Page 141 of Tangled in Vows

Epilogue

OLIVIA

I long for one more minute, one more hug, one more smile.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Hurricane? Where are you?”

Hurried footsteps sound from the hallway, and I try to stay as still as possible. Which isn’t easy, considering I’m on the floor on my knees, but it’ll be worth it.

Hopefully.

If Holden thinks this is stupid, I’ll pretend it never happened.

“Where are—” The bedroom door swings open, and our gazes collide.

My heart thrashes, pumping as though I just ran a race. Exhilarated. Excited.

“Hi.” My voice comes out all breathy.

Holden opens and closes his mouth. Then he raises a finger and says, “One second.”

He walks backward out of the room, his gaze never leaving mine until he absolutely has to. A few seconds later, he hollers, “Arch, I need thirty minutes. Maybe an hour.”

I sigh at Archer’s resounding laughter, knowing what that must have sounded like to him. Not that he’s wrong, but that doesn’t really matter. My already flushed skin grows hotter just as Holden returns, successfully shattering my thoughts.

He stalks toward me, his steps slow and measured. “And here I thought I had a good surprise.”

I swallow. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary, Hurricane.” He licks his lips. “Although now it feels more like my birthday than anything.”

He stops right in front of me, his hand immediately reaching for my face. Trailing down the side of it before cupping my cheek and gripping my chin. “Did you get this just for me?”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

He groans and pushes a finger underneath the strap of the red lingerie set I bought. It’s a lacy one-piece that barely covers my breasts and is adorned with several straps across my torso. It took me a few minutes to get it on, but it was well worth it when I saw my reflection in the mirror. It’s by far the sexiest thing I own.

Holden’s finger traces the outline of the bra, brushing over the swell of my breasts.

My breathing quickens, my chest heaving.

“Damn. You look good enough to eat.”

I flutter my lashes at him. “Not until I get to eat first.”

His cock twitches in his sweatpants. “Does my wife want to play?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What do you want from me?”

Saying the words aloud still doesn’t always come easy, but I push them out because I know how much it turns him on. Andturning him on turns me on. “I want to make you forget your name.”

He groans. “Such a good wife.”

He practically rips his sweatpants and shirt off, which puts his hard cock right in front of my face. The silver piercing glints in the light, and I lick my lips at the sight.

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