A sunbeam hand-picked him to own.
Seb reckoned that made him richer than any man.
EPILOGUE
Sebastian
EIGHT YEARS LATER
One thing Seb knew: his wife should never become an actress.
She was so bad at it.
But his mouth twitched at the edges as his eyes tracked her around their bedroom. On went the skimpiest pair of panties, but no bra. Sunny wore a white jumpsuit and gold belt when she emerged from their shared walk-in closet. It shaped against Sunny’s tits and ass like it was his hands holding those sweet parts of her. Her arms were bare and tanned a light olive from their recent trip to the beach.
A pair of strappy heels was hanging from two fingers. Without prompting, Seb pushed to his feet and took them from her, hunkering down to fasten them around Sunny’s delicate ankles. He stroked up inside the flared pants leg, enjoying the softness of her skin.
Helping her to dress might be a kink, a fetish, or just a courteous gesture from a husband to his wife. Whatever the title, Seb treated it as something precious. But because his girl had a game going, he rose and retook his seat on their bed.
He knew what was coming next when her bottom lip popped out comically, and she slinked her way over to him, eating him up. Once sitting on his lap sideways, her arms looped over his shoulders, her little act began, and Seb suppressed his amusement.
“Sebastian, please! You know, I have separation anxiety when you’re not close. You know we’re dysfunctional and need to be together always.” She whined cutely, nuzzling the side of his face.
He knew this about them and didn’t give a fuck if anyone outside of their relationship thought it was weird. They enjoyed being around each other a lot. It was just how it was.
She gently used her little fist to thump his shoulder when he didn’t relent to her sweet begging. “Seb! Come on! It’ll be fun.”
“About as fun as a flamethrower shoved up my ass, baby.”
She chuckled and then brought her face closer to his. She smelled incredible, and his gut clenched with want. Wanting his wife wasn’t new. Thinking about Sunny put him in a horny mood. He didn’t even have to be around her, but the want was worse when he was.
“I promise I won’t ask for anything else for the rest of forever!” she offered.
“You asked me to build a new fire pit in the backyard last night. Last week, you decided we needed to gut out the basement.” He told her, eyebrow arched. His wife was spoiled rotten, and he loved every second of being the man to spoil her.
“I mean from now! This is a new day of not asking for anything else if you just give me this little thing. Please, my Seb. Please, with sex on top.I’ll do any dirty tricks you want me to.” She nuzzled her lips all over his face, knowing how easy he was to manipulate.
“We’ve done everything. Are there any new dirty things?”
“I’ll invent them!”
He’d only rejected her once and still felt regret over that day. Telling Sunny no wasn’t in his vocabulary. But he loved her sweet begging.
“We won’t be there long, I swear! I have to be there, Seb! You know I do.”
“Tell me again why.”
She huffed, acting princess-like, and he smiled, toying with a lock of her hair.
“You remember how they’d tease me when I told them you were my boyfriend?”
“But I wasn’t your boyfriend, so you were lying.” He said and got thumped for it. “Sunny, you were a teenager. I was a full-grown adult then. And you’d tell all your school friends that I was your boyfriend when I picked you up. They probably thought I was a pervert.”
“Well, it wasn’t my fault I was ahead of time because you became my boyfriend, didn’t you? And now you’re my gorgeous hubby, and I want them all to see you at the ten-year reunion.”
“You want to parade me around like a show pony?”
“Yes.” She laughed and twisted her fingers in his hair, giving Seb more face kisses. “Please say you’ll come with me.”
