“Oh!” She tightens her grip on me.
I tumble us back onto the bed, then tug up the shirt, making a sound of contentment as I touch her skin.
“You really did leave me something there?” she asks, finishing on a moan as my fingers slide into her folds.
“Yes,” I promise her.
An engagement ring.
EPILOGUE
NINA
Seven years later
I still message the mafia boss. And I never leave him hanging like I used to.
Blake
Bit of a surprise for you when you get home, Bunny.
Bunny
Is it a head?
If it is, I hope it’s none of the babies’.
Yes, I finally changed my screen name on TelUBox. Our eldest, Grace, is becoming a good reader, and I was concerned she’d look over my shoulder and see it.
That would cause lots of awkward questions I’d rather not answer.
I’m in a car, on the way back from the children’s charity I’m the creative director for when I’m not looking after my own kids, writing my series of children’s books, or being ravished by myhusband. I don’t work for the accounting firm anymore. Blake insisted that, since I didn’t like my job, I shouldn’t do it.
Aaron couldn’t believe that I was marrying his boss. It took a bit of time for him to stop pulling me aside and checking that I was okay. But eventually, my sheer happiness convinced him. Blake’s favourite thing is to put the kids to bed, ensure they’re asleep, then prowl into the living room where I’m relaxing and demand that I strip naked for him. From there, it might involve the handcuffs, the fluffy covering has been replaced several times, or the rose toy’s upgrade. Or me being on my knees for him.
Being deliciously used by my husband who adores me is the sweetest contradiction that somehow makes sense.
Blake
It’s not a head on its own?
Bunny
What does that mean?!
Chocolate? again.
Blake loves to buy absurd things made from chocolate. He gave all the children solid chocolate toys a year ago. A miniature sports car for our boy, a doll’s house for our youngest girl, and a little hippo for our eldest.
Blake
It’s not chocolate, I promise. Though it is chocolate-related.
Bunny
Intriguing!
I try to think of what it could be, but come up blank. When I arrive back in Norwood, the tension draining from me as soonas the car enters the now familiar black metal gates that signify home. Not Blake’s house. Our home now.
