Her eyes glittered with mischief. “I think I’ll be known as the sassy hot billionaire.”
I laughed. “Yeah?”
“Suits me, right?”
Yes, I guess it did.
She spun back around, still dragging me behind her. “Come on. First food, then sex. Lots and lots of sex. We’ve got to make up for all those hours we were apart.”
Why did I get the feeling she wasn’t kidding?
Epilogue
One year later…
Rule
“You know what today is, right?”
That was the question Laikyn pelted at me when I walked into the bathroom.
I’d been home all of ten minutes, searching this monstrosity of a house for my wife, only to find her in the one place she shouldn’t be.
“It’s Monday,” I answered.
“Yep. What else?”
The bathroom was as big as a standard house, so I had to bypass three sinks, the sauna, the bathtub, her makeup station, and an awkwardly placed seating area—I mean, seriously? Who needed seating in the bathroom?—just to get to the shower. The only reason I didn’t complain about the weird chaise in the middle of the bathroom was because it happened to be one of the places Laikyn liked to fuck. Then again, that pretty much described every horizontal surface in this house. In the past four months, ever since we moved in, we’d been working to christen every one of them. Twice.
Finally, I reached the shower. Although, I wouldn’t call it a shower as much as a rainforest. She’d had it designed herself. It was big enough to hold a couple dozen people with enough shower heads to accommodate them all. It was made entirely of glass—the ceiling, the floor, and the three walls. It jutted out from the house and overlooked the ocean beyond. The only thing that made it private was the strategically placed plants that kept anyone on the beach from looking up here and seeing my wife…
Ah, hell.
“It’s our anniversary,” Laikyn said, grinning from where she reclined on the large teakwood bench that sat in the very center of the rectangular space.
“And you thought you’d celebrate by molesting the showerhead?”
“I thought I’dstartcelebrating that way, yes.” Her smile grew. “I also invited some people over.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, cupping her breast with one hand while aiming a pulsating stream of water between her legs.
“Where’s Jinx?”
“Downstairs.”
Her lower lip puffed out in a pout. “I was hoping I could convince you both to join me.”
“Looks like you’ve got it all taken care of.”
It wasn’t an accident that she tilted her leg outward, giving me a perfect glimpse of her glistening pink folds.
“I really think you should join me,” she rasped, her eyes closing as she focused the water on her clit. “Oh, God.”
I was good at many things, but resisting her wasn’t one of them. And when she did shit like that … putting herself on display simply to get a rise out of me, Ireallycouldn’t resist her.
Rather than waste time stripping, I toed off my boots and left them on the floor before walking into the shower with her. I stirred the steam as I moved closer, the water raining from above, soaking my clothes.
