Epilogue

Epilogue

Maddox

One year later...

The bell over the door rang merrily, but judging by the stomping coming from the customer, they weren’t in a matching mood.

“Of all the nerve!” Aurora snapped as she marched through the door to the bakery’s kitchen. Ariel’s head popped up from where she’d been bent over a cake doing some intricate piping.

“What’s wrong?” Ariel asked, her brow furrowed in concern. I frowned, unhappy whenever my wife was upset. I’d been sitting at the counter watching her work and getting turned on, like I always did. Every time she taste-tested something, every time she licked her lip, every time she bent over and put her sweet little ass in the air, I got closer and closer to bending her over something and fucking her senseless from behind.

I also loved to watch her work because of the way her eyes lit up with joy. It was almost as bright as when she looked at me or Faith, our six-month-old.

So, I bristled at the negative energy Aurora had brought with her into my wife’s happy place. I narrowed my eyes and glared at her. A low growl grumbled in my chest before I could suppress it.

The sound drew Aurora’s attention and when she clocked my expression, her jaw dropped, and she swung her gaze back to Ariel. “You’re pregnant again?” It was my turn for the jaw-dropping.

“How did you know that?” Ariel gasped.

Aurora stuck her thumb in my direction. “He gets extra growly when you’re knocked-up.”

Ariel stretched out to the side so she could see me around Aurora and scowled. I just shrugged. It was true, and I didn’t give a fuck. Ariel insisted that we should wait to tell people, but I wasn’t going to back off just so they wouldn’t guess.

Ariel sighed and straightened back up. “I assume there’s a reason you came stomping in here like someone kicked your puppy?”

Aurora punched her fists onto her hips and huffed angrily. “Some jerk just opened a law office next door to our chapel! Next door!”

“Oooookayyyy…” Ariel drew out her answer and studied her sister quizzically.

“It’s an outrage!” Aurora shouted.

I shot to my feet and hurried over to Ariel’s side; my dark expression trained on Aurora. “Yelling at my pregnant wife isn’t going to fix whatever has you pissed, Aurora.”

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down while Ariel petted my arm, clearly trying to soothe me as well. “Calm down and explain,” Ariel requested. “What’s wrong with a law office?”

Aurora opened her mouth before stopping suddenly to let out a humorless laugh. “I forgot to mention he’s a divorce lawyer.”

I couldn’t help it. I really tried, but I couldn’t contain the bark of laughter that escaped my lips. However, it died quickly when both sisters turned their angry gazes on me. I held up my hands in surrender. “Sorry, you’re right. Complete outrage.”

Ariel smacked my arm then turned back to Aurora. “It’s annoying sure, but is this really something to get so worked up about?”

Aurora threw her hands up in the air and shrieked, “Maybe if he wasn’t so drop-fucking-dead gorgeous on top of it! He’s like a walking advertisement for a deliciously drunken mistake!”

Ariel’s head fell forward, and I heard a quiet snort as her shoulders shook. Aurora started pacing and hadn’t seemed to notice her sister’s reaction. Except, then Ariel lost it and started belly laughing so hard tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes.

I just stood there and smiled like an idiot, completely enchanted with how beautiful she was when she laughed. When she stopped and wiped her eyes, I glanced in the direction of her sister only to find she’d gone.

“Oh, dear. I’m going to pay for that,” Ariel said, still giggling. “Nobody gets even like Aurora.”

Taking Ariel’s hand, I urged her up and took her into my arms. “She’ll have to wait until you aren’t pregnant, so maybe she’ll forget,” I murmured as I trailed kisses along her jaw to a sweet spot just below her ear.

Ariel snorted. “Fat chance. She’s like a freaking elephant. She never forgets anything. She still likes to remind me about how I lost her favorite scrunchie when I was five.”

“Hmmm,” I hummed softly. “I bet I can make you forget.” She dropped her head to the side to give me better access.

“I dare you,” she sighed.

I lifted my head and grinned at her twinkling blue eyes and playful smile. “But, do you double dog dare me?”

Ariel shook her head a little wildly. “No way. The last time I double dog dared you to do something, I ended up pregnant again.”

“You were begging for it, baby.” She glared at me, and I simply smiled smugly in return. One of my hands caressed her belly, while the other palmed her ass and pressed her body into mine. “Good thing you can’t get more pregnant.”

“Um, yep,” she replied breathlessly.

“Belle and Griffith have Faith, baby. How about I get started on fulfilling that dare?”

I kissed her lightly and chuckled when she whispered, “Um, yep.”

Without another word, I swept her up into my arms and carried her through the connecting door to Ink Addiction and into our shared office. Then I flipped the lock and set her on the couch. Ariel shook her head as I went to work on her clothing.

“I think maybe we should build me a separate office in the bakery.” I stopped as I was sliding her jeans and underwear down her legs and frowned up at her. “Think about it, Maddox,” she explained. “The only thing we do when we’re in here together is each other.” She raised a single brow and pointed at her tummy. “And then things like this happen.”

A laugh bubbled up, and I went back to pulling her jeans completely off. She was right, we’d conceived both of our babies in our office. But that wouldn’t change my mind about separate offices. “I’ll be better about letting you work,” I vowed. “But we’re not going to have separate offices.” My tone was firm as I refused to be swayed on this topic.

“That’s—um—that’s what you al—always say,” she stumbled as I began to kiss my way up her leg. “And somehow—oh!”—my tongue had reached her pussy, and I circled her clit a few times—“somehow, I end up spending more time on—uh, yessss…”—I speared my tongue into her channel—“on, um, this couch than at my desk. Holy cow!” I threw her legs over my shoulders, then grabbed her ass to keep her steady—my tongue never letting up its assault—as I carefully got to my feet and navigated over to her desk.

Once there, I dropped to my knees again and set her ass on the smooth wooden top. Then I added my fingers to the mix and quickly pushed Ariel over the edge. When her spasms began to ebb, I gave her a quick kiss on each thigh before surging to my feet. I had my big cock out and plunging into her heat in record time.

“Fuck, baby,” I gritted out. “Always so damn tight.” I put my hand flat between her tits and pressed her backwards until she was laid out on the desk. I’d removed her T-shirt but hadn’t gotten to her bra. Her tits were already beginning to swell from the pregnancy, and they quivered as they practically spilled from the delicate, red lace.

I pulled and plucked the tight buds on top and she moaned, her muscles tightening around me. My hips pumped in hard, deep thrusts and after a couple of minutes, the desk began to shift with each one. We were both spiraling high, on the precipice of ecstasy and as her desk crashed into mine, we both flew apart. The bang of the furniture meeting helped to drown out my roar of completion as I emptied myself inside my wife’s hot, little pussy.

After I had spent every fucking drop and was practically boneless, I laid over her with my head resting in the valley between her tits, her hands lazily running through my hair. “See?” I panted. “I can be good. You’ve spent more time at your desk than the couch today.”

Ariel giggled and tugged on my hair playfully. “I think you did more work at my desk than I did.”

I lifted my head, resting on my chin as I looked up at her and grinned. “How about next time we grab some frosting, and I’ll let you work on me?” Ariel licked her lips, and my cock flexed inside her, making me groan.

A knock broke the heady atmosphere and reminded us that we weren’t as alone as we felt. “Go away,” I growled loudly. “We’re busy working!”

“Working? If that’s work, you’re doing it wrong,” Belle snorted from the other side of the door. Another deep voice rumbled something, and I assumed it was Griffith. “What? I’m just saying,” she replied innocently to whatever he’d said.

I sighed and pulled out of my wife’s warmth but smiled widely when I heard the high-pitched squeal of my baby girl. Ariel and I dressed quickly, then once I was satisfied that she was covered up, with the exception of her panties in my pocket, I opened the door.

Ariel rushed out and scooped Faith out of Belle’s arms and started cooing lovingly. She acted as though they’d been apart for months, and it was cute as hell. As I watched them, and pictured our life in seven months when we’d have another little one, I would double dog dare anyone to find a more perfect life than ours.

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