Milly EPILOGUE

Dear Milly,

I have a special project that I need you for tonight. I need your hands, your mind, and your obedience.

Meet me in my office precisely at 5 pm.

Take the elevator up and don’t be late.

-Ty

p.s- As an associate you’re on salary now- but we can negotiate a bonus for your services.

A special late-night project! He needs my hands!

Thanks god for his hands working. They still feel like they light a match when he runs them over my skin. This time I’m bringing the champagne and strawberries. I know he secretly built a room for us to go- attached to his own office. I haven’t seen it, but there was no way to hide the expenses and the contractors working to build it the last few weeks. I could have broken in to see it, but I want to be surprised. I’m amazed he’s done it all for me.

For him too I guess- for us.

I pack the champagne and strawberries in a box and carry it to the elevator. Everyone else has gone home- probably. But I like the idea of having our own place to go. I don’t need to get fucked in the filing room or the elevator- or everywhere else. Just with him is good enough for me, and I hope for him.

I hit the button for the top floor with my ass since my hands are full with the box of champagne and strawberries, and I race up to his office.

I’m so happy my presence didn’t screw anything gup for the last contract. It would have without Ty and his partners’ help. The board thanking me and offering a job were so flattering but telling them no thanks was even better. I had a job. Associate at Dalton, Reed and Associates, and assistant to Ty Dalton.

And office whore.

And sometimes elevator slut. I got used to elevator slut pretty quickly.

I walk out the elevator and his office is empty. But the new door to his surprise room is cracked open. I walk through and am blinded by the beauty. Floor-to-ceiling windows have a stunning view of the city, the carpet is thick, plush, soft as anything I’ve ever walked on.

The whole room is a bed.

A desk and bench and boxes of La Perla and what must be toys sit against the wall.

It’s so beautiful I almost cry as Ty steps towards me from the corner.

“So?” he asks.

“It’s beautiful.” He takes the box from my arms- “I opened it. Champagne and strawberries for us. I could use a drink.”

“To celebrate?” he asks.

“Of course.” He wraps me in his arms and kisses me, hard and wet and perfect.

“I can’t believe you opened it without me. Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
“Show me.”
He takes my hand and his face turns white. “Where is it?”
“What?”
“The ring.”
I catch my breath. What did he say?

“Are you teasing me?”

“Ring?”

He takes me by the hand, pulling me out to his office, and out to the elevators. He smashed the call button and the doors open. He pulls me in with him, then runs his hands over the floor buttons, and searches the floor of the elevator before cursing and crumpling back towards the elevator wall. He looks up at me, crestfallen for a moment, then he flashes those dimples. “So much for surprises.”

“Ty-”

“I was greedy. I wanted to watch you with the ring and the room all at once.”

“A ring?”

“I’ll buy another.” He bends to one knee and takes my hand. “I still want an answer, even without the ring.”

“I lost your ring?”

“No, I did. Give me an answer so I can laugh about losing thirty grand.”

“How much?”

He smiles, “Milly, will you marry me? Before my knee gives out?”

“Yes, of course. Always.”

He wraps his arms around me as my eyes search the elevator. “I can’t believe I lost it.” I wasn’t going to forgive myself for this. I have everything- more than I ever dreamed of, but it hurts to have ruined his moment, all of his work.

He squeezes my ass and laughs in my ear. “I can’t believe I found it.”

I hear tape peal and my dress pull away as he brings a red envelope up between us.

“Usually that’s the first place I look.” He tears the paper open and takes my hand to slip it on. It’s dazzling. “I won’t make that mistake again.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he hugs me tight enough to stop me from blubbering.

“This is why I need you,” he whispers. “I thought I lost a thirty-thousand-dollar ring and ruined all my plans, but none of it mattered when I looked up at you. It all melted off in an instant.”

I held him tighter.

“And then your ass saved my ass.”

I bit my lip to stop laughing.

“So what do you think future Mrs. Dalton?”

“I think you’re being too easy one me. I ruined your surprise and all your hard work, and I deserve to be punished.”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

I’m already wet as he scoops me into his arms and takes me back through his office, into the sun-drenched room with the pillowy carpet.

“I love you, Ty Dalton.”

“I love you Milly Dalton. Now pull your skirt up and your panties down.”

His mouth covered my pussy as soon as I did, and he drank me in like nectar, sucking and licking and driving me wild. My knees began to give way, he just threw my legs over his shoulders and delved in deeper, sucking my clit as his fingers slid into my wetness, in and out of my pussy until I shuddered into ecstasy.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped, my heels digging into his back, my flesh against his lapping tongue. I moaned and felt my whole body collapsing.

He came up to kiss me, I could taste myself in his mouth and feel the heat of his erection through his pants.

“I want to fuck you,” I begged. My pussy was on fire. I desperately wanted his cock inside me.

“I’m going to come in your pussy,” he tells me. “Do you want that? Do you want my cum inside you?”

“Yes, Boss.”

I slid down onto his length, settling on his hips.

I started to ride him, grinding my pussy down into his crotch. I squeezed my muscles hard around him, my pussy already

Contracting, ready to blow again.

He began to thrust up into me as I rolled my hips, feeling his swollen cock growing even bigger inside of me as I rode him. There was no stopping now, either of them.

The look on his face alone was enough to send me over, but the anticipation was so delicious I tried to hold out.

My orgasm shook us both, Ty groaned, shuddering as he burying himself all the way, and came inside me.

I felt every pulse of his swollen cock as I and clutched him, trying to hang on..

“Do you always want your husband to come inside you?”

“Yes, Boss,” I tell him. “Please, Fiancé.”