Page 92 of The Love Interest
Who’s got two thumbs, a hit movie franchise, and will never let you forget it? This badass guy.
EPILOGUE TWO – William Dexter
You Can Viscount on Me by Fiona Walker – Epilogue
William Dexter had been Earl of Camden for nearly one year by the time Lucy had given birth to his heir. By then, William and Lucy had weathered the storm of society scandal. Things had shifted so that each other’s well-being had become the axis around which their world revolved. And they had learned to never flee a marital fight. As William had hoped, every argument with his wife was now fought to the bitter, damp, and disheveled end.
Since their initial retreat from London, Lucy—also known as Harriet Sedgewick—had published ten more romance novels. They were even more salacious than the first. Each publication sold more copies than the last.
William had gotten used to the time Lucy spent in her study writing. He had gotten used to the attention she received from and gave to fans. But he was having a great deal of trouble growing accustomed to the amount of time and attention she and everyone else in the manor was lavishing upon baby Freddie. It was relentless and seemingly without end.
The baby was cute—that was undeniable. He had William’s stunning blue eyes. William was fond of him and very proud to be a father. ButWilliamwas the earl. William was the husband. William could form words and dress and eat all by himself and walk. And walk, he did. Or stomped around, rather. He stomped around the library after dinner and stomped up the staircase and around the corridor outside the nursery. When it was clear to him that his wife would not stop fussing over Freddie until he was asleep for the night, he decided to stomp through the hedge maze.
Alone.
The last ten times he’d tread through here, he was with Lucy.
He always wanted her by his side.
He always wanted her beneath him, on top of him, in front of him, below him, straddling him, hanging upside-down with her ankles behind his neck—standing bent over before him while he sat on the floor, with her mouth on his…ahem…with his face in her…ahem.Thatwas an anniversary to remember!
Simply put: she was his wife—she should always be with him.
He had come to terms with the fact that he would always get lost trying to navigate the labyrinth of Lucy’s mind, but he’d been confident that he would always be the lord of her body, heart, and soul.
Lately, he was not so certain.
By the time William reached the center of the maze, he realized how petulant he was being. It amused him. He only wished he could share his amusement with his wife.
“Are you here, dear husband?” came his wife’s voice from beyond the hedge, farther down the path.
William was so happy to hear her calling out to him, but he could tell from her tone that this was a rhetorical question. “You always know where to find me, dear wife.” He took a seat on the stone bench and began the tedious task of disrobing. The nurse would be tending to their child, but they were always in a rush tospend timetogethernow—when they spent time together at all.
Lucy found her husband already partially undressed and fully aroused when she reached him. She appeared amused as well as touched by his enthusiasm. “What’s the rush, Lord Camden? Do you have somewhere else to be in the near future?”
“I must find myself deep inside Lady Camden forthwith. Come along now.”
“Oh, I shall. As will you. But let’s not make haste.” She hiked up her skirts. Normally, she would allow her husband the honor of relieving her of her undergarments, but tonight she came prepared. She wore nothing underneath, and so she positioned herself over his lap and slowly lowered herself down.
“You are…excruciatingly good to me sometimes, dear wife.”
“And you are always the king of my heart, body, and soul, dear husband. Even when I’m attending to your heir.”
Here was the only woman who could ever satisfy William with words, and yet she also managed to do it with her face and her physique. He thought this to himself every day, but he decided now was as good a time as any to tell her out loud: “If I had my life to live over, Lucy, I would choose you—every time.”
“Mmmm” was all she said.
And that was enough.
She wasalwaysenough.
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Good on ya. Sweet and sexy ending befittin’ of the thesis of a soon-to-be MFA holder. Well done, you.
Soon-to-be bride of a New York Times best-sellin’ author and about to become one her own self. Yeah, I got a good feelin’ about this. Also got a few ideas ’bout who should play me in the series. To be discussed at a later date, as they say.
Time for a holiday, eh? Mini-break at least. You earned it. I know I’ve earned it. Tits out, and off ya go for that well-earned HEA, then.
