Epilogue
Three Years Later
"This little one is ready for bed," Emma says and places a soft kiss against our son's head before handing him over to our nanny.
"There we go now." Mrs. Potter gazes lovingly at the bundle in her arms. Gregor's eyes are closed and he smiles in his sleep. "The two of you have fun tonight. I'll take grand care of this one."
Mrs. Potter has become part of the family over this past year, watching over our first child as if he was her own blood. Our entire house is smitten with him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Potter. Call my cell if you need anything."
"Not to worry dear. Best you dress now," she advises. We can hear her softly singing a Gaelic lullaby down the hallway to the nursery.
Emma turns from the door, looking down at her robe like she has only just realized she isn't ready yet, and I stifle a smile.
She is as devoted a wife and mother as I had anticipated, but the love she has for our son is like nothing else.
A homebody, she would rather stay in to be close to him than attend any social function, but since we're a major donor, we have to make an appearance tonight.
"We can leave before dessert," I tell her, and she nods, heading to the closet. Her phone pings on the dresser, and I glance at the screen.
Bailey
Hi Emma. You guys planning to get there on time tonight? I am so bored when you're late.
I roll my eyes. "West stole Bailey's phone again."
Emma grins. Bailey and Emma reconnected a few months after Valentine's Day. I encouraged her to tell Bailey what she went through, and the two have rekindled their friendship. We spend a lot of time together with our families now and I'm grateful that Emma has a friend she can count on.
Over the past three years, Donovan has been embroiled in one legal battle after another, facing minor charges of non-payment to household staff, to larger charges of tax evasion.
The Elmhurst family also revealed connections to a human trafficking ring, although he wasn't implicated in that specifically, he has been shunned from social events ever since.
He has not contacted us, but I keep a security detail on him so that we can always be sure.
Emma walks out of the closet wearing only her panties and heels, and I freeze. The sight of her lush body will always stop me in my tracks. She has two dresses in her hands, and she stares at them with a furrowed brow.
"Which one?" she asks, turning her gaze to me and then she grins when she sees the look on my face. "We'll never make it on time if we start that."
"Being on time is overrated." I reach her in two long strides, tossing the dresses to the side as I capture her mouth with mine.
Her hands wrap around the back of my neck, and I cup one perfect breast, pinching her nipple until she moans against my lips.
I use my other hand to undo my zipper, pulling my pants down just enough to release my aching cock.
Contrary to my bravado, this one will have to be a quickie.
Emma breaks the kiss, panting as she looks down at the swollen tip, red and dripping with precum. She bites her lip.
"Can you make me come in six minutes?"
"Oh fuck yes." I love the long nights of passion with all my heart, but the fast fucks are so erotic.
It's satisfying, and yet, not quite enough so that it keeps me on edge.
I'm going to spend the entire fundraiser rock hard and waiting to fuck her again when we get home.
And, maybe in the car before we get there.
We found out a long time ago that forcing me on a clock gives us both a better release.
"I need to be inside you. Now."
"Oh fuck." Her voice is breathy. I turn her around, gripping both her wrists in mine, and place her hands on the bedpost.
"Don't move," I command, and she shivers, her body so responsive when I tell her what to do. I pull her hips back toward me, and remove her panties, biting her ass cheek and then soothe the sting with my tongue. I run my hands along her curves. I love when she's on display for me.
"Please fuck me, please," she begs, but then I reach forward and lick from front to back and her pleas cut off with a moan. She widens her legs for me, bending lower to give me a better angle.
"Look at this perfect cunt," I coo, watching as her arousal drips down her thighs and she whimpers. Praise gets her wet, and then control puts her over the edge.
We've enjoyed getting to know all her kinks over the years. She asked me once what my kinks are, and I told her anything that turns her on, and it's true. I'll be whatever she needs me to be, as long as I get to hear those moans of pleasure calling out my name.
"Oh god, Asher," Emma pants. "You have less than five minutes to make me come."
I pull back with a growl, tapping her watch to see she already started the timer.
I run my cock through her release, thrusting lightly against her clit, and she wriggles from the friction.
I notch at her entrance. Gripping both her ass cheeks, I slide in, and she moans as I bottom out.
I pull out, and thrust back in. Out. In.
I fuck her slowly, rolling my hips in a circle as I find her g-spot.
"Oh yes, right there," Emma pants and I groan. I love watching my cock slide in and out, but I've been challenged and I'm running out of time.
"You are going to ride me later, my love." I grip her hips, reaching around for her hip until I find her clit. "But, right now, you're going to come for me. Just like this."
"Oh god, yes, yes," Emma pants, her breath shaky as I plunge into her over and over. My fingers press circles against her clit, and I wait for the sign that she's about to come. Her watch shows only thirty seconds left, and I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer.
And, then there it is. The skin on her back reddens and her whole body clenches.
"Oh fuck!" I growl, releasing my cum inside her as her pussy grips me with her orgasm.
She moans, her honey drenching my cock and I thrust into her one, two, three more times.
I pull out, and Emma falls to the floor, a sweaty, naked heap as she tries to catch her breath.
I head to the bathroom, returning with a soft, wet cloth.
Emma lays on her back, her arm over her eyes. She lets me clean her up as she tries to catch her breath.
After a moment, I help her to her feet. Kissing her gently, I pull her into my arms. She turns her face against my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
"I'd go with the blue one," I say, breaking the contented silence of our embrace.
Emma's laugh is a sexy, throaty sound, and I immediately know I'm going to try to convince her to sneak away and let me go down on her at the fundraiser.
"Yes, I suppose we shouldn't keep West waiting." She pulls back, shaking her head at me and I grin at my beautiful wife.
One thought races through my brain, and not for the first time since that serendipitous night three years ago.
I am one lucky, stubborn hearted bastard.