Unspoken Epilogue

The story behind the epilogue

I'm not much of an epilogue writer. In fact the endings to my books are often deemed too abrupt. When
Unspoken
started selling well, I thought I would challenge myself and reward the readers of the Woodland series with an extended epilogue of Bo and AnnMarie if I cracked the top 100 mark.

Thank you for buying and supporting
Unspoken
, for recommending it to your friends, tweeting about it, mentioning it on Facebook, leaving reviews. It has all helped. I cracked the top 100 and even spent two weeks on the USA Today list. Wow! So I knew I owed the readers.

Writing this epilogue was both difficult and extraordinarily fun. I loved revisiting AnnMarie and Bo. They can't leave me alone and I don't want them to. I hope they keep talking to me and sharing their stories so I can give you regular updates on how they are getting along.

Please enjoy this extended peek at Bo and AnnMarie, down the road of their lives together.

Contents

Story behind the epilogue

Epilogue

Copyright

Epilogue

10 Years Later

AnnMarie

Bo was here. I could feel it in the air. The energy of the office changed almost instantaneously when he walked through the doors. The hedge fund that Noah Jackson and I had started just out of grad school had blossomed into a half billion dollar firm ten years later. While everyone here was supposedly a professional, Bo still caused a disturbance. The men adjusted their pants and smoothed down their hair; women crossed their legs and ran light fingers over their blouses. He just had that
thing
that made all of us stand up and preen. I tried not to appear too excited. After all, I was supposed to be a hard nosed hedge fund manager. But I knew what was going to happen over the lunch hour and because of that, it was hard to even stand up, let alone pretend I was completely unaffected.

"Hold my calls, Stephen. You are free to go to lunch," I said to my assistant as Bo sauntered down the hall toward me. His jeans, white t-shirt with its Randolph Construction logo over the breast pocket told me he'd come directly from a work site.

"Take a long lunch." Bo knocked his fingers against Stephen's desk. Stephen looked over at me for agreement and I nodded. Bo's eyes ran over my jersey dress that I'd quickly thrown on this morning when Bo had brushed his lips over mine and told me he'd see me for lunch. "A really long lunch."

Bo walked into my office, intentionally rubbing his arm across my front. My whole body thrummed and the nipples behind my well padded bra, another hasty change this morning, hardened into tight points. Bo settled his large frame in one of the two high-backed leather chairs positioned in front of my desk. With one hand, he motioned me forward. "Come here."

I obeyed almost unconsciously. My body knew what was in store and had been in a state of anticipation since the condo door closed behind Bo this morning. I knew that my clothes would be mussed and my panties would be wet. I knew that my attention would wander and my nipples would be erect. I'd thrown off my wool skirt and silk and lace bra and exchanged the outfit with this jersey dress which had promised to be wrinkle-free no matter what. We'd see.

The lock of my office door sounded overloud in the room. When Freedom Funds moved into these offices in downtown Chicago, the contractors outfitting my offices gave me knowing looks when I asked for locks. I passed it off as client security but I'm not sure they bought it. I know Stephen suspected the locks and long lunches we ordered him to take had nothing to do with business.

The clink of metal against metal as Bo unbuckled his belt almost made me come. A shiver ran up my spine and I paused, taking a moment to gather up a modicum of composure. I moved slowly toward him, taking my time, drawing it out as much as I could. His eyes were darkening, evidence of his own desire.

"Lift up your leg and place your knee here." He patted the seat of the chair. I rested my knee on the outside of his thigh and Bo drew a hand up my ankle, the calluses of his hand evident through the nylon of my stockings. My pussy tightened instinctively, and I drew in a swift breath.

"It's been at least," Bo paused and looked at his watch, "five hours since I've had my mouth on you. That's about four hours and fifty-nine minutes too long."

No disagreement from me. Bo's hand had found its way under my skirt and his big fingers were stroking my upper thigh. I'd have answered him but my mouth was too dry. Instead, I just nodded. He squeezed my leg in approval.

"Now you're gonna need to do two more things, Sunshine," Bo instructed. I was willing to do anything so long as it meant that his mouth was on me somewhere. "You lift that skirt and show me your pretty pussy with one hand and you rest your other on the chair over my shoulder."

My hand drew up my skirt slowly, to tease him like he was teasing me with his fingers running up and down my upper thigh in long strokes. He would come close to touching my aching center and then back away. Bo knew how to play the game, though. The slower I drew up my skirt, the more languorous his strokes. I had a business meeting in an hour and a half. I shouldn't be dallying. I finished pulling up my skirt and smiled slyly at Bo's quick inhalation. I was wearing a delicate pair of panties which were nothing more than a complicated webbing of string that left the front exposed, covered my pussy lips and crisscrossed in the back, making web-like patterns on my cheeks.

"Lift your skirt all the way up and turn around." Bo made a circle with his finger. I shook my head no and raised one eyebrow in challenge.

Instead of coming after me as I had expected, Bo unzipped his pants and drew out his cock, almost fully erect and a dark red color. He slid his large frame even further down the chair until his shoulders were below the back. His large hand engulfed his cock, and he began to stroke it slowly.

I dropped my skirt and fell toward him but he shook his finger at me. "Tut tut, Sunshine. I told you to turn around but you didn't. I guess you don't want this."

"I do want it," I complained, pushing my lower lip out.

"Don't pout, just turn around," Bo replied darkly. "And don't forget to lift up your skirt like I told you."

His hand was squeezing and stroking his member in long, sure, strong strokes. Bo's orders were making me so horny right now. The tiny crotch of my panties were soaked and my mouth was watering at the idea of sucking that beast into my mouth. I lifted the skirt up again slowly and I placed three fingers at the front of my mound. Bo tsked again and I dropped my hand and turned for him. The back of my panties was a web of woven string leaving most of my bottom bare.

"Bend over." The order came but the hoarseness revealed Bo was just as affected as I. Just his voice caused me to pulse and throb. I couldn't wait for him to touch me. I moaned a little, letting it out this time, thinking about Bo's tongue between my legs or him above me with my legs over his shoulders and his cock pressing against the spot deep in the back of my vagina. The first time Bo hit that spot I passed out. Now it makes me come long and hard.

"You're thinking about something naughty."

"I'm not," I gasp out but we both knew that was a lie. The evidence was between my legs.

"You're dripping down your thigh. I can see it."

I whimpered. "Please, Bo."

Bo

"Please what?" I grinned a little at her soft sighs of discontent. We'd woken up late this morning and I didn't get a chance to have the breakfast that I wanted. My crew said I was in a bad mood. They'd like me better this afternoon.

I didn't always come and have lunch with AnnMarie, usually only once a week lately. But I almost never missed an early morning quickie. Gotta start out with the breakfast of champions and the most delicious morning treat was between AnnMarie's legs.

Watching her arousal trail down her thigh and the back of her knee was so hot I almost came in my hand. Her tight ass thrust high into the air as she leaned one hand against the front of her desk was like a red cape in front of a bull. I wanted to charge over to her and mount her. Then pull out and eat her until she screamed so loud that Jackson could hear her at the other end of the Freedom Funds office suite.

I wanted everyone to know she belonged to me as much as I belonged to her. Her one thirty client would come in and see AnnMarie in her power suit but underneath, her body would pulse with the secret evidence of our lusts.

"Nice," I complimented her. "Now turn around."

Her eyes were glazed over. That was some fantasy she was having. "Are you thinking about my tongue between your legs."

She nodded her head.

"Then come over here." I crooked my finger toward her. She stumbled toward me, her four inch heels with the delicate straps around her ankles almost failing her. I let go of my dick and steadied her. I pulled on her hand until her face was close enough to kiss

"I love you," she whispered against my lips. This time the organ in my body to respond was my heart rather than my cock. Every time she said those words, and she said them daily, I'd feel a little squeeze right there on the left side of my chest. It'd never get old hearing it.

I took her lips then, caressing them with mine. I ran my tongue across the bottom and then the top before plunging it inside. She tasted of mints and my cock hardened in delighted remembrance of one time when she sucked on a peppermint and then deep throated me. The tingles from the menthol drove me nuts. Today I was going to lick her until she sobbed and then I was going to bend her over her desk and take her so hard she'd still be feeling it when we met at home tonight.

"Love you too, Sunshine." I whispered. I ran my tongue down the side of her neck and. The dress she had on hung open and I could see the pendulous weight of her breasts inside her light blue matching bra. I had to see her without her clothes on but first I needed to taste her. I was aching to have my tongue on her, to lap up her juices and suck her little clit.

I pulled the hand I was still holding up so it rested on the back of the chair and said, "Hang on Sunshine."

A choked sound reverberated from her but the arm that rest at the top of the chair tensed as she braced herself. I placed one palm on the inside of her thigh, rubbing the moisture that had been steadily escaping her. Her free hand came down to clutch and stroke my cock. I couldn't have that or I'd come before the show even got started. I lightly stroke the wet cotton that covered her pussy lips and she jerked backward.

"You're gonna have to hold your skirt up because I'm using two hands," I told her. Her expertly manicured fingers shook but she gathered the cloth in a grip and held a fist to her belly. The folds of the fabric hung down and framed her mound like the curtains in a theater. I palmed one ass cheek in my hand and pulled her closer so I could breathe hot air across her sex. She shivered in response.

The anticipation was killing us both. "You like these panties?" I asked her.

"Yes, kind of." That was code for rip them off with your teeth but buy me new ones later. I liked these though. I let go of her ass and drew the panties down her legs, dragging my thumbs across the front of her pubic bone, down her thighs and then I let them drop. AnnMarie quickly stepped out of them and pushed her sex back to my mouth.

I smiled again. My girl knew what she wanted. I pressed open-mouthed kisses along her bare pussy. "Kneel up here," I urged her.

When both her knees were situated on other side of my thighs, I sunk down in the chair. One hand I wrapped around the back of her ass and the other I used to spread apart her lower lips. I inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal. The rasping of her breath told me how ready she was.

I began to lick her in long slow sweeps from front to back using the broad flat of my tongue. Her thighs tensed and she let out a low cry and came suddenly. The wait was too much.