His Demands: An Age Gap, Billionaire Boss Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)
His Demands: EPILOGUE II

Two years later…

In the sanctum of my home office, I’m immersed in the intricacies of my latest business project. The grandeur of our new mansion, located just outside the city, offers a peaceful retreat from the bustling energy of Manhattan. It’s a spacious, luxurious haven where we can unwind and enjoy family time.

My concentration on the spreadsheet in front of me falters as the delightful sound of tiny feet pattering against the hardwood floors drifts into the room. The giggles and squeals of our twin girls, now two years old, fill the house with a lively energy that’s impossible to ignore.

I lean back in my chair, allowing myself a moment to bask in the joyful commotion that has become our life. The sound of Julie’s voice, a mix of laughter and gentle admonishments, echoes through the halls as she chases after our little ones. Her attempts to wrangle the twins into some semblance of order are met with playful resistance, their tiny voices bubbling with laughter and mischief.

I can’t help but smile, a deep feeling of contentment washing over me. These moments, these simple pleasures of family life, are what I cherish the most. The sound of their laughter and the warmth of their presence is such a stark contrast to the solitude and cold apathy that once defined my life.

Pushing away from my desk, I decide that work can wait. These moments are fleeting, and I don’t want to miss a single one. I step out of my office and into the hallway, following the sounds of giggles and play.

As I round the corner, I see them. Julie, her hair a little disheveled, has a look of mock exasperation on her face, our daughters in tow. The girls are a whirlwind of energy, their bright eyes sparkling with delight as they spot me.

‘Daddy!’ they both squeal in unison, their tiny arms outstretched as they run toward me. I scoop them up, one in each arm, their laughter infectious.

Julie walks over, her eyes shining with love and a touch of fatigue. ‘Your turn,’ she says with a playful smirk. ‘I’m starting to think they have more energy than both of us combined.’

I kiss her forehead, a gesture of affection and gratitude. ‘I wouldn’t have it any other way,’ I say, the girls giggling as they cling to me.

As we head toward the living room, our steps light and carefree, I reflect on how much my life has changed. The man who once lived only for business and power now replaces his greatest joy in the laughter of his children and in the love of his wife.

Our family, our home, it’s a world I never imagined myself in, a world that’s more fulfilling than any business deal or corporate success. In the eyes of my daughters and the smile of my wife, I’ve found a happiness that’s profound and real.

We settle into the living room, the girls showing off their latest drawings, their voices a melody of excitement and pride. Julie and I exchange a look, a silent understanding of the beautiful life we’ve built together.

As the sun begins its descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I glance at Julie, her eyes weary yet filled with the unmistakable glow of motherhood. ‘You’ve done enough for today,’ I say with a smile, my voice laced with affection. Leaning in, I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, a silent token of my appreciation and love.

Hoisting our twin girls higher into my arms, their giggles and wiggles a lively symphony, I head toward the staircase. Elizabeth clings to my neck, her laughter a melody that fills the hall, while Ana playfully tugs at my hair, her mischievous grin infectious. As we ascend the stairs, their excitement is palpable, their energy boundless.

The bath time ritual is nothing short of an adventure. Splashes and bubbles fill the air as I gently bathe each of them. Elizabeth, ever the imaginative one, conjures up tales of mermaids and underwater castles, her tiny hands mimicking the waves. Ana, with her boundless energy, splashes with gusto, her laughter ringing through the bathroom.

By the time they’re both clean, dried, and snug in their pajamas, I replace myself thoroughly soaked, my shirt clinging to my skin. But the sight of their rosy cheeks and eyes bright full of love and trust, makes every drop of water worth it. I can’t help but laugh along with them, their joy infectious, their spirits unbridled.

As I carry them to their room, my thoughts drift to the journey that brought me here. Fatherhood was a role I never anticipated, a chapter in my life I hadn’t dared to imagine. It was something I wanted but never expected. But now, holding my daughters close, feeling their warmth against me, I realize how much they’ve transformed me.

Each giggle, each hug, each wide-eyed wonder at the world around them, adds a richness to my life I never knew was missing. They are my heart walking outside my body, a love so profound and all-consuming that it reshapes my very being.

I look at them, their faces a perfect blend of Julie and me, and I’m struck by the miracle of their existence. These little girls, with their mother’s grace and my determination, have become the center of my universe. Their laughter is my greatest joy, their happiness my ultimate goal.

I tuck them into bed, their tiny hands wrapped around my fingers, their eyelids fluttering closed. In this quiet moment, I reflect on the life Julie and I have built together. A life that once felt incomplete is now brimming with love, laughter, and the sweetness of family.

As I softly close the door to the girls’ bedroom, their gentle breathing a lullaby of peace, I call out to Julie. There’s no response, but it doesn’t concern me. Our home, vast and sprawling, often feels like a small world of its own, where one can easily slip into a quiet corner, lost in thought or work.

With a contented sigh, I make my way to the master bedroom, my mind still replaying the joyful chaos of bath time. The girls’ laughter echoes in my memory, a reminder of the simple pleasures that now define my life.

I pour myself a glass of whiskey, the rich, amber liquid swirling in the glass, a perfect end to a day filled with family joys. The smooth warmth of the drink is a familiar comfort, a moment of solitude in the midst of our bustling household.

Stepping into our bedroom I expect the usual quiet, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a serene ambiance. But what greets me is a sight that brings an immediate smile to my face, a pleasant surprise that quickens my pulse.

Julie, radiant and alluring, reclines on the bed, adorned in lingerie that accentuates her beauty in ways that words can’t capture. The sight of her, so confident and inviting, ignites a fire within me, a reminder of the passion that simmers just beneath the surface of our daily routines.

‘What’s the occasion?’ I ask, the tone of my voice a mix of amusement and desire as I approach her.

She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with a playful mischief. ‘Well, I was thinking,’ she begins, her voice sultry and teasing. ‘It’s about time we started working on another set of twins, don’t you think?’

The suggestion, so boldly and enticingly presented, sends a thrill through me. The idea of expanding our family, of experiencing once again the miracle of life with Julie, fills me with a profound excitement.

I set my glass aside, my focus entirely on her.

‘I couldn’t agree more.”

Like a wild animal, I pounce.

The moment I’m on the bed with her, Julie’s hands are on my body, deft and sure, and her touch is electric. I’m enraptured by her, lost in the moment and the promise of what’s to come. She draws me into a deep, passionate kiss, and I melt into her, eager and ready. She undoes the buttons of my shirt, exposing my bare chest.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I say, taking in the sight of her gorgeous body clad in nothing but her flirty lingerie. “How the hell did I ever resist you for so long?”

As Julie’s hands explore my body, I replace myself swept away by the sensation, the intimate connection we share. I reach around, opening the clasp of her bra and letting her full breasts tumble out. Her body, already as sublime as they come, has only grown more beautiful since motherhood. There’s a glow to her, cliché as it may sound, that makes her irresistible. She soon has me naked, her in nothing but her lacy panties.

Her touch, as always, is intoxicating. Her lips are soft, her skin is smooth, and her body is warm against mine. She smells of vanilla and spice, and her touch leaves trails of heat and tingling sensations in its wake. I can’t get enough of her, and she seems equally eager to please. She knows exactly how to touch me, where to kiss me, how to drive me wild with desire.

Julie takes hold of my cock, stroking it slowly, my own hand replaceing the liquid warmth between her thighs. She closes her eyes and sighs as she strokes me, her heavy breasts rising and falling as I tease her clit, coaxing her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Come for me, my love,” I say. “Now.”

She smiles and nods, and just like that an orgasm rushes through her. She sighs and moans, bucking hard against my touch. Her gorgeous eyes open wide when the pleasure fades.

“I need you,” she says. “Don’t make me wait another moment.”

“Have I told you how much I love how bossy you can be?”

She laughs, but there’s not a chance I can resist her any longer. I peel off her thong panties and toss them aside, her pussy glistening with arousal. I move over top of her, Julie looking up at me with those eyes that I’ve found myself lost in so many times.

Love is interesting in how it deepens over time, how it becomes richer, more complex, with every day that passes, every moment you share with your beloved. Even in tender moments such as these, I replace myself overwhelmed with excitement for what’s yet to come for the two of us, how much we have to share, to experience together.

But just as important is staying in the here and now, never losing sight of how wonderful each individual moment can be. I glide into her, Julie’s womanhood gripping me with that perfect sensation, her softness surrounding me. I push into her slowly at first, her hands settling on my rear and taking hold.

We’re both lost in the moment, caught up in the heat of passion. Her hands are everywhere, her lips following close behind. We’re moving together now, our bodies in perfect sync, sharing a pleasure so intense it’s almost unbearable. It’s an ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever known, and I never want it to end.

Soon we’re climaxing together, my seed spilling into her, Julie’s perfect face tight with total, unbridled ecstasy. I hold her, kiss her, caress her as we lay wrapped in one another’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, Ivan.”

“And I love you.”

We continue to kiss and all I can think about is the happiness I feel knowing there are so many more nights like this to come.

How did one man deserve so much luck?