lips finding hers in zero seconds.
“I’m not sure if this is appropriate office behavior,” she said, untying his tie and attacking the buttons on his shirt.
“We could stop.” He lifted her off the ground and set her on the desk, pulling her sweater up.
“Well, maybe just this one time.” She raised her arms, offering him assistance in getting her sweater off, his hand sweeping over her lacy beige bra while he kissed her neck.
“God, you taste good,” he murmured into her skin.
She tilted her head, her gaze landing on his open blinds.
Crap. She pressed her hand to his chest. “We don’t need an audience,” she said and moved off the desk, taking no chances that any employees in the building next door got a show.
“Good thinking.” He removed his shirt, tossing it in the chair that also held her sweater, and maneuvered around his desk, opening his drawer.
“What are you doing?” she asked, glancing behind her bare shoulder.
“Grabbing a condom.”
She tilted her head at that news. “You have condoms at work?”
He shrugged and shot over a sexy, crooked smile. “I might have fantasized this morning while you were in the shower that we’d have hot office sex on my desk.”
She laughed and closed the blinds. Could this moment get any hotter?
When she turned, she met the gaze of the man she loved. The man who’d given her his heart yesterday—along with a Christmas tree. A tree that shortly after the holidays, they would take up to Hank and Sylvie’s tree farm in Connecticut and plant in the couple’s greenhouse.
Hopefully in the spring, they’d be able to plant their future Christmas tree in a permanent place to grow until they were ready to bring it home one day.
One day. She liked the sound of that.
While standing in the Christmas-tree lot, listening to Ryan profess his love, she’d finally realized that all her living in the moments with Ryan, from their lunches at work to their first kiss on the football field to making love, had been their unplanned steps toward falling in love. Real moments that trumped any silly plan.
She knew in her heart that Ryan was the right man for her, the only one.
She walked back to the desk, wanting to do something for him, show him that this time she would be in the driver’s seat. Slowly unbuckling his pants, she took the condom from his hand and set it on the desk. “We aren’t going to need it this morning,” she said. Eyes hooded, she bent down and positioned herself on her knees, moving his blue boxers down his legs. She ran her hands up his strong calves before taking his hard erection into her mouth.
“Sarah…” he whispered, his hands massaging her shoulders.
So far Ryan had been the giver in this relationship.
Relationship.
Her heart fluttered. They were starting something that she knew would last a lifetime.
She wanted to show him she could anticipate his needs, too. Be the reason he came completely undone in the best way possible.
His fingers burrowed into her hair as she lightly circled his tip with her tongue and then slid her mouth back and forth, increasing her suction until his muscles trembled. From there, it didn’t take her long to push him over the edge, with a groan she hoped the door muffled. Her hands massaged his legs, enjoying the feel of his body as he released his pleasure.
He reached down and gently pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She kissed his earlobe and whispered, “I love you, Ryan Wright, and I’m not going anywhere.”
She moved her head back and caught the look of relief in his eyes.
“I like the sound of that,” he murmured, holding her tight.
She smiled. “Me, too.”
“I love you, Sarah.” He kissed her lips and gathered her papers where he’d flung them earlier. “I’m so glad I needed Logan to sign my supplier’s contract and you were able to give me a few minutes to find it.”
She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “It did save me another trip down the hall. Unless you’ll need him to sign more paperwork this afternoon?” She casually walked over to his guest chair, grabbing their discarded clothes and handing his shirt to him with a flirtatious grin.
“I could definitely see that happening.” He winked, putting his shirt on and buttoning it up. “You ready for lunch?”
She slid her sweater over her head and glanced down at her watch. “It’s not even eleven.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He moved around his desk, pulling out a plastic bag containing the chocolate chip cookies Bridget had given him. “The fantasy I had this morning doesn’t even compare to the one I have for us this afternoon. We’re going to need a lot of sustenance.”
She raced to the door, flinging it open. “I’ll go get my lunch.”
As they walked down the hallway, they tried to act like nothing had happened in his office. Ryan stopped at the entrance to the cafeteria. “I’ll see you in there.”
Sarah nodded and tossed him a huge smile. “Sounds like a plan.”
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