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He presses a kiss to my shoulder and rubs my back with an open palm as I breathe against his chest.

"You and me now," he whispers. "Just you and me."

And my heart soars.

Epilogue

Mr. Lennox — Three Months Later

I didn't wantanything to disrupt the evening's plans, but then that stupid little red light on my desk phone lights up.

I grab the bouquet of red roses from my desk and impatiently hit the button to let my assistant through.

"What's up?" I say, grabbing my suit jacket from the back of my chair.

"Mr. Lennox," she says, "there's a call for you."

I let out a sharp breath as I check the time. I can spare a few minutes, but I don't want to risk being late to see my future wife.

"Mr. Lennox?"

I shrug my jacket on.

"Can it wait?"

"I'm afraid it's urgent," my assistant says.

"It's only urgent if it's Opal."

"It is Opal, sir."

A huge grin breaks across my face.

"Send it through," I say, "and tell anyone looking for me that I've left for the day and won't be back for 100 years."

She huffs a tiny laugh through her nose.

"I will do that, sir."

I carefully put the flowers back on my desk, my cock springing up when I hear Opal's sweet voice dancing through the phone.

"Hi," she whispers flirtatiously.

I scramble to hit the button to take it off speakerphone, knocking down file folders and a row of pens. With a few quick strides, I go to the door and lock it.

I sprint back to my desk and grab the phone, palming my cock through my suit pants, groaning as I feel the tip already leaking out drops of precum.

"What's your name?" I say, all of the blood in my body rushing to my cock.

"It's Opal," she whispers. "But tonight, I can be anyone you want."

"You're the only one I want, babe," I rasp as I yank my zipper down. "Opal. Fuck. You're the one."

"Are you lonely tonight?" she whispers. "I heard there was a very sexy guy in your office who could use some female companionship."

"I'm not lonely anymore," I rasp as I take my cock out. It appears like a ravenous beast in my fist. I start stroking myself up and down, wishing she were here.

I need the real thing. These little chats of ours are always fun, but they're nothing compared to pinning her down and sinking into her tight, wet pussy.