Epilogue
ISABELLE
True to my word, I didn’t move in with Lucas.
For a whole month.
He kept remembering new things, and telling me about them. I kept looking out for signs of badness, which never came.
We talked a lot.
We kissed a lot, too.
Then I moved in some of my things, for practical reasons, what with me needing him in my arms too much. A few weeks later, I moved in the rest, seeing as I needed him in my arms every night.
Tonight is no exception.
He flips me onto my stomach and spreads my legs. I smile as he kisses and rubs me, his thick erection prodding against my leg.
In six months, one gets used to being loved and desired. To the passion of the man I considered unattainable. To his insatiable appetite for me, to the warmth of his body, to the sight of him straining to hold off his release until I’ve had mine…
I love watching Lucas when we make love.
But I love this position, too, where I can’t see him.
He enters me, and I almost come straight away, so heightened are all my senses.
I can hear his labored breathing and our flesh slapping.
His cock is deliciously hard and thick inside me.
The feel of his chest against my back, the weight of him…
And the smell! Lucas smells like the god of sex.
I dig my hands and knees into the mattress and push back, urging him to give me more.
He begins to thrust harder and harder, until I come.
Slipping his hands under me to cup my breasts, he thrusts a few more times and groans his orgasm.
“I have something important to tell you,” I say a few moments later when we cuddle.
“Me, too.”
I smile. “OK, you go first.”
“No, you go first.”
We fall silent before we speak at once.
“I’m resigning from my job,” I say.
“Marry me,” he says.
We pause again, processing.
“Why are you resigning?” he asks. “Are you uncomfortable being my club’s publicist?”
“A little, but it’s not—”
“Do you feel you see too much of me?” he butts in. “Am I crowding you?”
I shake my head and reach for my tote bag next to the bed. “I’ll continue counseling and helping you, but behind the scenes. I’ll no longer work for you.”
“Did you get a better offer?” He stares at the large envelope in my hands. “Is that your new contract?”
“That’s not how I envisioned it, but I guess you could call it that.” I smile and show him an ultrasound image.
He stares at it, dumbfounded, and looks back at me. “Twins.”
His expression is priceless.
I nod, chuckling.
“Twins,” he says again. “You thought… you feared you couldn’t—”
“Turns out I could.” I shrug. “Perhaps I just didn’t get enough sex before moving in with you.”
“How come I didn’t notice anything?” He touches my flat tummy.
“Yeah, well, it’s not unusual not to show in the first trimester.”
“How far along are you?”
“Three months,” I say. “I’d had no idea until two days ago when I realized I hadn’t had my period since early October.”
He frowns, not convinced.
“It’s been such a busy time, what with the Youth Aquatics Games, the new season, and signing with Cleona Bank… Besides, I didn’t have any nausea.”
“So you did a pregnancy test and booked an appointment with a doctor.” He points at the image. “And you kept it from me.”
“I did two tests. The first one was positive and the second, negative.” I touch his hand. “I wanted to be sure before I broke the news to you.”
He pulls me to his chest. “Izz, you should’ve told me! I would’ve liked to accompany you to your first checkup.”
“I promise I’ll take you along for the second,” I murmur against the hollow if his neck.
He lifts my head up, looking concerned. “It’s OK for us to have sex, right?”
“Oh yes.”
“As often as before?”
I nod.
“Am I allowed to… go as deep as before?”
My lips quirk. “Uh-huh.”
“I don’t want to hurt the babies.”
“You won’t.”
The line between his eyebrows disappears, and he takes my mouth in a long, thorough kiss.
“Would you like to get married before or after the babies are born?” he asks when we break the kiss.
Clearly, the possibility of me saying no hasn’t occurred to him.
Oh, who am I kidding?
There is no possibility—not even the slightest chance, not in this universe or in any of the infinite parallel universes around us—that I’ll say no to his proposal.
“Definitely before.” I nuzzle up against his chest. “While we have time and energy for such frivolous pursuits.”
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