I loved tasting her, but I wanted to be inside of her even more. I grabbed onto her thighs, yanking them up around my waist so her pussy was in the air. Then I guided myself into her eager little hole and thrust.
The blush of the last orgasm was still tinting her cheeks, but she was already moaning as I pumped inside of her.
The last coherent thought I had before my brain exploded with ecstasy was how I was not sure how I ever thought that this could be meaningless. Being with Daisy wasn’t just sex. It was much more than that. It was intimate, it was affectionate, it was personal, it was deep, it was… love.
We collapsed into a heap on the bed, our bodies dripping wet with bathwater and bubbles and sex. And somehow our lips found their way into a kiss, and she only pulled away to whisper.
“I love you.”
EPILOGUE | ONE YEAR LATER
DAISY
“Oh fuck,” I moaned before I could stop myself. I planted a hand on the grass cloth bathroom wall, steadying myself as Caleb thrusted into me from behind. I felt his heavy hand clamp over my mouth, silencing me as I climaxed, and I know it’s for the best; we shouldn’t be doing this here, we shouldn’t be doing this now. But even after a year together, we still have an insatiable need for each other.
Caleb grunted into my neck and we came together. His hand slid away from my mouth, gliding over my chest and squeezing through the thin fabric of my cocktail dress.
I braced myself against the bathroom wall for several seconds, panting for breath as my body recovered. Caleb’s chest pressed against me, and my heart swelled in my chest.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered into my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said. I pulled my panties up and roll my skin-tight dress back down over my hips, then I turned to inspect Caleb as he readjusts his suit.
“Looking good,” I said, then add with a wink, “No one will guess you just had a quickie in the bathroom with your charity director.”
“That’s too bad,” Caleb lamented. “If they did, maybe they’d stop flirting with the boss’s girl.”
“Jealous, Mr. Preston?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Protective,” he corrected me. “I like guarding what’s mine.”
I smiled, letting him drop a kiss on my cheek before I twist the lock on the bathroom door.
I adjusted my skirt one last time, then I slipped through the door. Luckily the marble corridor of the Preston Hotel is empty, and nobody was there to witness my post-quickie exit stroll.
Caleb followed a few seconds later, and he catches up with me as I walked towards the ballroom of the Preston Hotel.
Tonight was a big night for both of us, and for multiple reasons.
For a start, today marks the one-year anniversary of the day I handed in my official letter of resignation at Bellamy Day School. The decision to leave Bellamy was bittersweet, but Caleb made it a bit easier to rip off the band aid when he offered me the position of Director of Operations at the Preston Foundation, the hotel’s own in-house non-profit organization. I had spent so much time telling Caleb how much I wanted to make a difference, and after a lot of listening (and giving it some careful consideration) he decided to give me the opportunity to change the world. One baby-step at a time.
In the year that followed, I poured my heart and soul into the position. With the help of Preston Foundation’s staff (and the funding of a billion-dollar company to back me up), I forged ahead with plans for a new charity. The idea was simple: I wanted to create a safe space for kids to go. Any kids, rich, poor, and everything in between. I wanted everyone to feel welcome. I wanted every kid to feel like they had a home away from home, and somewhere they could turn when they needed help or security. Or just a PB&J at the end of a hard day.
We went back and forth about how to make this possible, and we kept hitting a snag on one logistical nightmare, where could we create these spaces? We had considered everything from leasing a vacant commercial property to setting up shop in an unused school classroom. When Emmy heard us weighing pros and cons of our location options, she chimed in with a question of her own, why would we need to rent a space, when we already had so much of it?
We had the answer to our problems right under our noses the whole time, the Preston Hotel! The hotel had an abundance of free space, and after making a few calls, Caleb confirmed that a conference room and kitchen had been cordoned off for us to use. We got a design team in to redesign the space and make it more kid-friendly.
To honor the inspiration behind this initiative, we decided to name the charity Emmy’s Place. And tonight, we were celebrating the launch of our very first Emmy’s Place location, right here in Manhattan’s Preston Hotel.
This was just the beginning. Next month we’ll cut the ribbon on ten more Emmy’s Place locations in other Preston Hotels, and there are already talks to continue spreading throughout the nation, and eventually, beyond that.
Emmy has played a huge role in the charity, but she hasn’t let it all go to her head, in fact, she’s managed to stay pretty humble. She will be graduating from kindergarten next week, and then she’ll be moving on to grade school. She couldn’t be more different from the shy little girl I first met at Bellamy Day, and I feel proud to be a part of her childhood.
Caleb gets some of the credit, too. He stepped up to the plate and readily accepted the responsibility of caring for Emmy, and he never looked back. Emmy’s mom, Calista, got herself back into a rehab program a few months ago, and she’s due to graduate to a sober
living community soon. She hopes to be involved in Emmy’s life someday, but for the time being she thinks it’s best that Caleb and I continue to give Emmy a stable and loving home.
The three of us may have come together in an unconventional way, but we’re a family.