“No time, Nathan, please.”
“Alright, but keep those noises down, Sparky.Those are mine,” I growl and slide my zipper down as she tugs her tights down her legs.
I sit her on the edge of the desk.
Her breath hitches.
And that’s it.
That’s all it takes for me to zero in on what I do best—bring my wife pleasure.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her like she’s something priceless.
And with all the patience and reverence I can muster, I press my cock to her dripping slit and I push inside.
Christ, she’s tight.Wet.And so fucking hot.
I swallow her moans and start to move, and she clutches at me, wrapping her legs around my hips.
We fall into each other like we’ve been waiting lifetimes.
The emotional floodgates open—and we go through them together.
“I love you, Sparky.Love you so fucking much,” I grunt as her pussy tightens.
Then she’s falling apart, and I follow her straight over the edge, groaning as I spill myself deep inside her.
Later, she lies curled against me, her fingers tracing the tattoos on my skin like she’s memorizing every line.Her breath is soft and warm on my skin.
I kiss her temple.
“Number one.That’s amazing, Nathan.”
“You’re my real number one, Sparky.Always.”
She smiles—soft, sleepy, safe.
And right then I know, this is it.
This has always been it.
The life I was supposed to have.
The music I was meant to write.
The woman who was made for me.
My home.
My heart.
My wife.
My everything.
Epilogue 2: Adrianna
A year later.
