Page 34 of Forbidden Virgin

Epilogue

Five years later…

Graham twistedthe key in the handle. He should have gotten his own birthday off from work, but an important meeting kept him busy. Besides, Kate had promised she’d get him a gift he’d love—and he in turn promised he’d be home in time to give little Jackson a bath and put him to sleep.

When he opened the door though, a flash had him squinting his eyes, and a loud “Surpriiiise” in unison made him blink. Oh, Kate. He should have known.

A couple dozen of his closest friends and family members stood in his spacious living room. Sheri waved at him, next to her boyfriend of two years. Jacob lifted a flute of champagne, while Anna kissed Jackson’s head.

Kate sashayed to him wearing an elegant halter-top white dress. “Happy forty-fifth birthday, love,” she said, and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks. Thanks, everyone,” he said, and lifted his hand to greet the friends who shouted his name.

“Daddy,” Jackson said, running to his arms. “There’s birthday cake,” he said, pointing at the two-tier cake at the corner of an impeccable table of canapés and hot dishes.

“I missed you buddy,” he said, and gave his three-year-old a hug. Jackson’s sparkling green eyes—like his mother’s— flickered with happiness.

Little jolts of joy moved through Graham during the next hour. What else could he ask for? His business had never looked better, and ever since the birth of their son, Jacob had stretched an olive branch to him and their friendship had been repaired. In fact, they were even closer now after everything.

“Do you like it?” Kate whispered in his ear.

He took a sip of his champagne. “Not the surprise I had in mind, but amazing party.”

“Oh, the night’s not over. Come to our room,” she said, and winked at him.

He watched her disappear into the crowd discreetly, and after a few minutes did the same. Excitement throbbed inside him when he entered their master bedroom.

“Kate?” he called.

“Here,” she answered from the walk-in closet. “I don’t want anyone to hear us,” she said, and closed the French doors behind him after he joined her.

“Yes, I know how you like to get loud,” he said, placing her on the counter where usually she set clothes before putting them on. She opened her legs, and reached for his belt, unbuckling it.

“Only with you,” she said.

A gift he would never take for granted. She pulled down his pants and boxers, and he helped her, kicking them to the side. She stroked his cock, and he groaned. Didn’t matter how often they screwed; each time a part of him found more pleasure in her touch.

He captured her lips with his for a kiss, and like usual, soon they were breathless, forehead against forehead, eyes semi-closed. His blood traveled to his dick quicker than he could speak.

“I want to watch you fucking me,” she said, and pointed at the full-length mirror to the left side.

What had he done to deserve this crazy, adventurous, vibrant woman? He didn’t know but he’d spend the end of his days earning her love.

He positioned himself behind her and placed her in front of the mirror. She touched the edge of the counter for support, and he snuck his hand into her dress. She quivered against him, her eyes pinned on the mirror. He couldn’t help but watch them with peaked interest.

“You’re so hot, Kate,” he said, fondling her breasts under the fabric. Motherhood had only made them bigger. He groaned against her ear, and she moaned—low at first, but then he had to put a finger into her mouth to distract her and keep her from revealing their quickie to the guests downstairs.

He pulled the hem of her dress, and pulled her to him until their bodies molded perfectly. She arched toward him, and he thrust his cock inside her pussy. She parted her lips, sucking his index finger, her eyes so focused on him that he almost came too fast. “Later we’ll do this the right away,” he said. “Now we just need to get off.”

He flicked her clit, and she shook her head from side to side but he stilled her, lifting her jaw so she would stare at her reflection. “Look at yourself, Kate. You’re gorgeous. I love you more than I did five years ago when we got married.”

“I love you too, baby,” she whimpered. “So much.”

He intensified the flicking of her tender bundle, as he thrust into her, quick, fast and hard—giving them what they both needed. Soon she shook, pleasure hitting her but she didn’t take her eyes off of the mirror and neither did he.

He released himself into her, groaning, growling and trembling.

When they both stood upright, she recomposed her dress then said, “Remember the surprise I mentioned?”

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