Epilogue
One year later…
Isit in the chair still tired from the night before. It has been a long flight and the makeup artist keeps giving me glares because I’m trying to eat while she’s putting on my makeup, but she won’t say anything. I’ll just keep getting the looks.
“Trust me, if I don’t eat my breakfast Lucas will be more trouble than we want to deal with.” I hear Rebecca snort-laugh from behind me because it’s the truth. It’s our first morning in Fiji, having gotten in late last night. I missed breakfast because my husband decided he wanted to have me for breakfast, making me late to the shoot to begin with.
He hadn’t been happy with my saying I’d wait until lunch to eat. I wasn’t at the location of the photoshoot for more than five minutes, my ass had barely hit my chair, and eggs benedict was being delivered right to me. It’s my weakness…well, my second behind my husband.
“Take ten,” Lucas says as he comes strolling into the tent like he owns the place. I guess he kinda does, but unless it has to do with me, he doesn’t interfere all that much.
He’s dressed in casual khaki shorts and a soft white cotton shirt. Still somehow he looks like a billionaire that owns the world, even without one of his suits on.
“Take your ten, but that it’s. The sun is an issue. Even you have no control over it,” Rebecca reminds her brother. I fight a laugh at his face because I know the look. He’s actually thinking of ways he could possibly control the sun.
“Ten is good, Rebecca,” I cut in before they go into one of their mini fights that can be rather adorable, but we don’t have time for one right now. She’s right. If we want a sunrise shoot we need to stick to the time schedule or we’ll be back here tomorrow morning cutting into Lucas’s and my plans for our second honeymoon.
When we landed here last night all the feelings from our wedding and honeymoon flooded me. I’d forgotten how much I love it here. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year. I swear I’ve been with this man my whole life. It’s hard to think I lived without him.
Rebecca walks out of the tent and leaves us alone. It’s crazy how close she and I have become. We’re more like sisters now than two people who work together. I didn”t only get Lucas when we married, I’d gotten a family. I love them all. They didn’t bat an eye when Lucas rushed us to get married five seconds after we met.
Lucas puts his hands on either side of the tall chair I’m sitting in, caging me in. He leans down and kisses me deeply. You’d think I hadn’t seen him for days and his face hadn’t been between my legs not even an hour ago.
His hand slips into the thin white robe I have on and engulfs my breast. He groans into my mouth before pulling himself from me and fixing my robe. “I don’t like you sitting around in only a robe in public,” he growls as he picks up the container that has my breakfast in it. He brings a bite to my mouth. I part my lips for him and he feeds me.
“Bikini is white,” I tell him. They didn’t want to risk getting makeup on it. It’ll be the last thing I put on before we shoot.
“I’m glad you guys moved into swimsuits. They cover more,” he says as he brings another forkful to my mouth. I take it, knowing he hasn’t taken a look at the bathing suit line then. They cover about the same as some of the lingerie.
“Does it really matter?” I ask after swallowing my food. “You made sure the staff is all-female,” I say with a laugh. He lifts his hand and brushes something from my lips with his thumb. He brings it to his own mouth and licks it. I clench my thighs together, wondering if he did that on purpose to get me hot.
“The security isn’t,” he says with a grunt. I find his jealousy adorable. It probably has something to do with how I grew up. Having someone in my life that wants me all to himself makes me feel special. He makes me feel so much. I even love that grumpy look he has on his face right now. I don’t care if I should like it. I do.
“I’m only yours,” I remind him. “Only you have ever touched or seen the things underneath the things I wear.”
“The only one that ever will,” he adds.
“Kiss me,” I tell him, knowing it will calm him. He does instantly. “I want to relive our honeymoon all over again when today is over.” I dig my fingers into his shirt.
“Oh, we will. We won’t be leaving that hut over the water all weekend unless it’s for a swim.” I smile up at him, loving this plan. Only him and me for a week straight. It’s perfect. He’s perfect.
It’s been a wild last year. The company had exploded. Lucas was right. We put women of all shapes and sizes in the campaign and it sold like crazy. The press has been all over it. We can’t keep the shelves stocked, and I’m so happy for Rebecca.
What’s odd out of all of it is people recognizing me when I’m out and about. Lucas hasn’t been too happy about that. If he isn’t by my side then security is. He’s sure someone will just snatch me away from him.
“Then let me get this shoot done and we can start our week together. I know you’re itching to go check security now that you’ve ensured I’ve eaten.” He smiles before leaning in and kissing me again. I let go of his shirt.
“Love you, petal,” he says before slipping from the tent. Moments later everyone is back in action, getting me ready.
I wonder if I’ll get pregnant during this honeymoon. I really thought I would have by now. It’s not like we use protection. It’s probably for the best with how busy we’ve been. Between this and wanting to spend every other moment we have together, maybe it was good I haven’t gotten pregnant yet. We have time. I know one way or another we’ll have a family. We should enjoy this time together.
When my makeup is done, I slip into the white bikini and pull my robe back on before walking out of the tent onto the beach where everything is set up and ready to go. I give my husband a wink, knowing I can’t go over to him because he’ll kiss me, and not only will his sister lose it but so will the makeup artist.
When I drop my robe, a string of curses leaves Lucas. “That’s not a fucking bathing suit!” he shouts. Everyone ignores him. They’re used to his comments by now. I felt out of place during my first few shoots but now modeling is as easy as breathing. There is something about feeling good in your skin that I believe comes through in the pictures.
I glance over to Lucas a few times as I pose and move around. His arms are folded over his chest, his jaw tight, and I know he’s going to fuck the shit out of me the moment he gets his hands on me.
He rides this razor-thin line of loving that everyone knows I’m his, that he’s married to me, as if getting me to say “I do” was his greatest achievement. That’s balanced with the side that has to remind himself that I’m only his, even if the world gets to see pictures of me like this. Fucking me like crazy tonight will be how he reconciles both sides as he commands me to tell him I belong to him over and over again.
I don’t know why that always turns me on, but it does. Thinking about it now my body starts to heat. It knows what’s to come. Something must show on my face, and Lucas reads me so easily. He’s on me even as his sister yells at him to stop. He lifts me, swiftly throwing me over his shoulder. I don’t fight him. I’m ready to go, too.
I hear Rebecca shout, “That’s a wrap,” as Lucas deposits me in the back of a limo. He’s not only recreating our honeymoon, I realize. We’re also reliving the time he took my virginity. He closes the window to shut the driver out from seeing us as he comes down on top of me, reminding me of the night I fell in love with him. Though I’m pretty sure I’ve loved him my whole life.