Epilogue
Ella — A Few Months Later
“Stop it or I’m going to squirt you!”
I hold up the spray bottle in self-defense. I squeeze the handle. A tiny burst of liquid comes out of the nozzle.
My heart pitter-patters as Cole locks the door behind him.
If anyone knocks on that door, there’s going to be hell to pay.
He walks toward me with a stone-cold look on his face that makes warmth spread through me. He takes my face in his hands and crushes his lips down on mine. The spray bottle falls to the floor with a thump. I give in to his kiss. I link my arms around his neck and slide my fingers through his hair.
He pulls away softly and I scratch my fingernails against his shirt.
He starts to unbutton it with his eyes locked on mine.
He always wears these crisp, white button-downs with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
I will never, ever get over how fast my panties burst into flames when I see those thick, tattooed forearms and the way he wears his sleeves.
I can’t stay away from him for long. He pulls me against his chest and slides his lips across mine, taking his time, until our tongues are tangling in an achingly slow dance.
“I really need to clean this room,” I whisper against his lips teasingly. “It’s the last one.”
“You’re off the clock now, babe. And what’s the point in cleaning this room anyway? We’re just going to get it dirty again.”
He grips my ass and gives it a good, hearty squeeze. Then he gives me a little smack across one of my butt cheeks.
Every part of me is on fire. Burning. Whimpering. Begging for my man.
His eyes grow wide as his gaze lands on the front of my shirt. He exhales deeply and my nipples twist into a pair of aching peaks.
“No bra today,” he rasps as he regards me carefully with his hands gripping my waist. “I hope you didn’t let any of our guests see you like this.”
I slide my fingers up and down his salt-and-pepper beard. I love how his beard scratches against me. I would happily wear the abrasion from his stubble on my cheeks like a token of pride, and he knows it.
“You’re the only one. You are my very special VIP guest.”
He smiles and his eyes light up.
I don’t understand how this amazing man can switch from obsessive to sweet on a dime. I don’t even try to understand it anymore. I let him just take me on the journey.
He’s the one steering this ship, and I love it.
“As your special VIP guest,” he says, “I think I’m entitled to a little extra-special service.”
“You’ll have to go through the front desk for that,” I whisper as I cross my arms over my chest. It makes my breasts jiggle, which I know drives him crazy. I look down at the front of his pants. He’s already hard. I gasp when I see it twitch through the thick material of his dress pants.
He grabs me and tosses me onto the un-done bed. I land on the plush linens and scoot to the edge. My hands go directly to his belt. I yank the zipper down and pull out his cock. He looks down at me with his brow furrowed as I swirl my tongue around the thick ridge.
“I’m not going through the front desk to get to you,” he rasps. “No middleman. You come directly to me when I say so.”
I gasp as he laces his fingers through my hair, and I grip his length, sliding up and down with my lips, keeping the tempo. I’m so wet that I’ve completely soaked through my panties.
This room is definitely not getting cleaned tonight. What’s the point anyway? We’re the only people who ever come in here. It’s been like our own permanent honeymoon suite that has no check-out date and doesn’t charge for room service (not that we offer room service, but you know what I mean).
After we got married on the beach two months ago, we basically moved into this room (when we aren’t touring the globe).
We have everything we need. We’re both busy during the day so this is the perfect getaway for us.
The best days are when I kick my shoes off, unclasp my bra, then see my husband walk out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel tucked against his diamond-cut hips, and seeing his big length rise to meet me.
“Ella, I love you. You’re still as perfect as the day I won you.”
“You didn’t win me.” I pump my hand slower, smearing thick pearls of precum up and down his thick length. “I ran into your arms willingly. And I’d do it again a million times.”
“I count that as a win in my book.”
He’s so hard. I feel like I’m licking velvet wrapped around a steel pole. When I get to the tip, I swirl my tongue, tasting all of his hot precum, then slide my tongue down to the ridge and tease him with slow strokes.
“Fuck.”
The word shakes out of him like a palm tree getting thrashed around in a thunderstorm. His head tips back and his eyes slam shut.
“I can’t take this anymore.” He groans. “I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you. Now. I’m fucking dying here, Ella.”
I reluctantly take my mouth away and lean back on my hands.
He grabs my hips and slides me to the edge of the bed, my legs splaying around his thighs. He pushes my skirt up around my waist, and then his lips are on mine again.
“That’s it, Ella,” Cole groans a moment later. I feel his balls slap against my ass as he slides the tip of his dick over my clit. Then he slides it deep inside me, sending me reeling over the edge. He cums deep inside me. The releae is perfect.
He lowers his head and kisses me as his forehead settles against mine. The room smells like sex. His mouth tastes like mint and his neck smells like cologne. We’re both hot and sweaty. I’m so freaking happy. So fulfilled. Excited and tranquil. Love it. Love it, love it, love it.
“Love you,” hubby pants between breaths like he can read my mind.
“You’re a beast in bed, you know that?” I whisper.
He notches his lips against mine in a smooth, fluid kiss.
“Hey, listen,” I say as I trail my fingers down his chest. “There’s something in the nightstand that I want you to grab.”
“A bible?”
“No,” I laugh. I swat him in the chest. “Not a bible.”
He sets his swimming jade eyes on me.
“A bible wouldn’t protect you from all the nasty shit that’s gonna go down tonight.”
“I told you it’s not a bible,” I nudge. I’m in the afterglow of sex, but I’m so nervous I could jump out of my skin. Good nervous. Excited nervous. “Just go ahead and look.”
He feigns discomfort and groans as he rises to his feet. His hand never leaves my thigh. I watch with rapt attention as he pulls the drawer open and looks inside.
“Are you serious?” he says, his eyes passing to mine as he reaches in.
“I’m serious,” I say. “I will swear on a whole stack of Bibles.”
He pulls the paper from the drawer. It’s the copy of the ultrasound I stashed in there this morning.
He puts the paper down carefully and takes my face in his hands for another kiss.
“Really? Is this real?”
“It’s real. Are you happy?” I whisper as a hint of tears stings my eyes. He presses his thumbs softly beneath my eyes. He’s so quick that he doesn’t give the tears a chance to roll down my cheeks.
“I’ve never been happier.”He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. It’s a closeness that I will love forever.
It’s a closeness that he will never let me forget.
I let out a contented sigh as a smile spreads across my lips.
This is home.
The End
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