EPILOGUE
eight months later
Wyatt clicked through to a different report, scrolling through the last two years of numbers for a tech company he was considering investing in, but the numbers were blurring at the edges. He pushed his glasses atop his head and rubbed his eyes. He’d worked right through dinner and suddenly he felt both brain dead and famished. He wasn’t used to this kind of late-night schedule anymore.
Kelsey had told him she’d be studying with a group at the culinary institute tonight and wouldn’t be home until late. Apparently, soufflé baking was kicking all their asses. But he was determined to stay awake so he could see her before bed. He had a surprise for her he couldn’t wait to share. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned, the sound echoing off the walls of his home office, and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a minute.
Maybe just a little power nap.
“Egg white omelet with spinach and cheddar and two slices of turkey bacon, extra crispy,” a soft voice said. “Would you like coffee with that, Mr. Austin?”
Wyatt’s eyes snapped open, and he pulled his glasses back down. Kelsey, like a vision from a dream he was on the verge of having, smiled and set a plate in front of him, leaning over far enough so that he saw straight down her top—her waitress top. Oh, fuck, yes.Author: Roni Loren
He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice. “Coffee sounds fantastic.”
She set his mug down and straightened, giving him the full view of her outfit. She hadn’t worked at the Sugarcane again after the day with Howie Miller, but apparently she’d kept the outfit he’d fantasized about one too many times. But instead of tennis shoes, she was wearing the highest, sexiest white leather boots he’d ever seen. And her long blonde hair was in that ponytail he loved so much. All his blood rushed straight south, and any remnants of exhaustion drained right out of him.
“Working too hard, I see,” she said, a mischievous smile touching her glossed lips.
“No. I believe I’m sleeping . . . and dreaming.”
She placed her palms flat on the desk and brushed her lips against his. “Not asleep.”
He slid a hand along her waist and pulled her down until she was straddling his lap. “This outfit always drove me crazy. I defiled every part of it in my fantasies while I was sitting in that booth.”
“You’re a naughty man, Wyatt Austin,” Kelsey said, bending down and kissing him. “And a hard one.”
She wiggled her ass against him, drawing a shudder from him. “Hey, hot girl on lap. What else am I supposed to do?”
She smiled and undulated her hips, dragging her body along the length of his shaft and sending darts of fuck yeah through all his good parts.
“Definitely not sleeping” he said, groaning as his erection swelled to full force. He slid his hand beneath her panties and brushed her smooth, damp skin. “You’re good at this lap stuff, love.”
She smirked. “No shit. I used to get paid for it and everything. Though, I would’ve cut off a guy’s balls if he tried to do what you’re doing right now.”
He ran the pad of his thumb over her slippery nub, and her eyelids went half-mast. “I would’ve stolen you off that stage, would’ve never let any man you didn’t want near you looking at you that way, touching you. I’m jealous that any of those scumbags got to see you like this.”
“Never like this, sir. Let me show you what I never showed them,” she said, leaning down to nip at his bottom lip. “I’m asking permission to take a little bit of control tonight.”
His eyebrows crept upward. She’d never shown any inclination to dominate him in all these months. Though, he had set up a few scenes at The Ranch where he’d watched her dominate a male sub then fucked her while the other guy enjoyed the view. He knew that Kelsey wasn’t a full switch, but dominance did feed something inside her and he didn’t want to deny her that. Plus, he found it impossibly hot watching her manage someone else, knowing that at the end of it all, she’d kneel down and give up all that power to him.
He wasn’t sure he was capable of playing submissive even for a little while. But for her, he’d give anything a try. “What’d you have in mind, love?”
She slid off his lap and went to his laptop. She pulled her iPod from her pocket and plugged it in. She turned to him and smiled, her fingers teasing at the top button on her blouse. “So I couldn’t find my cheerleader outfit to fulfill your exact high school fantasy, but I hope this will fit the bill.”
“Oh, love, nothing’s hotter than you in this little waitress getup.”
“Good.” She let the first button slide through. “Then let me dance for you.”
His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth at the thought. Knowing Kelsey had stripped for a living put a pit in his stomach. He hated that she’d had to sell herself like that. But he’d be a lying bastard if he said he hadn’t thought about how fucking sexy she must’ve looked up there on that stage. How it must’ve felt to be one of those guys she turned her pretty blue eyes on.
“Baby, you don’t have to—I know—” Logical speech alluded him.
Her lips curled in a slow, knowing smile. “You can’t even talk you’re so turned on.”
He tilted his head back against his chair. “I’m a dirty, perverted excuse for a boyfriend.”
“Exactly how I like you.” She moved forward, sauntering on those heels like she was in flats, and moved his plate and coffee to the credenza on the far side of the office. Then she stepped back in front of his desk, her eyes meeting his. “You’re not allowed to touch me. Yet. But you have permission to touch yourself if the spirit moves you.”