Epilogue 1
ADDISON - SEVEN MONTHS LATER
# Happy endings should always be delivered as promised
“Take it all off, Firefly. Leave the shoes,” Chase growls. He’s sitting against the headboard in his shirt and dress pants, arms behind his head and his biceps straining against the fabric of his shirt. He looks good enough to eat.
“You want me to leave the shoes?”
He nods. “I love fucking you in those slutty red heels.”
I gasp, faking my horror. “Pretty sure you’re not allowed to call your wife slutty, sir. Especially not on her honeymoon.”
“Pretty sure I called your shoes slutty, baby. Now take off your clothes and get your ass over here.”
“The dress too?” I lower the straps of the beautiful cream silk dress he bought me today while we were shopping in Milan. The one that hugs my curves so perfectly it feels tailor-made, and the one he’s been growling about tearing off me all night.
“Especially the dress. I want to see what’s mine.”
I unzip it agonizingly slowly.
He growls, frustrated. “Don’t make me come over there and rip it off you, Addie.”
“You can’t do that, Chase. It cost a fortune. And I did promise you a striptease.”
He groans, “You’re all tease and no strip.”
“You’re so impatient.”
He climbs off the bed, stalking toward me like a lion stalking its prey.
“No, Firefly. I have been a very patient man. I have taken you for dinner and danced with you under the stars, and I have behaved like a gentleman all night while you have flaunted this incredible, sexy body every single chance you got.”
He slides his arms around my waist, yanking me close until my chest bumps against his.
“Hmm.” I trail my fingers over his collar.
“I’m not sure sliding your hand into my panties in the car, or following me into the restroom and pinning me against the wall while you fingerbanged me can be considered gentlemanly behavior. ”
He smirks, pulling my bra down and exposing a hard nipple. “Given what I wanted to do to you, I’d say it was pretty damn restrained.” He dips his head and sucks the stiff peak into his mouth. I arch into the pleasure, moaning softly as his skilled tongue works over my flesh.
“You’re always so sensitive here, baby,” he chuckles before tugging down the rest of my bra and paying the same attention to my other breast.
No, I’m not sensitive, he’s just too skilled. I’m like Silly Putty in his hands—or his mouth. “I didn’t take my birth control today.”
He nips me gently and a feral growl rumbles in his chest. “Good girl.”
We both want kids—he wants two, I want four, but maybe we’ll compromise on three.
With skilled fingers he works my dress down and over my hips, until the fabric lies in a cream pool at my feet.
His hand glides over my stomach, and then dips into the waistband of my panties.
Pleasure is already skittering around my body before he even touches me, and then his fingers brush my clit and I groan his name.
“Sensitive here too, princess. You know these panties are soaked.” He slides his hand all the way inside them.
“Because you made me come in the restroom, and the car,” I remind him.
He smiles against my skin. “You make it very hard to keep my hands off you, baby. Very. Fucking. Hard.” He punctuates the last three words with a kiss, working his way up my collarbone to my neck.
I squeeze the length of him through his pants. “Yes, I’d say you definitely are.”
He captures my wrists, circling them both in one strong hand before pinning them behind my back. Then he runs his nose over my neck, humming softly to himself. “You had your chance, Addie, and now it’s my turn to play.”
He tweaks my nipple and a shiver of excitement runs up my spine. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
A dark laugh tumbles out of his lips, his breath warming my skin. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
“Will it at least involve lots of orgasms?” I ask cheekily.
He swats my ass hard. “Don’t I always take care of you, baby?”
“Yes, you do. Always.” In every single way there is.
“I love you, Addie Hunter,” he growls. “Remember that in a few minutes when I have you tied up and begging for my cock.”
“I love you too, Chase Hunter.”
He is the only man I’ve ever loved. The only man I’ll ever love.
He wasn’t my first mistake—he was never a mistake at all. But he was my first everything.
And like he said, he’ll be my last.