He thrust his fingers into her hair, smiling.
“Yes.”
A bubble of affection burst inside her. She stroked the back of his neck and lifted her chin to stare at him. “Well, even then, I was right. I’m keeping you around until I don’t need you anymore.”
“Forever,” he whispered.
“Forever,” she agreed.
Epilogue
Two years later…
Alexa finger combed her hair and glanced at the mirror one last time. Her husband would come home at any moment, and if she wanted to take full advantage of the child-free afternoon, she couldn’t be too picky about her looks. Though she smoothed her hand over her blue sundress, she looked all right for a mother of one who’d kept a few extra pounds since giving birth—not that Brooks seemed to mind.
He ravished her any chance he could, and many times woke up at night with little Stella so she could rest to have energy for their steamy moments. Alexa had named their daughter after the old lady who had helped her when she’d run away as a teenager. Somehow, it seemed soothing to pay a small homage to the kind woman who’d taken her in.
Brooks’s father had died of a pulmonary embolism about a year prior, and since then, Brooks visited his mother regularly. Claire Taylor enjoyed spending time with her granddaughter, and thankfully, remembered little Stella at all times. Her memory had gotten worse, but otherwise she was healthy and well.
Downstairs, Duke barked, announcing Brooks’s arrival. Ripples of anticipation merged into a powerful tidal wave washing over her body. She glanced around their bedroom, which she’d redecorated after he’d reluctantly agreed. She loved his ranch, but now with her contemporary style, the place looked more like her. Her home. Their home.
“Waiting for me, Madam?” he drawled, stalking into the room with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
She bridged the gap between them, lust coiling in the pit of her stomach. “Yes. Jackie took Stella out for some sightseeing, but who knows how long they’ll be?” Even though Jackie had turned into quite the businesswoman, she still managed to check in with Alexa on the phone weekly and visited her and her goddaughter every few months.
Brooks pulled her to him, snatching her into his arms, and enveloping her with his warmth. He lowered his lips to hers, capturing them in a hot, wet, urgent kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lifted her off the floor, then carried her to their bed.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
When he laid her on the bed, she scooted to the middle, unable to stop watching him. Her stomach fluttered, and she softened, sighing. “Me, too,” she said, running her fingers down his jeans to help him get rid of them. Every time he looked at her like that, with adoration, a light flicked inside her.
“Good. Because all work and no play is no fun,” he said. He didn’t have to remind her how busy she had been—with Stella and checking in on the nonprofit organization she’d created in the past year, for women victims of physical abuse. He’d supported her each step of the way, confirming she’d made the right decision to take a chance and no longer run from herself. Rather than beginning a completely new life, she’d trusted him, and he’d made her life better.
He tossed his jeans to the side and hiked up her dress, the fabric bunching at her waist. A breeze of air whispered over her sex, sending a flare of awareness through her. She hadn’t bothered wearing underwear, and now, as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her folds, she was grateful.
He nipped her chin, then ran his tongue over her neck. The thrills of anticipation sizzled the hairs on the back of her neck, and she thrust her hips forward, needing to be connected with him on a physical level. “Fuck yeah.”
“I didn’t take my pill today,” she warned him, a silly nervousness in her voice. They’d talked about giving Stella a sibling but had never made the plan official. “That okay?”
He thrust inside her, powerful and rough, and they moaned in unison. She wrapped her legs around his ass, her inner walls clenching him tight.
“It’s more than okay, baby. It’s perfect.”
A smile danced on her lips, and she pulled him closer, to kiss him. “Good. Because why should we catch up on sleeping, right? Life would be too boring.”
He kissed her, his lips teasing hers, his teeth grazing her flesh. Her heart expanded in her chest, and he caught her wrists and stretched them on the mattress, threading his fingers in hers. Excitement and pure euphoria bolted through her, partly because of his large cock fucking her, and partly because he’d just agreed on trying for another baby. When she reached her climax, fireworks popped behind her eyelids, pleasure drilling her from top to bottom.
“With you, Madam, life will never be boring,” he said, after reaching his orgasm and taking her with him as he rolled on the bed.
“I couldn’t agree more,” she said, chuckling.
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Acknowledgments
It’s so hard to say goodbye to Alexa… I’ve been waiting to tell her story since the first book in the series, Auctioned to the Greek Billionaire. I hope I did her proud :)
I’m grateful to all who helped me in this journey. Thank you Erin Molta, for being a great editor, very professional and punctual, and also super easy to work with!
Thanks to Christine Glover for always being there for me—as a critique partner, business partner, friend, and counselor.
I really appreciate Carmen’s Crew, my Facebook Group. You guys always make me smile and support me.
Huge thanks to all the readers and reviewers who take the time to read this book. I hope you enjoyed Alexa and Brooks’s story!
About the Author
Carmen Falcone writes sexy, edgy, addictive romance. She loves to create deliciously hot Alpha book boyfriends and the quirky, smart and sassy heroines readers relate to. Brazilian by birth and traveler
