I grin before pressing my lips to his in a slow, sensual kiss. “Good thing I know just what you need.”
“You,” he breathes against my mouth, desperate and wanton. “Always you.”
“Forever,” I return with just as much fervor.
Epilogue
Addison
Ten Months Later
“For the last time,” I stress across my desk at the fucking assassins standing in the threshold of Rowan and my shared office. My hand is pointing in their direction, my massive wedding ring glinting in the afternoon light. For a brief moment, I consider chucking it at them. It could do some serious damage. “You can’t expect payroll to be on time when youbarelymake the mark. The job was supposed to be wrapped up two weeks ago.”
My husband lingers by his encyclopedias, pretending to go over a case file as he listens to me yell at men twice my size. He’s being protective and hovering safely nearby in case someone decides to get a wild hair. I hate to break it to him, but at this point, he’s protectingthemfromme.
Married life has been a fucking dream. I get my own bodyguard, cuddle buddy, and best friend all wrapped up in one. While things are rocky with my family (I’m still coming around to the Ford-being-my-biological-dad thing), Rowan has been my rock. He knows my boundaries like the back of his hand and doesn't let anyone step over me. Mom, Logan, and Ford have come to visit a few times, and now know better than to test my husband when it comes to me. Rowan isn’t afraid to put anyone in their place.
Case in point, the assassins in my doorway.
The three chuckle fucks across from me are my usual late clients. They finished a job that was supposed to be wrapped up before the fifteenth of this month, but didn't makethe deadline. Now, their payment will be delayed until I get back to the books for payouts.
“Please, Mrs. Kingsley!” Micah, one of the burly assassins, pleads. “We were late because of Noah.”
The pretty-boy assassin’s mouth falls open as he smacks his friend upside the head. “Me!? Are you shitting me? We wouldn't have lost the target if Beau hadn’t been too busy trying to fuck her!”
Beau’s head whips around, his mop of inky black hair falling over his eyes as he shoves his fingers toward his chest. “She was trying to fuckme!”
They begin arguing among themselves, and I sit back as Rowan breaks it up.
“Hey!” My husband shouts. “What she said is final. Get thefuckout of our office, and don't question your superior again.”
God. He’s so hot when he gets like this.
They mope along, hanging their heads as they shuffle out into the hallway. I think I have a chance to jump my husband’s bones before Blair pushes our office door open. She’s decked out in all black as she holds her laptop propped against her hip.
“Hey, are you guys ready to start?” Alana’s protege asks.
I push my chair out. “Yes, I can't look at this for another second.”
Rowan takes my hand in his before he grabs our gift, and we all head to Loxley and Atlas’s house. The party is already in full swing, and I’m practically vibrating with excitement as I take the steps of their porch. There are a few people hanging around outside, and Dom nods to us as he sits in a rocking chair.
Theo has his hip propped against the porch’s railing as he gives me a fox-like grin. “There are the godparents! We almost started without you.”
I clutch my pearls, scandalized. “Howdareyou even think of such a thing. I planned this whole party.”
“You did amazing, Sunshine.” Rowan praises as he takes in the bubbly pink decorations that line the porch’s rail. The inside is just as festive, with streamers and giant white building blocks that spell out ‘Sophia’—the little bundle of joy who my best friend and her husband will be welcoming home in the next two months.
“Thank you, baby,” I say with pride before pushing up on my toes and asking for a kiss. Rowan swoops right in, taking the breath from my lungs as our happiness is shared between us. He’s ecstatic to be an uncle and godfather, and I have to admit, seeing how he treats me is making me consider the kid route more and more with every passing day. He would make an amazing dad, and I know my own father would be proud of the man I chose to spend the rest of my life with.
I hear a car door slam from the driveway before both Theo and Dom perk up. Theo looks off-kilter, but the moment passes as he plasters on a wide smile and trudges down the steps. He opens his arms wide as a tall, curvy blonde walks up the drive. She’s stunning with long blonde locks that hang in soft curls around her breasts and green eyes so bright they rival a gem. She’s wearing a tank top that shows off her impressive chest, and some boot-cut jeans that flare around the rugged leather at her feet.
“Princess!” Theo welcomes her with open arms.
“Theodore?” Her thick southern accent has the puzzle pieces clicking together in my head as I tug at Rowan’s arm.
“Bailey?” I whisper to my husband.
“Bailey.” He concurs just as quietly.
