Her Billionaire Boss by Gena Snow
Epilogue
Harper
Five years ago, after Nick told his uncle he found out about Vortex’s developing plan and thus wasn’t interested in buying the resort anymore, we returned to Alton and put the matter behind us. However, three months later, Jack Alton contacted his nephew and offered to sell him the resort at five million.
Nick accepted the deal despite the impending competition. I was worried that he might’ve been making a poor decision by being sentimental. But I underestimated my husband, who has a shrewd business mind.
After taking over the resort, Nick changed the business into a membership club. And since the resort had relied on returning customers for years, it wasn’t a difficult transition at all. With our relentless marketing, our membership doubled within just a year. Over the years, we also attracted younger members by offering cheaper membership with less privilege.
Today, Seaside is still the dominant resort in Beacon and its adjacent towns despite the newly built resort by Vortex and other developers, thanks to my genius husband. But of course, our success comes at a price. We’ve spent most of our weekends in the resort’s office in the past four years, including today.
One good thing is the office has lots of windows. Even when we don’t gaze at the ocean outside, we hear the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and people laughing. Thus, it feels like a vacation even when we work.
Nick is checking last month’s profit and loss of Alton Properties, and I’m doing my homework. Soon after I accepted Nick’s marriage proposal, I discovered I was pregnant and gave up my admissions to graduate schools. But last year, I received a letter in the mail inviting me to apply for Stanford’s online MBA program, and I did. I’ve finished my courses, and I’m working on my thesis for the degree.
I stand up to stretch and to look out of the window. Our three-year-old twins Lena and Carter are building a sandcastle with the help of their nanny. I spot them by the clothes they wear.
“Are we done?” I ask Nick. “I want to play.”
He clicks on his mouse and nods. “Not yet, but let’s take a break anyway.”
I wait for him to close his files.
He walks over and stands behind me. Wrapping my belly with both arms, he nudges his face against the nape of my neck and nibbles on my earlobe.
“You smell good, wife. Is that a new perfume?”
“No,” I giggle. “You got me when we first married. I just seldom put it on.”
“Why all of a sudden?”
“I don’t know. I found it the other day and thought I shouldn’t just let it sit there and evaporate.”
“Mmm, good decision.” His voice turns husky as his hands move up to cup my swelling breasts.
“Oh,” I moan. “What’re you doing? People can see us from the beach.”
“No, they can’t,” he murmurs but moves his hands down, only to slip them under my dress. “The window is tinted.”
One hand teasing my nipple, his other hand travels down to my juncture. “Fuck. You’re dripping for me, naughty girl.”
I gasp, but I don’t move. The truth is, I’ve fantasized often being fucked in front of this very window, where I can observe the outside world, but no one can see us.
I’ve never told Nick about it, but I guess he must’ve had the same fantasies, or there’s some kind of mind-meld between us. My eyes turn dreamy, and my vision blurs as a delicious dream takes place. My dress is bunched up soon, and his warm hands slap my cheeks before his thick hardness pushes inside my drenched passage from behind.
“Yes, oh, yes!” I moan as the overwhelming fullness invades me. I thrust my hips to move in synchrony with him, and he grunts.
“Fuck. Tell me again that little tight pussy is mine,” he growls.
“It’s yours, Nick. I’m all yours. Every part, every inch, every bit,” I assure him before I explode.
