Page 28 of Sex, Love & Lingerie

EPILOGUE

Gloria

Six Months Later

“Fuck, angel!” Jaime hissed.

I was giving him a blowjob. A major one. After all, it was our first anniversary. I wished I could say something…like ask him how he liked it, but my mouth was glued to his enormous cock. But truth be told, his big swelling shaft in my mouth, filling the hollows, was the only answer I needed. I could practically hear it talking to me. Telling me how much it loved my mouth wrapped around it, descending and ascending, my tongue licking and flicking, my hand gripping it tight at the base. And taking it to the hilt.

My head bowed, I was kneeling back on my heels on our luxurious bed in our brand new home. Just before our anniversary, our Malibu beach house had been completed. It was everything we’d dreamed of and more. A glass palace, it was anchored on Jaime’s secluded Malibu cliffside property and had spectacular views of the Pacific and beyond from every window. We’d decorated it quickly with comfortable but chic oversized white furnishings that showcased Jaime’s father’s colorful abstract paintings on the walls. Many who’d been here said our beach house was a work of art in and of itself. Confession: it was. Mr. Creativity had outdone himself designing it all. He had even baby-proofed it by walling it in.

As I sucked him, my tits, still heavy from breastfeeding, grazed his powerful thighs. My über-sensitive nipples brushed against his taut flesh, creating a barrage of distracting flutters. I was getting off on him and hoped we’d have time for a morning fuck—even a quick one. Jaime, in the meantime, was so close to coming; I could tell. His enormous cock was pulsing in my mouth, and I could hear his ragged breaths. And then with a rasp, he confirmed it.

“Angel, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Oh, yes! Come, my darling!

On his next harsh breath, his cock exploded, spilling his hot release down my throat. I swallowed hard. And just in time. A loud knock sounded at our door.

“Miss Gloria, you have gentlemen visitors.”

I recognized the cheerful voice immediately. It was our beloved nanny Kashunna. The very nurse who’d attended to Paulette and Payton during their stay at Cedars. During their three-week stay in the hospital’s NICU, she’d totally fallen in love with them. And, in fact, couldn’t get enough of them. When Jaime and I came to pick them up at a plump five point five pounds each, she wept. She couldn’t bear say good-bye to them. So, I offered her a job to be our nanny. At triple the salary she was making (plus hefty bonuses and lots of sexy Gloria’s Secret lingerie she coveted), she couldn’t resist. Little did she know—or I know—her new job came with one more bonus. She’d fallen head over heels in love with my handsome driver, Ty, five years her junior. I was elated for both of them. There was no doubt in my mind they were going to get married. And I was going to throw the wedding.

Quickly, Jaime and I donned some clothes. Me, a silky pink robe from our most recent collection and Jaime, a pair of hip-hugging sweats that revealed his perfect pelvic V. His sculpted bare chest with that impeccable six-pack and those molded pecs was pure eye candy. We returned to our massive bed, curling up on it, sitting casually cross-legged. The fragrant scent of the magnificent lilies and roses Jaime had surprised me with earlier filled the room.

The door burst open. Shit! We’d forgotten to lock it. We were lucky Kashunna knocked first.

“Hi, Glorious! Hi, Jaime! Happy Anniversary!”

I broke into a big smile. It was Kevin and Ray. Each was holding one of our now deliciously chubby six-month old babies, Kev, Po-Po, as he lovingly called her, and Ray, Payton. Sporting rich tans, they were just back from their belated two-week honeymoon in Europe, which culminated in a cruise around the Greek islands. Kashunna followed behind them, wheeling a dolly that was filled five-feet high with assorted gift-wrapped boxes and shopping bags.

“What’s all this?” Jaime asked, his denim eyes wide.

“We did a little shopping in Europe,” Ray replied.

“A little?” I laughed.

“There’s a few things for you and Jaime, but the majority are for the twins,” Kev said before giving Paulette a big smoochie.

I rolled my eyes at him. “Kev, I’m going to have to annex their closet if you don’t stop buying them things.”

“Glorious, I would start today.”

I laughed again as did Jaime. Kevin and Ray adored Paulette and Payton. And totally spoiled them. They were truly the best godparents one could ask for. Down the line, they were thinking of having children of their own. Either via a surrogate or adoption.

And then my dear Kev turned to Kashunna. “And wait till you see what we bought for you, Fly Girl.”

Kashunna’s last name was Fly—F.L.Y., which she jokingly told us, stood for “Fucking Love You.” She did and the feeling was mutual. Kevin, in particular, had a big place in her big heart.

Her creamy mocha-latte face lit up. “Sugar, I just hope it’s something I’m gonna love to take off.”

Kev broke into a fiendish smile and handed her one of the shopping bags. “Take a look-see, honey.”

Unable to resist, our excited nanny dipped her hand into the hot pink bag marked GS, Paris. It was something from our flagship Champ-Elysées store, which carried an exclusive high-end line called Madame, designed for curvy French women. The name of the line was, of course, an homage to my beloved mentor, Madame Paulette.

Kashunna burst into a dazzling smile that revealed her perfect white teeth. She held up the provocative black lace merrywidow against her curvy body and swayed her hips. “Ooh la la! I’m gonna have me some sexy times in this!”

Inwardly, I chuckled. Ty was in for a treat. Kevin had also bought her a pair of thigh-high silk stockings, the perfect companion to the enticing one-piece garment with its push-up bra and adjustable garters.

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