“That was a life I had to live… And it was only to bring me to you. We’ve got the rest of ours together, if you want,” he says.
“Is that some kind of a proposal?” I hear myself ask in that same tone I had when we first met. Only a day ago.
“It’s a promise,” Harry croons. “Now turn around so I can scrub your back.”
But I’m already halfway there.
On all fours for my man as I open the hot water faucet.
Giving plenty of steam to the water I can already feel bubbling with this thing between us.
Not thethingHarry used to do. Whatever that was…
It’s that new thing he does.
And boy, does he do it well.
Epilogue
Megan
Three months later
“It is a desk job, Mom… Just at a different… Place….,” I tell her.
Struggling to keep the phone in my hand as I reason to myself I’m not lying.
My naked chest pressed flat on Harry’s oak top desk as he pretends to try and keep quiet.
Doing that thing he does best, while I tell my mom I have a new job as his secretary.
Which technically I do. But we’re not exactly getting much work done.
On the other hand, I’m noticing my particular case is the only one Harry wants to focus on, and for good by the looks.
“Anyway… If you’re sure you won’t be coming home to stay, your dad and I were wondering if you’d mind. About your room?” she asks.
“My… Room….,” I repeat back. Stifling another loud moan as my eyes widen.
Harry’s fingers and tongue tuning up his favorite instrument. Ready to give another standing ovation performance.
“Yeah,” Mom continues. “Your dad and I were just deciding on a color scheme… You got any ideas?” she asks.
But I only make a low grunting sound. The slap of my body against hard varnished wood hopefully sounding like I’m as busy at work as I’ve made out to be.
“Well. It sounds like you’re enjoying it, honey.” Mom sighs. “As long as that new boss of yours, what’s his name? Harry… As long as he’s not working you too hard?”
“No… Never… Too…Hard— Oh Jesus, Harry!” I call out, covering my mouth as I hear his low growl from below.
“Megan, what is it? What’s going on?” My mom gasps. Suddenly forgetting all about the plans for my room or my new job at Harry’s Private Dick LLC.
“Nothing Ma. Look I gotta go, just spilled something is all… I’ll call you… Later….,” I wheeze. Hanging up the phone and letting it slip from my hands so I can grip the edges of the desk.
“How’s your mom?” Harry asks between mouthfuls of my quaking pussy.
My eyes so out of focus and rolling back into my head, I can’t even develop the thought to even begin a reply.
The best I have for him right now is a little squeak, followed by another long moan.