Epilogue
T im sweeps me up into his arms and carries me over the threshold. It doesn’t matter that it’s the entrance to a hotel suite. It’s our wedding night, and some traditions transcend location. Setting me on my feet, my devastatingly handsome husband looks at me with hunger evident in his eyes.
“I have a surprise for you, Mrs. Moore.”
“Mrs. Moore!” I repeat. “I can’t believe we’re really married.” I hold my hand out, admiring the three-and-a-half-carat wedding band that sparkles even more than my engagement ring. Or my promise ring.
“You’re mine. To have and to hold and to sexually harass for as long as we both shall live.”
“That’s not how the vows went.”
“But it’s what they mean,” he teases, his eyes twinkling. I know that look. He’s up to something.
“What aren’t you telling me?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Tonight is special. I want to make sure you remember it.”
My eyes cloud over as I look at him in his tux. He’s only grown more handsome over the year since we first met. “Every minute with you is memorable. I’m so happy. I didn’t think real love and happiness like this existed.”
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip before crushing my mouth with his. His tongue pushes past my lips with need and hunger. I feel the effect of his greedy kiss in my belly and between my legs. “I never thought love and sex like this existed,” he says, coming up for air.
He unzips the back of my dress and helps me step out of it. I’m in a white bustier, thong, and thigh-high stockings. Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I run my hand over the bulge in his pants.
“Are you ready to make it official and consummate our marriage, Mr. Moore?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet. I have a surprise.”
“What kind of surprise?”
We’re interrupted by a knock on the door. Tim smiles before he turns and answers it.
Mortified, I grab my dress to hold up against my body and run into the bathroom. “Honey, your surprise is here.”
*
“A massage table? What’s that for?” I ask, returning to the room as Tim covers the table with a white sheet in the living area of the suite.
“A massage, what else?” My husband answers, his eyes twinkling.
“We’re getting massages?”
Tim shakes his head. “You’re getting a massage. I’m the one giving it. Now, what have I told you about covering up that hot body?” He says, helping me slip out of my dress again and tossing it to the ground.
He lifts me by the back of my thighs and sets me down at the edge of the table. “You are a dream come true, Mrs. Moore.” He whispers before engaging me in a deep kiss that makes me forget all about the promised massage. “I promise to work every day to make all your dreams come true.”
I watch my husband toss his tux jacket on the bed, along with his cuff links, and roll up his shirt sleeves. I melt with unbridled desire, waiting for his hands to work their magic on my body.
“You already have.”
He shakes his head, the playful glint evident in his eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Tim’s warm lips caress me as his hands get busy shedding my remaining clothes. Once I’m naked, he drenches his hands with the oil.
“I want you nice and relaxed for what’s coming next.”
Tim’s mouth works its way from my shoulders and neck, down my back, all the way down. My body tenses, realizing I’m vulnerable and at his mercy. I don’t worry, though. I know my husband might push my limits, but I’m safe with him.
His hands work my muscles over, putting me in a trance, my body more relaxed than I ever remember.
“I owe you so much, Bailey. You’re my partner, my best friend, and now my wife.” He whispers, turning me over and dousing my chest in oil. “Moore Weddings wouldn’t be the success it is without you.”
“It’s all you. It was your idea. You started it. I’m just a supporting actor.” He lifts my leg and works the tired muscles in my calf.
“But the travel agency was your idea.” His hands move up to my thigh.
“You already set up the travel plans and itineraries. The agency just gave that part of the service an official name and central location.”
“Bailey.” There’s something in his voice that makes me nervous. “Don’t be mad.” Uh oh. There it is. I sit up. “Oh no you don’t.” He settles me back down. “I’m not done.” He kisses me just below my belly button and massages the top of my thighs, enticing me to follow his directions.
“Timothy Moore. What did you do?”
“I wanted it to be my wedding gift to you.”
“Tim.”
“We have a few large investors now, and we bought a mega yacht for Moore Destination Weddings.”
I shoot up. “We own a yacht!?” Holy cow, I never dreamed. Well, I did dream, but I never imagined owning anything as luxurious as a yacht.
Amused by my reaction, my husband stares at me with a smile. “Actually, we own two. One is for the business, and I know we were saving to buy a house, but I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind living on the boat so we could travel the world and get firsthand experience at some of the locations we promote.”
“TWO YACHTS!” I turn and sit with my legs hanging over the side of the table.
“Yes.” He opens my legs and leans in so our chests touch. “And when we stop somewhere, or we feel like we want a change, we can go spend time in a hotel. For research purposes, of course.”
“WE’RE GOING TO LIVE ON A YACHT!?” I can’t get past that.
He laughs at my reaction. “So you’re not mad that I spent our savings without asking you?”
I grab his shirt and pull him in for a long, deep kiss. Even though I’m covered in oil, Tim wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.
“I’m not mad,” I whisper as I break the kiss. “Next time, I’d like you to ask, but I appreciate it.”
“Good. I can’t help that I want to give you the world.”
I hold his head in my hands and pull him to me so that our foreheads touch. “You already have, when you gave me your heart.”
“So it’s not the yacht that has you hot and bothered?” He strokes my dampened seam with the back of his fingers.
I smile. “No. I’d live in a cardboard box as long as it’s with you.” I mean it. Every word.
“Are you sure about that?”
I nod. “As long as you let me decorate it.”
He pulls me against his chest again and holds me tight. “You don’t have to worry about a cardboard box; we’re doing well, especially in this economy. And I don’t know how you did it, but you won my parents over. For our wedding gift, they reinstated my trust.”
“I’m happy for you.” I sigh, happy the rift between my husband and his parents is healing. “I’m sorry I put you in such a bad position when I came into your life.”
He grabs my chin and kisses me long and hard. “Meeting you has been the best thing to ever happen to me. And if it means we have nothing and live in a cardboard box, then so be it.” He rips his shirt open, buttons flying in all directions. I waste no time in tracing the lines, highlighting each etched muscle.
“Maybe we should buy an oversized cardboard box? Just in case.” I say, kissing a trail down his flank as he works his belt and tux pants off.
My husband stands to his full height and looks me over. Resting a hand on the table on either side of me, he leans in for a kiss. Remembering the bottle of oil is within reach, I pick it up and squirt it all over his chest and abdomen.
“You naughty, girl.” In one swift motion, he takes the bottle from me, tosses it on the floor, and pushes me down on my back. With a stern look, he tosses his boxer briefs on the floor and joins me on the table. “You broke the rules. I should punish you.”
I smile wickedly, welcoming his punishment.
“Spread your legs.”
Biting my lip, I do as I’m told. Holding my hands over my head, he pushes inside me, causing me to gasp. His eyes are locked on mine.
“For as long as we both shall live, it will always be my pleasure to spoil you. To hold you. To love you. Every way possible.”
I whimper, his words giving me as much pleasure as his body. There’s so much I want to say, so much I want to express, but for the time being, the only word I can utter is “More!”
“I’ll give you everything, Mrs. Moore. As much as you can take. Today and every day for the rest of our lives.”
I know he means it. Physically. Emotionally. He’ll give me whatever I want. Whatever I need. Right now, I just want all of him. Luckily, I have a man happy to indulge my request.
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