“Me too, pet. Me too.”Epilogue - PearlDecember
Two Years LaterI was on my way home after dropping Olivia at my mom’s house for a sleepover. I would never refuse my mom time with her grandbaby, and I would never say no to a night alone with James.
After we said ‘I do’ almost a year and a half ago, James and I set up our own law firm—Matthews and Matthews. I’d taken six months off when Olivia came along and now only worked part-time. When she started school, I would take on more work, but for now, while I had the chance, I wanted to spend time with her.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to continue growing my career, I did, but James had shared with me what Grant had told him. He’d been right. We were all just numbers that could be easily replaced.
At the beginning of the year, we’d bought a brownstone in Greenwich Village not too far from Lady Melanie’s place. It had a rooftop terrace, a swimming pool, and a cinema room. Next week, we were hosting a holiday party for our friends. James had overseen the basement’s renovation into a playroom especially. I hadn’t been allowed to see the room yet. He wanted to keep it a surprise until everyone arrived next week. I still hated surprises.
At the thought of next week’s kinky Christmas get together, butterflies danced around my belly. I couldn’t wait to catch up with everyone. Baby number two was on the way for Caleb and Wendy. Kate and Dax had married soon after James and me, and sweet Camille and Silas got engaged at Thanksgiving.
As for Lyla. Our paths occasionally crossed at social functions, and when they did, we were passive-aggressively cordial to one another. We were never going to be friends, and she would never acknowledge the cruel gifts she’d sent to me two Christmases ago.
When I thought about her cruelty towards me, the anger monster inside me woke from its slumber, but I would calm myself down by focusing on my many blessings—my husband, our baby, and our thriving business.
She was still the queen of the social circle, and, from what I understood, she still hadn’t met anyone who stuck around longer than a few weeks.
Sophia had moved to Los Angeles, where she’d sold a screenplay to Universal Pictures. Soon after Erin and Daniel had finalized their divorce, Sophia woke up and kicked him to the curb. Daniel was now a has-been who occasionally guest-starred in sitcoms. His once glittering star would never shine again.As soon as I got home, I went to our bedroom. Before I left to drop off the baby, James had instructed me what he wanted me to wear and where he wanted me to be when he got home from work.
The sheer bra and panties from Lady Melanie’s latest collection emphasized my curves, and my black fuck-me heels gave my long legs a nice shape. The collar around my neck sparkled and glittered.
I dimmed the lights and perched on the edge of our king size bed. Downstairs, the front door opened and clicked closed.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened. James leaned against the doorjamb, looking like a man who’d worked hard all day. He’d loosened his tie, and stubble shadowed his jaw. Every time I saw him, he looked sexier than before.
“Don’t keep me waiting, sir.”
James strode in, his eyes fixed on my face.
“You look sexy as fuck, pet.” He stroked a fingertip along the swell of my breasts.
His touch would forever turn me to mush.
“So do you.” I reached down and cupped his cock, giving his already rock-hard erection a gentle squeeze. “I’ve thought about you—this—all day.”
“You and me both.” He tilted his head and caught my lower lip between his teeth and gently sucked. “All day, I’ve imagined my cum splashing against your pussy, your stomach, and your tits. I want to see it drip from your lips and cover your tongue.”
A moan sounded in my throat, and my back curved, flattening my breasts against his chest. The sheer material from my bra stimulated my already puckered nipples, and jolts of electricity sizzled my skin. “If you keep talking like that, sir, I’m going to climax before you even touch me.”
He ran his hands over my shoulder and down my arms. “Bend over, pet. I want that pretty ass of yours high in the air.”
“With pleasure, sir.” I stood, placed my hands on the mattress, and stuck out my butt.
My husband’s strong hands caressed and massaged my ass cheeks. I wasn’t fooled. His gentle touch wouldn’t lull me into a false sense of security.
He traced the edges of his thumbs beneath the piece of fabric masquerading as panties. After some teasing, he wrenched the material tight, imprisoning my engorged clit.
I moaned and wiggled against the pressure, loving the sweetness swirling low in my pelvis. He wrenched the fabric tighter, harder. I was already close, but I didn’t want to, not yet.