Epilogue

Epilogue

Willow

I turn from the mirrored wall to face my class of miniature ballerinas. "I think we're done for the day, girls. Good job! I'll see all of you on Thursday."

The adorable group of preschoolers giggle and run over to their waiting parents. All except one little girl with bright red hair and a dusting of freckles over her nose. That little one is all mine and she doesn't run. Instead, she does pirouettes across the room into my waiting arms.

As she reaches me, I lean down and swing her up in my arms, giving her a twirl as she giggles, a sound I love more than almost anything in the world.

"Ahem." A throat clearing from the doorway catches my attention. I look up to find a tall, dark-haired man standing a few steps away.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." I ease Ivy down to the floor and give the man my attention. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, I'm, well..."

I try not to wrinkle my nose as he clears his throat again and shuffles a little in his spot. I offer a smile hoping it helps him find the words to tell me what he's here for. I have a slew of things to do tonight. And living with my gorgeous, arrogant, possessive husband leaves me a little impatient when dealing with men who lacked his confidence.

"Well, I'm Maddie's dad." He gestures over to the little blonde girl waiting by the door. And suddenly, a light dawns. I've heard some stories about Maddie's dad from the other moms. The jerk left Maddie's mother, a lovely woman who was now mostly on her own to take care of three small children while her soon-to-be-ex chased anything with a pair of tits.

I don't bother hiding my scowl this time. My guess, as the owner of a pair of tits, is that I am about to be on the receiving end of one of his advances. I move to tell him exactly what I think of deadbeat dads who hit on married women, but before I get a word out, Ivy lets out a shriek, "Daddy!"

My eyes dart over the strange man's shoulder to see my tall, beautiful, sexy husband walk into the dance studio, holding in his arms the only other man who holds a place in my heart—our five-month-old son Benjamin.

"Everything okay?" Aron steps around Maddie's dad and barely spares him a glance before walking straight up to me and kissing me—a long, wet, lingering kiss that goes on and on.

"Daddy!" Ivy's giggled shriek breaks us apart finally and I stand there breathless and swaying in my ballet flats.

He grins down at me, the cocky jerk. He knows exactly what he does to me. As time went on I thought the feelings would fade. But no, they've only grown. One glance from him and I am the same fifteen-year-old girl who adored him from afar.

"You can't kiss Mommy like that!" Ivy chides him.

Aron hands Ben over to me and I place a kiss on one of his chubby cheeks, cuddling him close.

"I can kiss Mommy like that any time I want to," he teases our daughter as he scoops her into his arms giggling. "She's mine."

Those last two words come sharp and firm, and as he speaks, he flicks a menacing glance up at the man still standing there awkwardly waiting to talk to me. He swallows hard and fear skitters across his face.

I have to hold back my own giggle this time. "I'm sorry, Mr…"

"W-Wade, Scott Wade." He looks like he is about to offer me his hand, but again my husband steps between us, towering over the other man by nearly a foot.

"Perhaps you should have Mrs. Wade talk to my wife ," Aron suggested in a tone that suggests he take his advice. He leans forward and I know we are about ten seconds away from Aron picking the man up and tossing him out the front door. Then we'd probably spend our night with Aron stitching him up in his ER.

"Uh, oh. Um, sure. Right, but um..." Mr. Wade mumbles, taking a step back.

I can see defeat flash across his face. I almost feel sorry for him if Aron and I both didn't know what a lousy father and husband he is to little Maddie and her mom. Well, ex-husband but still.

Maddie stands by the door looking a bit forlorn and wearing the leotard I gave her because her mother didn't receive child support from this dickhead in over two months. Things like leotards and dance lessons became a luxury the poor woman struggles to provide for her child.

An idea comes to me, and I send Aron a mischievous grin. "Oh, wait, Mr. Wade. I'm sorry, I just realize you must have wanted to pay me for Maddie's dance lessons. Come right in here and you can pay her next six months' tuition like her mother usually does."

I gesture him into my office and in the next ten minutes, with my husband standing guard so the man can't escape, I manage to have the weasely man pay for six months of lessons, plus three new leotards. And right then and there I decide Maddie would be the recipient of a dance scholarship for the next six months which means I can reimburse Mrs. Wade and she can't protest.

After Maddie and her dad leave, Aron and I round up our children and close down my little dancing school—a gift he gave me the day Ivy was born so he could fulfill my dream of teaching my daughter to dance.

Once we had the kids buckled safely in the SUV, Aron walks me around to the passenger side and presses me against the door. I can feel his hard cock against me through the layers of our clothes and I moan as I mentally count down the hours until we tuck the kids into bed.

"I get what you were doing back there, but you should have let me handle that guy. It's my job to take care of you, especially when it comes to guys like that."

I shrugged. "And miss all my fun?"

He shoots me a stern look. "Keep it up, baby, and you'll find yourself face down over my lap tonight with your ass in the air and covered in my handprints."

I shiver at his words as my panties are suddenly soaked. I can't resist poking the bear. "Promises, promises."

I turn quickly and into the car, watching as Aron stalks around to the driver's side. The hot look he flashes me means I've earned a new kind of kinky foreplay we'll both enjoy.

His hand slides into mine and our fingers link. "Let's go home, baby."

I look at him and know my heart and soul are already there with him.

Thank you for reading Willow and Aron's story! Read on for High Heat Christmas Kisses, a spicy one-night stand with a Scottish duke at Christmas.