The Intern - (18+)

Epilouge

Justin

Claire lays her head on my shoulder as we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, heading to Europe for an exclusive modeling shoot. She's been traveling with me since she graduated college, insisting on being with me even though I know she hates flying.

It's the twelfth anniversary week of her father's death and she has yet to bring it up. Either she doesn't realize it's mid-July or she wants to move on from it-either way, I plan to change the meaning of that day for her-make it a reason to celebrate July 16th.

We land in France and take the next day to adjust to the time difference, sleeping and ordering room service before I have to work for the next four days. I've arranged a shoot on the anniversary date for us to do together. It's not for a magazine like I told her it was for, rather it would capture every moment of my proposal.

I don't think she'll be expecting it. I've been planning the shoot for months, wanting to give her something she'll absolutely love.

I've had her ring for two years, but the timing never seemed appropriate. I knew she needed time to digest her dad's letter and to accept everything the way it was. The year after she graduated college, she insisted she wanted to travel with me. I figured one more year and then I'd propose. One more year to make sure she could handle the high demands of being with a professional model.

"I feel like I could sleep for a week," she groans, grabbing the covers and curling up into a ball in the middle of the king size bed. She looks gorgeous-her long blonde hair spiraled out beneath her and face completely makeup free.

"C'mon, sweetheart." I lift her off the bed and she whines. I carry her into the shower and turn on the water. She screams as the cold water hits her first before it transitions to warm water. "Don't make me fuck you against this very luxurious shower or we may never make the shoot in time."

She eyes me, challenging my words. She rubs her breasts together, the water hitting over them just perfectly. My cock twitches as I watch her. Her taut nipples hard at attention, taunting me to suck them.

Fuck. Me.

My jaw ticks as she lowers one hand and begins rubbing her clit. She lets out a moan as she pleasures herself-torturing me-knowing very well that I'm fully dressed. Instead, I decide to play along with her little game.

"Put your finger inside," I demand. "Feel how wet you are for me, sweetheart." She fingers herself slowly, but deep. "God, you're going to fucking kill me," I groan harshly.

"Mm, Justin...I wish it was you buried deep inside of me." She licks her lips as her hips buck from the sensation.

My head falls back in a deep howl. Jesus. How does she do this to me every time? No matter what, I always want her, always crave her.

We'll be so damn late, but right now, I can hardly think about that. I wanted today to be perfect-to surprise her with the proposal of a lifetime-but Claire doesn't need that. She just wants me, and I just want her.

"Fuck the shoot," I growl, throwing my shirt off and undoing my pants. I'm naked in under thirty seconds, joining her in the shower.

I lower my body, grab her finger out of her and pull it into my mouth. "Delicious, sweetheart." I lick a trail up her slit, landing on her clit and suck hard. "You taste like heaven."

She pants against the pressure, her body aching with need, begging for release. Her hands are in my hair, guiding my mouth as I torturously devour her-her scent, her taste-it's all too consuming and I need to be inside her.

I stand up and grab her neck as she leans into me. She grabs my cock with one hand, stroking it as my hips buck toward her entrance.

"Mm...so full and heavy for me," she purrs against my lips. Her other hand cups my balls, massaging and stroking so roughly.

"Fuck, baby," I growl, pushing her against the ceramic wall. She slows her movements down as my body tenses, desperate to explode inside her. "Turn around. Let me see that sweet, perfect ass."

She spins around and grabs the wall, opening her legs wide for me. I slide inside her effortlessly, her body on fire as I thrust against her. I guide her body as I grip her hips, pounding into her roughly and uncontrollably.

"Yes, more...just like that," she pleads. I wrap a hand around her waist and begin rubbing her clit. It's not long before I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, her body letting go around me. I continue my fast pace, grinding against her, needing to feel her come on me once more.

"Do you have one more for me, sweetheart? Let me feel you again," I hiss.

She arches her ass out, letting me slide in deeper. I lay my palm flat on her back as I drive deeper and harder into her. Her hand works her clit as I grab a handful of her hair and pull.

"YES! Holy shit," she pants, my cock still hard and deep inside her. "Oh, god..." Her body shakes in a frenzy as I take another orgasm from her.

"Good girl..." I whisper against her, the water cascading over my back still. "Don't move, baby." I pump into her once more before giving her all of me, coming inside her as if I'm claiming her-marking her body with my seed.

We spend the rest of the shower cleaning each other. Thoroughly washing each other. I can't control the smile that spreads across my face any time Claire traces her finger along my tattoos.

"Have you thought about getting more?" I ask, drying her off.

She shrugs lightly. "I don't know, they're so permanent. It has to really mean something special."

"Is permanent bad?"

"No. As long as it's something I can live with forever." I smile at her, ready to ask her the most important question of my life.

I wrap a towel around my waist as she tucks hers under her arms. Her hair is messy and wet, but god, she's so stunning. This right here. This is perfection.

I grab her hands and kiss them softly as she looks at me. "You know how much I love you," I say, gripping her left hand in mine.

"As much as I love you," she says back, smirking.

"You've distracted me from what I had planned for today, but I'm okay with that. I want to have those distractions for the rest of my life. I want to make this date a new memory for you. I don't want it to feel tainted. It'll be a day we can both celebrate."

Her eyebrows narrow, the smile slipping from her face at the thought of her dad. I lean over and grab my pants that are holding that blue box I've had for two years now.

I kneel down, her eyes widening as she sees the box in my hand. She stills and all the air leaves her lungs as I continue.

"Claire West, sweetheart. I love you." I smile, gripping her hand in mine tighter. "I've loved you long before I even knew I did, but my heart knew. My body knew. I've been waiting two years to ask you this question..."

Her breath hitches and I hear her swallow deeply.

"Claire, sweetheart," I continue, "will you spend a lifetime of love, adventures, and sometimes crazy with me? There's no one else I can imagine spending my life with. I want that with you. Forever." I open the box in front of her, showing off the ring I've had personally crafted just for her. "Will you marry me?"

THATS ALL FOLKS.