Bonus Epilogue
A Few Years Later
Chloe
As I flip the sign from open to closed, I sigh and roll my shoulders. “I thought today was never going to end.”
“It’s Valentine’s Day at a bakery. What did you expect?” Ashley waves her hands in an outward circle encompassing the shop.
The walls and countertops are covered with red and white heart decorations. Yeah, I love Valentine’s Day, sue me. How could a baker not adore everything sweet, slathered with frosting, and filled with love? Obviously, I don’t know that answer.
“You’d think I’d remember how much work it is, but every year, I forget.” I sashay to the left to avoid the squeaky plank. “Do you and Dillon have big plans?”
She flushes and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “We’re going out to the farm to take a horse ride. His mom is watching Malia.”
“Horse ride? It’s thirty degrees. ”
Her eyes twinkle with delight. “The loft is warm and very romantic.”
“Ahhh.” A quick shudder rakes across my upper back. I would love to get away, but I’ve got to be back at the bakery by four o’clock in the morning. “Well, have fun.”
“You, too.” She grabs her purse, tosses it over her shoulder, and tilts her head to the side. “What about your plans?”
My shoulders sag as thoughts of Rich flash through my brain. “Rich is working tonight, so we don’t have anything planned.”
“I’m sorry.” Ashley places her hand on my forearm.
“It’s fine. I’ll be okay. I’ve got Maverick and Cadence at home, and they’ll keep me entertained. Cadence is just learning to blow bubbles and trying to figure out how to stick out her tongue.” Our kids are the most amazing things that’s ever happened to me. I’m blessed to be their momma.
“Don’t work too late.” Ashley drops her hand from my arm and rushes through the room and into the night .
The second the door snaps shut, I slip into the kitchen. Where is that bag of frosting? Shit. I’m so tired I’m losing things.
Even though the bakery has been depleted of baked goods, the scent of flour, vanilla, butter, and sugar will never go away, which is a bitch when I’m pregnant. Right now, I’m a proud birth control supporter, so the smell is inviting rather than nauseating.
A piece of paper on the island draws my attention. That wasn’t there before. Did Ashley forget her grocery list? I rush over and pick it up.
“Sugar, come upstairs. I’ve got a surprise for you. Love, Rich.”
Warmth settles through my veins like a cupcake rising in the oven. What did he leave me? I force myself not to jog to the door that leads upstairs. As I turn the knob, my fingers shake. Stop. It’s not like it’s a new car or something. It’s upstairs above your shop.
I take the stairs two at a time. When I reach the landing, my mouth drops open. The living room is filled with white twinkle lights, and a soft fire is crackling in the fireplace, leaving the space toasty and welcoming. As I take everything in, my eyes adjust to the dimness in the room.
This is where I lived before Rich and I got married. Living above the bakery made getting to work easy. Now, I rarely use the area. I wander around the room, searching for my present. But nothing’s out of place.
I wrinkle my nose. This is weird. Why would he leave a fire going and nothing else? Is this it? Is mom watching Mav and Cadence? Do I have the place to myself tonight?
Excitement zips through me. I love my kids, but a night of uninterrupted sleep after months of every two-hour feedings sounds like heaven. What woman wouldn’t jump on board for that?
I step into my old bedroom. What in the world? The bed is covered with rose petals, there’s a box of chocolate-covered strawberries on one side of the bed, and there are more candles lining the dressers than lights on the Vegas strip.
“Sugar, are you ready to be worshipped? ”
“Shit!” I shriek and jump into the air as Rich’s deep voice radiates down my spine. Holy hell. I swing around and gape at him. He’s wearing nothing but a smile – my gaze darts everywhere at once.
The man is clearly happy to see me, and in one hand, he holds a bottle of massage oil and in the other is a pastry bag of pink frosting. “That’s where the icing went.” I smirk and step into his space. “I thought you had to work tonight.”
“I am working. I have to work at pleasing my wife.” He leans down and claims my mouth.
With the simple touch of his lips against mine, my blood rushes through my veins, and my knees go weak. Lord have mercy, the man is a beast. To think at one point, he thought he was too rough and abrasive for me. He’s the perfect combination of hard and soft.
I lean back and blink back a tear. “Thank you for surprising me. It’s perfect.”
“We can’t get away to a spa because you have to work in the morning. So what better way to spend the evening, than to bring the spa to you? ”
“God.” I grab his forearms and sway. “You’re perfect.” My gaze dips down to his swollen cock. “And I’m overdressed.”
He grins and flexes, causing his shaft to wave at me. Yeah, I’m just as thrilled to see you. I grind my thighs together to stave off the ache building in my sex.
“Get undressed and get comfortable.”
The desire to melt into a puddle of love and exhaustion nearly undoes me, but I fight through it by running to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind me.
After I fall into the mattress, I have the pleasure of watching him stalk across the room like a giant lion hunting his prey. “Close your eyes and enjoy everything.”
When he’s close enough to touch, I snap my eyes shut and wait. Seconds later, a warm stream of oil dots along my breasts, along with my belly, and down to my sex.
I whimper and wiggle into the mattress like a cat in heat. The mattress dips, and his hard body brushes against mine. Pure heaven. How could he know precisely what I need? How is he so per–
The word trails away as his mouth clasps over my nipple, and his hand sweeps through the curls above my pussy. I moan and drop my knees to the mattress as I shamelessly beg for his attention.
“So, sweet,” he mumbles against my nipple and parts my folds. When his fingertip brushes against my clit, I raise my hips off the bed, desperate for his touch.
“Please.”
“Please what, Sugar?”
“Drive me wild?” My eyes dart open to find him staring at me.
“I love you, Sugar.” His fingers dive into my pussy, and intense pleasure rips through me as he repeatedly plunges inside, filling and stretching my walls.
“God, yes. That feels so good,” I coo, but I crave more. The need to release the day’s stress is eating me from the inside out. His movements stop. My teeth grind tighter, and I lean up. “What?”
He cocks an eyebrow. “You didn’t return the sentiment.”
I roll my eyes and flop against the pillow. “Who knew you were going to be this sensitive? ”
“Who knew you were going to be this dismissive of my needs?” His fingers turn inside my sex, but he still doesn’t stroke where I need him the most.
“Rich,” I growl. “I love you. Now, get to pleasing me.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He chuckles and crawls between my thighs.
When his tongue swipes up the lips of my pussy, I pant and whimper, “God, yes.” Then, he feasts on my clit, causing my nipples to ache. “Fuck, yes.”
As he tugs and sucks on the tender nub, he strokes two fingers deep inside my quivering core. The loud sound of my wet pussy clutching his fingers fills the room, along with my groans and wails of delight.
As I whither on the mattress, my orgasm grows closer until I can almost touch it as it takes on that level of substance.
Splat. The sound combined with a cool substance landing on my clit jerks me out of my oblivion. I glance down to find Rich slathering my sex with frosting. The man has a sweet tooth from hell.
Before I can comment, his fingers spread my folds, and he dives his tongue deep inside my core. Yeah, so not going to fucking complain about his frosting fetish. Why in the hell would I com-
“Oh, my God.” My eyes roll back into my head. “Yes, right there. Don’t fucking stop.”
His chuckle fills the room and vibrates my already screaming sex. My eyelids flutter shut. Yes. Right there. Don’t stop. The words swirl in my head like a tornado of colors, scents, and sounds.
Then the movements stop. Shit. He’s like riding a damned roller coaster. I snap open my eyes as he grasps the base of his dick and guides himself into my opening. “Do you want to come, Sugar?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
His jaw tightens as his nostrils flare. He’s like a sexy God ready to destroy me. “Squeeze your nipples as I pound into your tight sweet pussy.”
Like I could disobey him. My hands fly to my breasts, cupping them while I pinch and twist the hard tips.
As he fills me, I gasp and adjust to his length and girth. “I want you to come on my dick so hard that it feels like you’re sucking me off.”
“Yes.” Tears fill my eyes, and he grasps my hips, pistoning into me like a machine. The harder he lunges, the sweeter it feels. My tits bounce with the movements of my body lunging toward the head of the bed.
Everything about the man completes me. He knows my every wish without me saying them. I didn’t realize he knew I wanted to escape from the everyday grind of being a mom and a business owner, but he provided me with the perfect gift anyway.
When his finger brushes over my clit, my sex clutches his cock, and I ride the waves of a delicious orgasm. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes.” I can’t take any more. Fuck.
He proves me wrong and drags more pleasure out of me until I can’t tell where I end, and he begins. The only thing I can see are the stars behind my eyes.
“Fuuuuck,” he grunts, and his body shakes against the back of my thighs.
Finally, he falls beside me and hauls me to his hard body. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you what you wanted for Valentine’s Day. ”
I jerk my head off the mattress and prop my elbow on the bed. “Yes, you did. You gave me the perfect gift. I couldn’t ask for anything more than your love and your need to make me happy. You’re all my fantasies rolled into one.”