Page 28 of Forbidden Hunger

Epilogue

Eighteen months later ...

I’min the practice room Ashton created for me in our new apartment. It’s not huge, since the whole apartment is smaller than our old one, but it has a barre and a mirror and works just fine for keeping me on top of my game.

Holding the barre, I lean forward, raising one leg high in the air behind me. I’m still in that position when Ash comes into the room. In the mirror, I meet his eyes and feel a tug deep inside.

By the time I’ve got both feet on the floor, he’s standing behind me. His hands go to my waist; they’re big enough that he can completely encircle me and touch his fingers together. “Lovely,” he says.

The tug turns to a tingle. His voice, his eyes, tell me my man wants to play. I cover his hands with mine and lean back against him, still watching him in the mirror. “How much time do we have before our dinner guests arrive?”

“Enough,” he says with a smile that turns my bones to water. I’m wearing my leotard but no tights; his fingers trace the elastic bands hugging the insides of my thighs. Sensation sparks through my core.

“Ash.”

“Right here,” he says. “In front of the mirror.”

We’ve never done it that way. “Naughty boy,” I tell him with my best sultry smile. He slides one hand over to cup me, and my head goes back against his chest.

I moan as he strokes me through the fabric, making me wetter and wetter. His other hand comes up to toy with my breasts, cupping first one and then the other, his thumb and fingers plucking at my nipples until they’re swollen and aching.

When his fingers finally delve into my slickness, I’m more than ready. “Now,” I say, needing him inside me. As I always do.

He doesn’t answer, instead tugging my leotard down, helping me work my arms out of it, undoing my bra. Now the leotard is down around my waist and all of me above it is naked. Both hands work on my breasts now, his mouth on my neck, kissing and nibbling, biting down gently on the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet. And still we watch each other in the mirror.

“Ash!” I cry when I can’t take it anymore. I’ll die if I can’t have him; that’s how it always feels.

“Bend over,” he says in a low voice. “Brace yourself against the barre.” I suck in a breath and obey, eager to feel him.

I hear his zipper working, and then he tugs aside my leotard, my panties, and he’s nudging at my entrance. “Ohhh,” I moan as he pushes inside me. Even now, after all this time, he’s so big, filling me up completely.

“Look at me,” Ash commands, and I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Keep looking at me.”

So I watch him, my gaze never wavering as he starts to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster, hitting my g-spot with every stroke. My climax barrels down on me with shocking swiftness, building and swelling and bursting, hurling me into ecstasy.

“Tori!” I’d closed my eyes as the force of my orgasm overwhelmed me. I open them again and stare at Ashton, our gazes locked while he powers into me, hard and fast, and I come again as he finds his own release.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” he says when he can speak.

“I don’t know, but we need to do it again.”

“Right now we need to shower.”

I manage to release the barre and stand upright. “You might need to carry me.”

“And here I was hoping you could carry me.”

Laughing, we make our way from the room side by side, arms around each other.

* * *

Tonight is a very special dinner.We’ve got the table set with all our best linens and china and flatware, with fresh flowers in vases. I look around at our guests, my heart full.

Eden’s here with her boyfriend Will. He’s a dancer with the New York Ballet – and now that we’ve graduated from the Barre Institute, so are Eden and I.

It took a little time, but once she was able to see how happy her father and I make each other, she came around, just as Ashton said she would. Now she’s happy for us.

Ashton’s brother Hunter is here too, along with his wife Lily. She and I have hit it off, and I’m glad that my sister-in-law is also a new friend.

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