Dirty Seduction

EPILOGUE

LAINE

HE TELLS me my old house is finished. Good as new he says.

I kick off my heels and thank him, but it feels so far away from that place.

I guess it will be nice for Mum should she ever come back.

Maybe she’ll be back for Christmas. Maybe I’ll get a text.

Maybe she’ll even come to dinner with Nick and me. Maybe I don’t care that much anymore.

I’m EXCITED about my own life now.

I’m excited about finishing up my college course, even though Nick tells me he earns enough for both of us. For all of us. For the children we plan to have and the life we want to lead. Enough for everything.

At least child studies put me in an alright position to have babies of my own.

I want so many of Nick’s babies.

HE SAYS he’s going to redecorate Jane’s room. A new room for new little people when they come along.

He’s already started boxing up her things.

He’s moved her DaDDy drawing to the corkboard in the pantry. I trace my fingers around the letters sometimes and wonder what it will be like to have a little girl of my own someday.

Nick threw the belt from the study into the fire and said he didn’t need that anymore either.

He says that discipline doesn’t need to be cruel to be kind, and some rules are made to be broken. That’s life he says.

The thought of his hand on my ass still gives me tickles, and I think that maybe I’ll have to be a naughty girl sometime, just to go over his knee again.

I am dirty these days, and that’s ok too.

I’ve BEEN TRYING to find a way to tell him. Trying to find a way to show him what I want without it feeling icky.

I mean how icky can it be to play a little when you’ve got someone’s engagement ring on your finger? It doesn’t get much more grown-up than that.

I’ve only got a bit of time left before Jane’s pink room is all gone. Her bed is still there and her pink curtains too, but they won’t stay. Not forever.

My pink robe still hangs on the back of the door, even if her fairy castle has been put away in the garage. I have a new robe now, and it’s purple, not pink.

I even have lacy underwear these days too. If I could forgive Kelly Anne enough to speak with her, I’m sure she’d laugh.

I HELP Nick chop up the vegetables for dinner, and my engagement ring sparkles in the light. I stop to stare and he grabs me from behind and lands hot kisses on the back of my neck until I squeal.

“Less of the magpie act, more chopping please, sweetheart,” he says.

“I’m looking forward to an early night.” I am, too.

I’ve been craving an early night all week.

It’s the right time, my ovulation app tells me so.

I hope tonight’s the night his cum gives me a baby of our own.

HE LEADS me upstairs when we’re done eating, and I still follow so close to him, ever his little shadow.

His fingers squeeze mine as he heads for our bedroom, but I stop, my heels digging into the carpet.

He turns back and stares at me, his eyes dark in the way I love so much.

“What is it?” he says.

I smile so shyly, and my cheeks burn. My clit is so tickly as I think about my guilty little pleasure.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.

“I just… I was thinking…”

“Spit it out, sweetheart,” he says. “No secrets, remember?” I nod, then glance at Jane’s door, and he knows. He just knows.

He’s smiling as he steps closer, and I’m smiling too as he hitches up the hem of my dress.

“I see,” he says, and he does see.

His eyes burn as he stares at my plain cotton knickers, white, just as he liked so much.

“Have you been a naughty girl, Laine? Thinking dirty thoughts about

Jane’s sweet pink bed?”

My breath hitches. My clit tickles.

“Maybe…” I say.

“Maybe?”

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I worry that maybe he’s done with this, maybe it will be too weird for him with us trying for a baby and all, and I suddenly feel an idiot for pulling a stunt like this without asking, and maybe I should’ve-

His lips stop my mind whirring, and his tongue is so fierce just like it used to be.

He squeezes my nipples, pinching them just enough to make me gasp, and he’s groaning, hard against my belly his thigh presses between mine and rubs.

“We don’t have to…” I begin, just to be sure. “I mean, if it’s weird,

Nick, we don’t have to… I just thought… for fun…”

His eyes are darker than I’ve seen them in weeks. His smirk was dirty enough to make my tummy tickle.

“Call me Daddy,” he says and opens the door.

THE END