Page 40 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
My thumb finds her clit, rubbing in circles until she cries out. “Please, what, Angel?”
“Please fuck me,” she begs, bucking her hips against me, teetering on the edge.
I surge inside her, and she screams, coming instantly. Seconds later, I follow her over the edge, every muscle in my body straining against her as my balls draw up and I empty myself inside her.
I collapse on top of her, and her arms come around me, holding me, enveloping me in her loving embrace. This is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get, in the arms of my angel.
Epilogue
Lily
One Year Later
My heart races like a kid in a toy shop as my husband walks into the office. Every time I see him, it’s like a shock to my system. He grows more handsome by the day.
He fills out a suit like no one else I know, with his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. I had my legs wrapped around that waist last night as he nearly fucked me off the bed. My pussy clenches now at the memory of our rough lovemaking. Just as well all the little love bites he marked me with are hidden beneath my clothes.
Today is our wedding anniversary. We’ve been married one whole year, and we still can’t keep ourhands off each other. Daisy was able to make it back to be my bridesmaid after a particularly tough time, which her town sheriff helped her through.
The workplace went mad with gossip when they heard the boss was marrying his assistant, but it soon died down, and now it’s as if we’ve always been together.
I was determined to keep things as normal as possible in the office. I don’t expect special treatment—I’m still treated as an employee and won’t take a pay rise unless the rest of the staff is also due one. I keep Callum on his game professionally and personally, and if we have disagreements at work, we never take them home.
Two weeks after we returned from Houston, Miller Cooper was officially charged with sexual abuse and sexual harassment. Thanks to my testimony and those of three other women who came forward, he was sentenced to six years in prison last month. No doubt he’ll be out in half that, but his career and marriage are over. No one will touch a sex offender in his late fifties. I’m not a vindictive person, but that makes me happy.
Ashton Stanton played a big part in Miller’s fate, and I had the pleasure of meeting him and his wife, Ivy, when they visited a few weeks after our trip to Houston.We made dinner for them at our apartment, and Ivy and I hit it off immediately, having a similar outlook and humor. A couple of years younger than me, it’s clear to see the adoration she and Ashton have for each, despite their eighteen-year age gap. Just goes to show that love doesn’t discriminate.
Callum comes to a halt in front of me where I’m standing at the copier machine, and his eyes heat up as they sweep over me in my simple white blouse and knee-length black skirt. He was already gone when I woke this morning, leaving early to get to his meeting, so we didn’t get to eat breakfast together like we usually do.
The way he’s looking at me now has my blood heating up, despite the fantastic orgasms he gave me last night. I always want him. He completes me. I can’t even contemplate life without him now.
“Can you come into my office, please, Lily,” he says politely, aware of the eyes and ears of other employees pretending not to listen.
“Sure,” I smile, closing the lid of the copy machine and following him into his office.
He pulls me into his arms the second I close the door behind me and kisses me breathless. “Morning,Angel,” he mutters against my mouth. “I missed my kiss this morning.”
“Me too,” I sigh, running my tongue along his bottom lip. “I don’t like it when you have early meetings.”
“I know, and I’m sorry, especially today of all days. Happy anniversary, wife.” He smiles down at me.
“Happy anniversary, husband,” I grin, threading my hands through his dark hair and tugging his head down for another kiss.
“I bought you a gift,” Callum says, pulling a small box from his pocket and handing it to me.
I tug the pretty red ribbon from the box and open the little catch, gasping as I see the beautiful, diamond-encrusted eternity ring sitting inside. I dash away my tears, lifting my eyes back to the loving silver gaze of my husband.
“Happy first anniversary, Angel,” Callum says again. “You’re my soul mate. I love every single thing about you. I love your mind. I fucking love every curve of your body. I love your little snores when you’re asleep, but most of all, I love the way yousuck my?—"
I cover his mouth with mine, ignoring his chuckle as I kiss him passionately. I pull back to look at him, seeing the love blazing from his eyes as he slips the ring on my finger.
“Your gift is in the top drawer of your desk,” I tell him with a wicked grin.
“Oh?” He kisses me hard and releases me, crossing to his desk and retrieving the package I stashed there this morning.
He returns to stand beside me, tearing the paper from the box and lifting the lid. He frowns as he sees our wedding picture inside, and then his eyes fall to the pregnancy test tucked down the side with the little note taped to it.
Can’t wait to meet you, Daddy.
