“Perfect.”
He nods curly, turning to Abby. “Ma’am, you’ve got a good one here.”
“I know,” she says quietly, slipping her fingers into mine.”
Willis turns back. “Tomorrow then. Oh, and Jennings?”
He frowns.
“Put some fucking pants on.”
Abby cracks up, falling into me with the sheets wrapped around her and laughing until tears come to her eyes. Me? I just hold her. That’s all. Fuck, that’s all I ever want to do now that I’ve got her back in my arms. Hold her, love her, and never let her go.
“I mean, pants might not be a terrible idea,” she giggles, pulling tight to me but glancing down between us with a mischievous grin. “You know, until everyone leaves?”
I grin. “Oh no what happens when everyone leaves, Mrs. Jennings?”
Abby blushes furiously and I chuckle. But then, thoughts of exactly what I want to do to this woman start teasing through my brain, and I growl as I pull her just a little tighter into me.
She gasps quietly.
“Are you… are you seriously getting hard right now?”
I grin. “And?”
Her eyes go wide. “Colm, there are like seventy people in here.”
“Yeah but look who’s all snuggled against me with just a goddamn sheet wrapped around her, and there’s your answer,” I growl quietly.
My wife beams, face flushed as she pulls tight to me, leaning up to kiss me. “You are insatiable, Mr. Jennings.”
“Oh, trust me, baby girl,” I purr back into her lips. “As soon as I get these asshole out of my place, I’m gonna show you exactly how insatiable I am when it comes to you.”
She kisses me softly before pulling back. “This new job… you’re really just behind a desk?”
“Really and truly. I’m the coach now. Not the quarterback.”
“No bullets, no guns, no blood on your shirt when you get home?”
“Only if the parking garage attendant is having a real shitty day.”
She rolls her eyes. “Not funny.”
“Kinda funny though.” I grin, leaning down to kiss her again. “But no, angel. None of that shit. Not anymore.”
“And you’re not gonna miss it?”
I could say that her words give me pause or make me think long and hard. But, that’s not the truth. The truth is, I can answer without a second’s hesitation.
“Hell no,” I growl as I lean in, and when my lips touch hers, it’s the only confirmation either of us needs.
She’s a light I never thought I’d know. She’s the sweetness I never thought I’d taste. She’s the saving grace I never thought I’d find.
And she’s mine. Mine to have, mine to hold. To honor, mine to comfort. Mine to keep.
But mostly, she’s mine to love. And that’s exactly what I plan on doing from now to eternity.
Epilogue
Abby
I cry out, breath fogging the glass against my face as pleasure ripples through me. I whimper for more, hissing his name as I feel his thick, pulsing cock drive deep, filling me with every inch of him.
“Harder,” I pant, mouth going slack and fingers clawing at the seat cushion as his hands grip my waist tighter. Colm groans, his hips crashing into me again and again, fingers digging into my skin possessively, like he’s never going to let me go as he fucks me over and over with that gorgeous, perfect cock of his. One hand comes down with a sharp spank on my ass, making me squeal in pleasure, one hand palming the side window in front of me, smearing the fogged glass.
His hand slides up my back, teasing under my gown and sliding around to cup one of my full breasts. I moan as his fingers tease my nipple, his cock swelling inside of me as his balls slap my clit. I can feel my soaked panties stretched tight around my knees, and the metal of his belt buckle teasing against the back of my thigh as he thrusts into me, driving me higher and higher as I my entire body sizzles with heat.
“You’re—oh fuck, Colm!” I gasp, shuddering as a mini-climax ripples through me. “You’re going to be late for your own gala.”
He grunts, leaning over me and letting his teeth graze my ear. I whimper, panting as I reach back to slide my fingers into his hair, keeping him there as I close my eyes and melt against him. His hips keep rolling, driving that gorgeous, thick cock in and out of me, keeping me right on that edge, ready to tumble for him.
“Well, it is my gala.”
“But—fuck. But it’s kind of important, babe.”
He grunts. “They can wait.”
I grin in spite of myself, gasping as he plunges into me.
By “they,” my husband means the CIA, members of Congress, the senate oversight committee, a few high-profile investors, and—oh, right—the freaking Vice President.
And here we are about to walk in fifteen—no, more like forty-five minutes late, looking like, well, like we both just got fucked.