Epilogue - Lily
Ten Years Later
“Your husband is so good with the boys,” my neighbor says to me as I lean against her porch, drinking the glass of lemonade she offered me when she saw us playing outside.
She took pity on the heavily pregnant woman, and the heavily pregnant woman happily accepted the generosity.
“He’s a great dad.” I brush a sticky strand of hair off my cheek.
“He’ll take good care of you when you’re home after the baby arrives.” She keeps going on about things I already know but never tire of hearing.
Adoration for Sebastian is a very understandable situation.
My husband is an absolute gem. A pillar in our community, Conception Ridge. A brilliant father, a caring friend. A college administrator. And after everyone goes to sleep, when it’s just the two of us, he’s still the deeply dirty Daddy to my eternally feisty inner teenager.
I’ll be thirty next year. A grown-up with a career, three beautiful kids, and a fourth son on the way.
Daddy keeps knocking me up, something he started even before he was my husband.
I’m Lily Craig now, legally. I even changed my first name. It would be hard for my parents to find me, even if they had the resources to try—which they don’t.
One of the philanthropic causes I support is a charity that helps teens emancipate themselves from their parents. I wish I had known that was an option, but a lot has changed since I was a kid. There’s more information available online now.
As if he can sense I’m thinking about that time long ago, Sebastian looks up and catches me watching him. He tosses the football to our oldest one more time, then tells the kids it’s time to head inside to clean up for dinner.
“Mommy needs a rest,” he says as he saunters over. I love the way the sunshine makes the silver in his hair glint.
“Do I?” I finish my lemonade and hand the glass back to our neighbor, who winks at me. “I guess I do.”
“You take good care of that one,” she says to my husband.
He wraps his arm around me. “I always do.”
Ten minutes later, he’s peeling my panties down my thighs.
I tumble back on the bed and giggle as he kisses his way to where I’m already wet for him.
“Shhh.” He lifts his head from between my legs. “Be quiet for Daddy.”
I blush and bite my lip, nodding. Then I need to cover my mouth with my hand as he goes to town, licking and sucking up all my juices, working his way to my eager clit.
He swirls his tongue around the hard bud, then kisses it with his open mouth, a dirty move that gives him more slickness every time.
It’s the combination of his hot breath and his talented tongue.
Like Daddy is both licking me and looking at me at the same time.
A decade in, and our shared desires have never waned.
I roll onto all fours and shamelessly present myself for him.
I need him inside me—now. Again.
Always.
Thank you so freaking much for reading my first age gap romance.