Mochas and Minotaurs (Possessive Monsters #8)

Epilogue

Griselda

I stepped back to take another look at the restyled bookshelf. Even after adding all the spell books I’d decided to keep from the old witch’s place in the basement, there was still plenty of room for the potted pothos vine.

I’d thought that Bella would like to keep them, but she hadn’t. She worked part-time at the Witch’s Brew now while she finished up her GED. Last time I checked, she wanted to write romance novels for a living. She claimed that she’d spent enough time in her head making up stories that she’d never run out of things to publish. I believed her.

It had taken a whole year of Marcus and I complaining about having to go up through the roof before we’d finally gotten the wall between our apartments knocked down. Since we hadn’t needed three kitchens, we also renovated them so that we had one ultimate dream kitchen instead.

That was several years ago, and we still had plenty of room to grow. But that would change soon.

At first, I’d worried that my things were encroaching into Marcus’s space. But he’d made it plenty clear that not only did he not mind, but he liked and invited it. He didn’t like how empty corners reminded him of years of being too afraid to own anything and always thinking he’d have to drop his life and flee one day.

Needless to say, that was a thing of the past. He’d settled down here with me and wasn’t going anywhere.

“How’s that look to you, Triscuit? Good?”

Triscuit bobbed his head before letting out a wolf whistle. “Looking good!”

I chuckled. He’d picked that up from Marcus, and it was said in his voice.

The door leading down to the gym opened, and Marcus stepped through, looking a whole lot of yummy.

“Sorry it took longer than usual. My last training client was late,” he said. “Do I have time for a quick shower?”

Today was Friday, and Friday was date night.

He did a double-take when he looked over at the clock and found it missing. “You moved the furniture on your own again. You should’ve waited until I got back. I can do it. The shelves are heavy.”

“I’m pregnant, not an invalid,” I said, rolling my eyes. Silly, protective minotaur. I wasn’t even showing yet!

Marcus’s protective side has been on overdrive ever since we found out I was pregnant. He worried that the dragon would come for me or his kid as revenge for freeing him. It was possible, but I doubted it as long as we stayed under Desmon’s wing.

Marcus went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, leaving the door open.

So naturally I peeked as he stripped.

Mmm. Yummy. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of those muscles.

You know, I felt a little sweaty myself after moving the shelf. Maybe I needed a shower too. Besides, the shower was now plenty big enough for the both of us after the renovations.

I waited for him to step into the tub before I snuck into the bathroom and started stripping. I’d thought I was being extra sneaky until Triscuit let out a loud, “Incoming!”

The shower curtain swung open, and Marcus stood there in all his naked minotaur glory, water sluicing gloriously off his fur and muscles. I stood there mid-sneak and let my jaw drop, because that would forever be my reaction to all that manly perfection.

Big, powerful hands lifted me up and over the edge of the tub and into the spray.

“You’re too predictable, Kitten,” he said as he soaped his hands up and rubbed them all over me, pausing over my sensitive breasts.

“You cheated.”

“Teaching Triscuit to sound the alarm isn’t cheating.”

“Is too.” But that was all the protest I could muster because Marcus’s hands were doing the most wonderful things to my body.

We were probably going to be late getting to the restaurant, but right now, I really didn’t care. When I was in his arms, nothing else mattered. I closed my eyes and sighed when his lips joined the exploration.

His touch might not refill my well of magic, but it refilled everything else that mattered. I’d found the love of my life in the minotaur next door, and I was never letting him go.

THE END