Epilogue

Eight years later

Abigail

"Now, tell us, Mr. Kings: what is your experience like being married to a journalist?"

"It's been quite an adventure," Cade replies, his tone a mixture of nostalgia and amusement.

"Would you change anything?"

"No, I wouldn't," he says.

"Okay, Mr. Kings. What's one thing that's remained a constant in your marriage for the past eight years?"

"Oh, that would be the explosive, mind-blowing orgasms."

"Babe, you're on tape!" I exclaim, quickly pushing the pause button on my recorder. "You can't say that."

"Why not?" he asks, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "It's the truth. Isn't journalism based on facts?"

"Cade!"

"Alright, kitty… I'm sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all. "Enough of work, honey… Can you come to bed now."

"But I have to edit the… Cade!" I scream, laughing, when he jumps out of bed and comes to grab me from the couch. He dumps me on the bed and immediately follows after, caging me in between his arms.

"Do you know how long I've been tempted to take this off you?" he mutters, tugging deftly at the belt that holds my robe together.

I place my hand over his in a half-hearted attempt to stop him, even though I can feel my body responding to the dark lust in his eyes. "Darling, I really need to fine-tune the story tonight so it can be ready for publication tomorrow."

"The story can wait, my love," he says, gently shrugging my hand off to continue his mission. Then he looks up at me with a cheeky smile. "You're the boss, aren't you?"

"Did you forget I still have to answer to the board of directors?" I ask, rolling my eyes playfully at him.

"You've been doing exceptionally well so far, my dear. I'm proud of you. Now, come on. Give daddy some sugar," he says in a faux-Elvis impression, giving me a familiar, exaggerated wink.

"Oh, not the sugar wink," I say with a laugh.

One thing that hasn't changed in the past eight years is the fact that Cade has never stopped making me laugh. Life with him has been amazing. He makes me happier than I ever imagined possible. Just when I thought it couldn't be any better, we had our son, Jayden, four years ago. Right now, I wouldn't trade my life for anything… not even for all the riches in the universe.

Cade lowers his mouth to mine in a long, languorous kiss, his hands roaming all over my body: my breasts, my shoulders, my hair. I close my eyes, submitting to the intoxicating sensation of his touch and the overwhelming waves of desire washing over me.

"We really should complete the interview," I whisper weakly, gasping when his mouth fastens over my breast. I arch into his mouth, bunching the sheets in my fist as pleasure shoots through every nerve in my body.

"Oh, we will," he murmurs, kissing his way down to my stomach until he gets to the area between my thighs. He peers up at me with a wicked grin. "And I'm just getting started."

Then he leans down and kisses my sex, causing me to let out a strangled moan as a maddening heat pulses through my blood. He runs his tongue over my aching clit, causing my legs to buckle. I bury my fingers in his hair, wildly rocking my hips, urging him on as he continues to drive me crazy with his mouth.

Then, he slides a finger inside of me, withdraws, and inserts two fingers again. I gasp, feeling numb with pleasure as he continues to finger fuck me, hard and fast. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he flicks his tongue over my clitoris, sending me tumbling into an endless well of pleasure.

"Oh my God, Cade!" I scream as my body coils up tightly with an overwhelming tension. "P-please…"

"What do you want, honey?" he asks, his thumb rubbing my clit in small, provocative circles. "Tell me, baby…"

"I- I want you," I say breathlessly, arching impatiently against his hand. "I want you inside of me."

"Alright, kitty," he says, then rises swiftly above me. He pulls down his pants, takes out his hard, eager length, and mounts me, letting it rest against my thigh as he continues to stroke me. I shut my eyes, writhing from one side to the other, my hands gathering the soft sheets at my sides into knots. My whole body feels flushed and achy, in desperate need of release.

He lowers his mouth to mine, capturing my lips in a gentle, passionate kiss. Then slowly, he slides into me, filling me… completing me.

"Look at me, kitty," he says, his voice filled with indisputable intensity and tenderness. I open my eyes to look into his, my heart filling with an insurmountable joy at the profound emotion I see there.

"I love you," he murmurs, looking deeply into my eyes.

"I love you too," I reply, cradling his face in my palms. "I love you so much."

He pulls out slowly and slams into me with a force that sends both of us tumbling over the edge. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tightly as pleasure ripples through our bodies, consuming us entirely.

~The End