Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
Anna
When I found out that Jeremy thought of the safe room as “the monster’s lair,” I became so enamored with the name that now I can’t call it anything else. It just has a certain ring to it—even if Jeremy isn’t a monster, not at all. How could he be when he’s my hero, my daddy, the man who keeps all the bad things away?
I consider leaving the package there, in the monster’s lair, but then I have an even better idea. It will be tricky to pull off, though, so I do something naughty. I enlist my stepson’s help.
Not that Elijah and I really have a mother/son relationship. He has a mom, and while she may not be perfect, I’d never try to take her place. Maybe it’s because we’re so close in age, but I think of him more as a little brother or friend now that I’m officially not his nanny.
Luckily, while Elijah may not need a nanny anymore, he still has the sense of humor of a teenage boy. So when I tell him that I want to play a joke on his dad, he doesn’t ask any questions—and thank God for that. Because the package he’s going to make sure Jeremy finds?
It contains a sex toy. Or half of one, to be exact. And I’d die if he found out the kinds of games Jeremy and I play.
He does have one objection, though. “This package is addressed to you, Anna. How am I supposed to make sure he opens it?”
“Trust me, buddy. He’ll open it. Your dad is too nosy to resist.”
Jeremy
The carousel of beauties slides across my screen, but I barely see it. All of these women are beyond eligible, but none of them compare to my wife. I thought that locking Anna down would satisfy the monster, but marrying her has only caused my obsession to grow.
Being separated from her, even by only a few miles, is sheer hell. How the hell am I supposed to focus on approving this latest user interface redesign when all I can think about is my sexy little wife?
Feeling the beginnings of a headache forming, I close out of Twinge and pull up the tracking software. Both Elijah's and Anna’s phones are at home. Good. That must mean that Anna’s graduation rehearsal finished early.
I switch to the camera feed. I find Elijah in the kitchen, an obscene pile of sandwiches stacked on a plate in front of him. Typical. Anna, on the other hand, is nowhere to be found...
Heart pounding, I check the tracking software again. Both her phone and her car are listed as being at home, and her phone is connected to the Wi-Fi.
I barely pause as I pass Heather’s office on my way to the stairs. “Working the rest of the day from home,” I call out, sprinting down the hall.
“Chill, Jeremy. You know your wife’s messing with you. How many times are you going to fall for—”
“I can’t take the risk,” I reply, voice tight. “If anything happened to her…”
My guts twist at the thought of what horrors could have befallen my angel, and I can’t finish the thought. Not giving Heather a chance to reply, I sprint toward the fire door. I reach the parking garage in record time, then rush across town, running more than a few red lights. The monster demands it.
When I reach the house, I find Elijah still in the kitchen. He’s moved on to a massive bowl of Lucky Charms.
“Where’s Anna?” I demand by way of greeting.
He rolls his eyes. “No clue, Dad. But a package came for her,” he says, mouth still full of food. “It might be important. A graduation gift or something,” he adds helpfully.
At this, my heart rate slows. Heather was right. False alarm. Because suddenly, I know exactly where my naughty girl is hiding.
Carefully schooling my features, I take the box into my office without comment. My son is a terrible actor, and Anna isn’t as sneaky as she thinks. I never pretended that I stopped stalking her after the wedding, so it’s amusing that she thinks she can hide anything from me.
Still, I’m surprised that she’d involve my son in her latest sex game. Although it was obvious that Elijah has no idea what’s in this box. Not bothering to be careful, I slice open the box—and frown.
Beneath the item I was expecting to find—the remote control for Anna’s new vibrator—is another that’s more puzzling. A vintage band T-shirt. The cover of Nirvana’s Nevermind to be exact, the one with a baby on it.
A baby...
Heart pounding, I take the T-shirt out of the box and unfold it. A photograph flutters onto the desk. And not just any photograph—an ultrasound photo.
Holy fuck. How the hell did my clever girl manage to keep this from me? Not only did she trick me into thinking she was still taking her birth control pills, she managed to see an obstetrician without me finding out. I’m going to have to up my game...
Locking the office door, I eye the remote contemplatively. While I intend to make good use of it during the ceremony tomorrow, now’s not the time. Moving aside the painting, my cock stiffens in anticipation as I enter the code for the only room in the house not under video surveillance.
The bookshelf slides out of the way, revealing my naughty little wife sitting in my chair. My eyes drink her in—fuck. She’s wearing a pair of red heels and nothing else.
Kneeling in front of her, I kiss her belly, searching for the subtle signs I must have missed. Is she slightly rounder? I can’t tell, but it’s still early yet.
She bites her lower lip, and my cock throbs. “You’re pleased, Daddy?”
“Oh, I’m over the moon about your pregnancy, angel.” I stand, scooping her up out of the chair and carrying her over to the couch in the main office.
“But?” she asks, voice breathy, feigning a fear I know she doesn’t feel as I arrange her across my lap.
“But you know the penalty for lying to me, little girl.” I caress her delicious ass. “It’s almost as if you want to be spanked...”
In response, she squirms on my lap, rubbing her horny little pussy against the lead pipe in my dress slacks. God, she’s fucking perfection.
And if my little wife wants a spanking, she’ll get one.
Daddy will make sure of that.
XO,
Portia