Page 62 of So Wrong It's Right

Later, after we’ve feasted and gorged on each other and are shaky and sweaty and sated, I open the fridge to grab some water and food and find a pink box from the bakery with a note that says, “From Megan.”

“What’s this?” I ask, pulling it out and opening it. And then my eyes get big.

Christopher reaches around me and pulls out more water. “It’s a baklava. I thought it was strange, but your sister said you’d understand.”

Epilogue

Stella

Two years later

“She’s having my baby!”

Everyone cheers as Nash announces to the ‘80s prom-themed party that Tru is pregnant. We’ve just watched Ironwing sing an acoustic version of their one and only hit song, “Bold,” and this party is revving up to be epic. I knew it was a good idea to have it tonight instead of last night like they were originally trying to plan. The moon was void of course last night and things just fall flat sometimes during that time.

Rounds of drinks get downed, but my husband is making eyes at me.

“What are you thinking?” I ask, as if I don’t know.

“I’m thinking I like you in that prom dress, and I’m wondering if I can get past second base tonight.”

“Well, that depends. If you slow dance with me to “Heaven in Your Eyes,” I’m pretty much a sure thing.”

“I’ll talk to the DJ.”

I sneak a grab of one of his tight ass cheeks. “Or you could just take me home now and do whatever you want to me.”

“Stella, I want to do everything to you.”

Our daughter is having a sleepover with his parents tonight, so we stumble into the Victorian house pretty loudly. I may have had a bit too much celebratory bubbly. The dogs, all four of them, don’t care how loud we are. The cat gives me the evil eye, but that’s her permaface, so I’m not too concerned.

I love the feel of his hot gaze on me, warming me from head to toe. He’s hungry.

We strip each other slowly, enjoying each inch of skin as it’s revealed. He’s got the body of a god, and marriage and parenthood hasn’t changed that. The flawless pecs, the vee of muscle at his hips, the beautiful monster he keeps in his pants pointing right at me. I love his body so much that I’m lost in the staring until I’m pushed onto the bed, Christopher following me. Need sparks and jolts through my whole body at the contact.

“I want you to ride me,” he says.

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