“I’ll always need my darlings,” Atlas agreed.
Chapter 35
Linden
Epilogue –One year later
“Ready?”Atlascalledoutfrom the empty office next to us.
Hugh and I were sitting on foldout chairs in the space we’d recently leased in historic Georgetown. We hadn’t moved in yet, but we would, starting tomorrow.
We’d been fine working at home, but now business was growing rapidly. Soon, we’d have to hire extra staff. I couldn’t wait for the next level.
“We’re just waiting on you, Princess,” Hugh said.
I leaned close to him and whispered, “Do you have it?”
“How could I forget?”
“He’s going to be fucking excited.”
“So will his mother. Jesus.”
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Every weekend for a year, she got on us about marriage and kids. Good lord, she was a handful. But we loved her for it.
“What’s so funny?” Atlas asked.
Hugh winked at me. “Inside joke. You wouldn’t get it.”
“Seriously?”
I chuckled. “Atlas, please come out.”
A poof of black curls suddenly peeped around the corner, then Atlas showed us his face, completely done up in makeup, and not the subtle stuff he normally wore. He actually looked beautiful. Well, more so than usual.
He then stepped out and did a little pirouette for us. “Well, what do you think?”
Hugh froze, and I may have gotten hard. Holy hell. Atlas was wearing a woman’s dress. An adorable dress. It was a tweed plaid sleeveless dress with a pleated miniskirt. He’d paired it with high cable-knit socks.
“It’s totally cute, right?” he asked, giving us another twirl and adorably kicking his foot out from behind before flipping the skirt to reveal white silk panties trimmed in lace and covered in little red hearts.
“So fucking cute,” I breathed.
“You little sass,” Hugh said and stood to inspect Atlas. He took his hand, raised it, and gave him another spin. “You look stunning, Princess.”
I also stood and pressed my body to Atlas’s back. “Stunning, indeed.” I thrust my cock against his ass, and he froze. “See how you make me react?”
I wrapped my arms around him and pressed kisses against his exposed throat as Hugh sandwiched him in, kissing his lips.
“Before we get too carried away,” Hugh said, stepping back and adjusting his swollen cock in his jeans.
Atlas reached between Hugh’s legs, but he grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “Do you want to see what’s in my pocket or not?”
“Psh, I’veseenwhat’s in your pocket.”
“Not that, Princess,” I chuckled.
He pulled the small black box and showed it to Atlas, who gasped and pressed his hands to his heart. “No! Shut the front door!”
