And I do.
Forever.
EPILOGUE
SAMUEL
TEN YEARS LATER
I lookover at my wife, who is putting lotion on her legs after her shower, and know that I’m a lucky man beyond a shadow of a doubt. Our four children, Roscoe, Eva, Jenny, and Lila, are at summer camp, and it’s just Scarlett and me. Instantly, my cock is hard as I stare at her. I’m already in bed, naked, waiting for her to join me, but I can’t wait any longer.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful,” I growl into her ear as I come up behind her, letting her feel my cock on her. She knows what she does to me. She does this to me to get me to fuck her as if I need an excuse to fuck her. Anytime, anywhere, she doesn’t even have to ask.
“Hush now, babe. I look a mess.” My hands cup her tits, plucking at her nipples, making them hard. She moans. I know I could make her come by touching her like this, but I’m too greedy.
“Never,” I swear to her, kissing her neck, in that sweet spot I know she likes, before nipping her earlobe.
“Mmm… Sam.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want to go dancing tonight.”
“Oh?” We usually go out dancing every Friday night after having dinner and drinks at one of my buddy’s Ticiano Valladares’ clubs.
“Fuck me, husband,” she whimpers, turning to face me. Her arms go around my neck, and our lips meet.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, lifting her into my arms and kissing her as I carry her to our bed.
On the bed, we tumble until she’s under me.
“I’m so wet for you,” she says. I run my fingers through her folds, gathering her cream and bringing it to my lips, tasting her.
“Fuck, Scarlett. I love you so much,” I say as I rear up onto my knees and drag my cock through her folds.
“I love you too, but don’t you dare tease me right now,” she demands. I don’t stop teasing her. Over the last ten years, we’ve grown together so much from our masked kisses beginnings.
Finally, blessedly, I drive into her, making her scream my name. I slam into her over and over, leaning down to kiss her.
I knew we could have this life when I hired her all those years ago. I had to wait to earn her, but it was worth the wait.
Every second of every day with this woman has made me love her more and become a better man.
I wouldn’t trade our lives for a thing.
After, just as we are about to go to sleep, Scarlett reaches over to me and grabs my hand.
“You awake, Sammy?” She only calls me Sammy when she wants something or has good news.
“I’m awake, Scar,” I say, amused.
“I’m pregnant again,” she says.
“What?”
“I found out this morning.”
“That’s amazing, Scar,” I say, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing it. “You have made me the happiest man in the fucking world. You know that don’t you?”
“Yes. You tell me every day.”
And I’ll continue to tell her every day for the rest of my life.