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He lets go of my lips and arches his brows. “Hmm, we’ll have to do something about that.”

I blush under his hooded stare and sensual smirk. He pushes his computer to the side, clearing a space. Then he gently lifts me off his lap and places me on the desk. Anticipation grows in my gut as he closes the space between us.

I rest on my elbows as he grips my thighs and parts them as wide as possible, exposing my drenched sex. My breath quickens at his show of dominance, and my mind is hazy with desire.

Without warning, he ducks down and gives the sensitive bud an eager flick of his tongue, then closes his mouth over it and sucks. I cry out, moaning and angling my hips, offering myself to him.

“Grayson,” I whimper.

I dig my nails into his scalp, my hips rising to his torturous ministrations and twisting in sexual frustration when he takes his mouth away, just as I get to the edge. I’m gasping for breath, my head tilted back and my eyes closed. I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and let out a moan when he suddenly eases himself inside me.

I breathe out slowly, my slick walls gripping him tightly. He leans down to meet me, invading my mouth with his tongueas my hips arch to allow him deeper inside me. He begins to thrust, hitting places inside me where no one has been before, stretching me and filling me to the fullest.

His hand slides down between our bodies to move against my clit, and I buck hard at the dual sensation—his cock sliding in and out, and his skilled fingers wreaking havoc on my clit. My breath comes in ragged pants as he keeps up the rhythm, and I scream as the tension inside me shatters. I come with a shaky sigh, my inner muscles clenching around his pumping length. He keeps his rhythm steady, trying to make the pleasure last, growling as he gives into his own pleasure and comes inside me, raining kisses on my lips, my neck, and my trembling breasts.

As the quaking inside me slowly fades, he whispers words of praise and love into my ear, and I know that I’m exactly where I belong.

Epilogue

Grayson

Six Years Later…

I smile as I watch the nanny chase my sons around the house. Sophia gave birth to Keith and his twin brother Kevin five years ago. That was the proudest moment of my life—standing beside her with our newborn boys in my arms. It’s hard to match the image of those sweet, innocent babies to the young boys giving the nanny so much trouble now.

At this rate, we’re going to be late for the event if I don’t intervene. Sophia is doing an exhibition of her latest photography collection, showcasing Seattle and its people. After she finished college, she interned under the most prestigious studio in the city. Since then, she has evolved into one of the most sought-after photographers in the city. Her work, especially a photography collection of schoolchildren in the city, has been featured in magazines all over the country. She’s also won many awards.

I’m so proud of her and her achievements. It makes me happy to watch Sophia pursue something she has so much passion for. And surprisingly, her passion has infected me. I’ve also begun showing some interest in photography. I’ve been spending more time in her studio, and last week I bought a camera for myself. Of course Sophia has been teasing me about copying her, but I know she loves sharing this interest with me.

By the time I arrive at the exhibition, the event is already well underway. Most of the important guests have arrived—the mayor, expert critics, and the chief editor of the leading art magazine in the region.

Sophia dazzles the crowd, as usual. Her exhibition is a display of people going about their normal lives. The police officer helping an elderly woman cross the street, young lovers walking hand in hand, children playing under the supervision of their conversing parents at the city park, a homeless man feeding a street cat. Each picture is captured from a unique angle and tells a story at a glance. They’re wonderful showpieces, and I don’t fail to notice that the final picture is a portrait of Daryl smiling as a kid.

Last we heard, Daryl had done well in rehab and seemed on the way to recovery. I met with him and made it clear that he would stay away from Sophia in the future, and he agreed.

And Sophia has grown, the longer she’s been away from her brother. I know she still cares for him, but now that she’s been away from him and tasted what a life without his cruelty can be like, she doesn’t want to go back. She agrees that staying away from him is what’s best—for her and for our family.

At the end of her presentation, she receives a standing ovation and my heart swells with pride. She has worked so hard to get to where she is, and she deserves all the recognition she’s getting.

***

Later that night, the exhibition seems like a lifetime ago. The kids are tucked in bed and asleep for the night, and the nanny has gone home. I’m sitting beside my wife in our suite, my gaze intense and smoldering.

The house is finally silent, and I can ravish her the way I’ve wanted to all day.

“I have a gift for you,” I say darkly, the tone of my voice already suggesting what kind of gift this will be.

She raises her eyebrows, letting out a little giggle. “Oh? What did I do to deserve such a thing?”

I shake my head, smiling down at her. “For the woman you are, you deserve so much more than this.” I hand her a small box, which she opens eagerly.

“Ooohhh,” she gasps, lifting up the lingerie inside, a delicate scrap of lace. “Can I put it on right now?”

I grin. “I thought we could have a little photo shoot.”

It isn’t long before Sophia is spread out before me on the soft rug in front of the fireplace, her creamy skin glowing in the light as I begin to snap photos. She moves into a pose that highlights her full breasts, which somehow seem bigger than I’ve ever seen them, even though I’m well acquainted with those breasts by now.

Lace trails over her curves, and she spreads her legs teasingly. My mouth dries at the sight of the tiny piece of fabric that hides her pussy from my view. I can almost see her lips peeking out on either side of it.

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