But as I become aware that we are both in public, I break the kiss with a wide smile.
“I love you,” I tell him again, needing him to know it.
“And I love you too.”
EPILOGUE
MITCHELL
“Has the realtor phoned yet?” Beth asks as she steps into the living room.
“No,” I tell her as I turn to take her in, realizing that my heart picks up pace at the sight of her in a beautiful yellow sundress, her rich locks falling on either side of her shoulders, making her the most beautiful woman to ever grace the planet.
“We should be on our way,” she tells me as she clips studded jewelry to her ear.
I move towards her, wrapping my arms around her.
“How's my baby doing?”
“She's never been happier,” Beth replies to my double entendre with a grin as she melts in my arms, standing on tiptoe to kiss me.
I kiss her back, savoring the sweet taste of her lips, running my hands over her figure that has managed to become even curvier over the past couple of weeks. She's so beautiful, she tastes exquisitely, and she's mine.
The last two years have seemed like a dream. With Beth, I've experienced insurmountable love and devotion, and I still cannot believe that after all this time, she chose me. With her current accomplishments and the wave she's making in the tech world, she still manages to look at me like I'm the only man alive. Beth loves me, and it shows. She loves me so intensely and ensures I feel it deeply.
I drag her even more against me, grabbing her soft ass cheeks hard, swallowing her surprised squeak that quickly melts into a moan when I drag my kisses to her jaw, tasting her skin there and moving further down, drunk on my need for her, knowing I will never get enough.
“We should stop,” she gasps.
“No.” I almost whine, refusing to let go.
“We’re gonna be late,” she says, making no attempt to let go either, throwing her head back, offering me more of the exposed flesh. And I take it, because I can and because I can never get enough of her. I bunch up the beautiful yellow dress I'd just admired minutes earlier, gliding my fingertips against her creamy thighs.
“Mitch…” she moans into my mouth, beginning to grind her hips against mine to signal she wants more. I have become an expert in knowing what Beth wants and how she wants it. I have come to learn about her body and know it so much, which is why I move my fingers to where she needs me the most, plucking at the silky panties she has on.
“Inside me, please,” she begs, grinding into my hands, her wetness coating my fingers.
Too far gone to stop, I begin to do as she commands, sighing when the phone blares out. Beth whimpers at the loss of contact when I retrieve my fingers.
“No,” she whines, grabbing my hands, eyes closed, chest blotched, cheeks red. I chuckle and I’m unable to resist, bending to give her a damp kiss.
Moving to the phone to pick it up, it's the realtor. Beth, who had been standing by the couch with a hopeful look on her face looks crestfallen when I tell her we have to leave.
“I'm sorry,” I tell her, almost chortling when she rolls her eyes from sexual frustration.
“You know,” she says when we both climb into my recently purchased SUV, “that's the second time you would be leaving me all hot and bothered.”
I laugh, remembering her reference from the afternoon in her office when we’d been interrupted by my traitor assistant who was now in jail, as my father had promised. I can't believe that was so long ago.
“I'll have my revenge when you least expect it.”
“I know how and when your revenge will come,” I reveal, directing my gaze to her still flat stomach.
Beth places her hands against it, grinning widely. I bend over, placing a delicate kiss on her stomach.
“Hello there, sunshine.”
“Hello, daddy,” Beth says, mimicking the voice of a toddler. We both burst into laughter, and I give her a soft kiss as I move back to my seat to put the car into gear.