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EPILOGUE
I year later.
“I look ridiculous. Is this really necessary?” Joseph stands staring at himself in the full-length mirror in our new apartment. It’s still close enough to the pub for me to work, but it’s much bigger, so there’s plenty of room for the two of us.
“It’s a pirate-themed wedding. Yes, it’s necessary.”
I’ve been putting our pirate costumes together for weeks. Tony’s wedding is going to be one no one forgets, and this time, it’s going to be for good reasons, not like the last. This time, he is to marry the woman he loves, and it’s going to be one awesome party.
“Whatever makes you happy, Missy.” Joseph turns around, adoration warming his face the way it does every time he looks at me.
And like every time he does, my heart somersaults in my chest. Through the ups and downs, we got here.
He tried every day to fix what he did, until there was no sign of anything having ever being wrong between us. As much as our angry sex was fun, our lovemaking is far better.
“I know that look, and you only have to ask, baby girl.” He takes a step towards me. His mischievous glint alone makes me want to throw myself on the bed for him.
“We don’t have time, Daddy. We’re not going to be late to this wedding as well.” I roll my eyes, making a beeline into the living room before he can make any other moves. I need to put Tony’s ring in my pocket. If we rock up to the wedding without the rings, I’ll never live it down.
As I pick up the box off the top of our grand piano, I admire the ring on my own hand. It didn’t take Joseph very long to put it there, and no one was surprised when he did. I’m going to be his wife, and he’s already chasing me around, panting to fill me up with this babies. Nothing makes the man hotter than mentioning us breeding and having children.
“I won’t make us arrive late.” His voice tickles my ear as his arms thread around me. “But I’ll make you cum.” His words are mumbled against my neck, and his hands move down my sides to the button fastening my pirate-like jeans.
I lose all ability to object when he starts unbuttoning and taking off my clothes. Does it really matter if we are five minutes late?
Before I can ponder the thought too long, he steps forward and lifts me, bending me over the piano. The coldness of the lacquer is a shock to my bare skin, but all thoughts leave my mind when I hear his own zipper go. His hands wrench my jeans over my arse, taking my underwear with them, and then he’s there, filling me with every inch of his cock, grinding me into the wood of the piano top until my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck! Daddy!”
“I’ll never get sick of you calling me Daddy.” He ploughs into me, and I delight in every sound of pleasure that leaves his lips.
Who cares if we’re late for this wedding.
