Epilogue
Three years later
“Chef?”
I turn my head, locating the voice of my head waiter, Lucia. She’s at the service hatch, waving to get my attention.
“Table twenty-one wants to thank you for their meal,” she calls. She rolls her eyes and grins at the same time. The compliments have been coming so thick and fast tonight, we can barely keep up.
“Thanks, Lu.” I scan the kitchen. We’re almost done for the evening, and my team looks to have everything under control. We’ve been debuting a brand-new menu, and everyone has done so well. I couldn’t be more proud of my chefs.
I give a happy sigh, pull off my hat and follow Lucia into the dining room.
There’s only one customer at table twenty-one. A big, broad-shouldered man with dark hair, a ruggedly handsome face, and the most incredible blue eyes.
My heart bounds. “What are you doing here?” I exclaim, dashing over.
Maxim gets up and kisses me way more discreetly than usual. He’s wearing a dark suit and a light-blue button-down, and he looks absolutely gorgeous. “I wasn’t about to miss your big night.”
I fix him with a stern look. “I thought you had a meeting with Travis tonight?”
He shrugs. “I knew you’d be nervous if you realized I was out here.”
I break into a grin. “You know me too well.”
“No such thing as too well.” He catches my hand and kisses it.
“So…?” I demand, my heart beating faster.
“Sensational.” He shakes his head. “Every single dish was a knockout. The duck rillettes, the tartare. You’ve totally surpassed yourself, Emory.”
“Really?” I lay a hand on my chest and close my eyes. Maxim’s opinion is more important to me than anyone else’s. My restaurant is two years old, and we’re already won a bunch of accolades. We’re currently in the running for a Michelin star, and I’m hoping this menu will seal our reputation.
“Thank you for knowing I actually, secretly wanted you here,” I say, and suddenly, I’m blinking back tears. I couldn’t have done any of this without him.
He wipes at a make-up smudge beneath my eye with the pad of his thumb. “I wouldn’t have missed it for anything. Now go. I’m sure you’ve got a ton of things to do. I’ll be right here when you’re done.”
When the last customers have left, I lock the doors and we have a little party for the team to thank them for being so awesome.
Maxim insists on helping, so I put him in charge of pouring the Champagne. He’s the perfect host—confident and charming—and I’m so dang proud of him.
After an hour or so, the party is going strong. It’s great to see my crew relax and let their hair down after an intense period of preparation. When my sous chef busts out the karaoke machine, I decide our work is done. Maxim and I sneak out and climb into his SUV.
It’s always late when I finish, but Maxim has adjusted his schedule to mine, so we get to spend quality time together. He insists on picking me up every single day, and driving me home.
The last three years have been a whirlwind—traveling the world together, then setting up the restaurant.
I’ve been real busy, but I’ve made sure to hire people I trust, so I get to spend plenty of time with my mate.
I’ve just promoted the most talented chef in my team to Head Chef, so I can step back from the day-to-day operations.
When we get home, Maxim slips my jacket off my shoulders. “Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m good. I snacked all night.”
“Are you tired?”
I purse my lips. “No… think I got my second wind.”
He pulls me in for a kiss. “Go get showered then,” he growls against my lips.
A tingle goes through me. I know what that growl means.
“Oh, I think I’m gonna go read in bed,” I tease him.
His big hands grip my ass more tightly. “Not a chance.”
“And why’s that?” I ask innocently.
“Because I’m planning to fuck you senseless.”
My breath catches. No matter how many times we’ve mated—and we’ve mated a lot—every time feels like the first time with Maxim.
I go upstairs and hit the shower. I go as fast as I can, yearning for my mate building and building in me.
I dry off quickly, hang up the towel, then exit our ensuite naked—just how Maxim likes me. My hair is loose around my shoulders, skimming my nipples. And the only jewelry I’m wearing is a gold ring on my left hand, to signal to the human world that I’m taken.
He’s on the bed, waiting for me. Kneeling, his cock jutting out between his muscular thighs, and fire burning in his eyes. My knees go weak. At work, I’m the boss. But when I get home every night, I’m his. All I want is to be possessed by my big, sexy mate and his monster cock.
As he takes me in, his cock gets even bigger.
“Beautiful,” he growls, like it’s the first time he’s seen me naked. “Come here.” He holds his arms out, and I come to him.
His kiss is fiercer than usual, his hands moving hungrily all over my body. He nuzzles the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. “You know you’re fertile right now?” he growls.
I go still. “I am?”
“Very much so.” He draws back and takes my hands, gazing deep into my eyes. “You know what else I’m gonna do tonight?”
I shake my head.
“Impregnate you.”
I gasp. The word pours through me like a drug, filling me with longing.
“We’re going to make a baby tonight, my angel.”
My heart pitter patters. I’m so excited I could burst. We’ve talked about it a bunch, of course. How I wanted to achieve my restaurant dream before I bore our first child. It’s been so hard to hold back all these years, especially when his animal has wanted nothing more than to impregnate me.
And now it’s finally the right time for us both.
Maxim lays me back on the snowy white comforter than covers our king-size bed.
“I’m going to fill you with as much cum as your little pussy can take.
” He presses his lips to my stomach, planting kisses all over it.
“Until it’s spilling out of you. And soon, this beautiful belly is going to swell with my seed.
And you’re going to be the most gorgeous pregnant mama in the world. ”
By now, his mouth has moved down to the little curve beside my hip.
“But first I’m going to check you’re wet enough for my cock.”
He pushes my thighs apart and licks my slit.
I let out a ragged groan. Of course, I’m already wet enough for him.
But he’s determined to taste me. He plunges his tongue inside me, before latching onto my aching clit. He knows my body so well, how to drive me crazy, to bring me to the brink of ecstasy and back again.
The moment my thighs start to tremble, he pulls away, grasps his cock in his hand.
Slowly, reverently, he presses it to my entrance.
Like always, there’s that big push. That moment when it feels like it’s gonna be too much. But then he’s in, stretching me out until he hits home. My pussy throbs around his huge cock, trying to accommodate it.
He laces his fingers into mine and stares deep into my eyes. “You’re so sexy, so fertile,” he says, in between thrusts. “We’re gonna make a beautiful baby.”
It’s hypnotic, intoxicating.
I start to clench around him, tighter and tighter, and then I explode. Spasming around his thick rod, again and again. Milking it. Urging my mate to impregnate me. His mark burns on the back of my neck, while his thrusts get fiercer and fiercer.
“Now!” he roars at last. I bury my face in his shoulder, clinging to him, savoring the moment when his hot seed explodes inside me like a firehose, splashing all over my womb.
“Did it work?” I ask, minutes later.
He’s lying behind me now, spooning me, his hand resting protectively on my belly. “Oh, yeah,” he drawls.
I twist my head around to look at him.
He grins. “We’re having four, at least.”
I crook an eyebrow. “Guess our work is done then. We don’t need to have any more sex.”
He growls and slips his hand between my legs. “Not a chance. You’re gonna be so sexy when you’re pregnant. Your belly swelling with my cub growing inside you. I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”
“What about when I get all those weird cravings, and demand foot rubs all the time?”
“That’s the part I’m looking forward to the most.”
I sigh happily. I think I’m going to enjoy being pregnant with Maxim’s baby. Or babies.
THE END