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Epilogue
Marika
Much like I had not all that long ago, I find myself sitting at my vanity table, getting ready for dinner with my family. I’m wearing a slim navy blue dress, belted at the waist with a narrow v-neckline that cuts just alittlelower than it should, but I know that the eyes looking at me across the dinner table tonight will enjoy it. My long blonde hair is curled, my makeup lightly applied, and I look up at the clock as I reach for the pearl jewelry I plan on wearing tonight—earrings and a necklace gifted to me also not that long ago…but it feels like a different lifetime, now.
The door clicks open, and I look up just in time to see my husband walk in. Theo is already dressed, in light grey trousers and a cranberry button-down shirt, his hair a little messy. Seeing it leaves a small, secret smile on my face, because I knowexactlywhy it’s messy. A warm flush runs through me, thinking of earlier in his office, of him setting me on the desk and kneeling down between my thighs—
“What are you thinking about, hm?” Theo walks up behind me, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders as he bends to kiss my temple lightly. “You look like you’re thinking something dirty,cailín deas.”
The nickname sends a shiver through me, and I swivel in my seat, turning to look up at him. “I’m just thinking that my husband insisted that he was too busy to let me reciprocate earlier.”
Theo’s fingers stroke over my hair, just at the top, careful not to ruin the loose waves that I curled into it earlier. Tonight, I’m sure, he’ll mess them up in earnest, running his fingers through my hair as he—
“You have that look again.” A smirk twitches at the corners of his mouth—he knowsexactlyhow much I want him…every bit as much as he wants me, and as often.
It’s been two months since we came back to Chicago and two and a half months since he and I rekindled our marriage, and while it hasn’t all been easy, I don’t regret the choice I made. Lilliana was right about that—to be sure that the choice I thought I was supposed to make wasn’t one I would regret, because it wasn’t what I wanted.
What I had wanted was to take a chance, to see if Theo and I could repair what had broken between us. To see if we could start over, on a new foundation of honesty, and find a way forward with what we’d found so briefly in each other.
There have been hard conversations and moments of hurt, on both sides. But I wasn’t wrong to believe that there was something there, and neither was he.
Now, we’re finding a way forward together. Tomorrow, we go back to Dublin, to stay there for the foreseeable future while Finn handles things here, and time together alone that we both need.
And I have a surprise for my husband before we leave—other than the one that’s on my mind right now.
My hands settle on his hips, bringing him closer, and Theo’s hand pauses on my hair, his gaze heating as he gets an idea of what’s on my mind. “You already put your lipstick on,” he says in a deceptively calm voice, and I feel my lips twitch in a smile.
“Maybe it was so I could leave some of it on your cock,” I murmur, reaching for his zipper, and I hear his low groan as I draw it down.
He’s already hard, hot and throbbing in my palm as I bend my head, brushing my lips over his cockhead. “You made me leave you like this earlier,” I murmur, flicking my tongue over the tip where a bead of pre-cum is already pearling, moaning softly at the taste on my tongue. “I’ve been thinking about this for the rest of the afternoon.”
“I should tease you—and myself—more often,” Theo groans, his fingers curling against the back of my head as I take his in my mouth, wrapping my lips around him as I slide my mouth down slowly, taking him inch by inch as I enjoy the way I feel him stiffen, the sounds he makes as I take him all the way back to my throat, hands braced on his hips.
I glance at the clock as I press my lips flush with his skin, hearing him moan as my throat muscles contract around him. We don’t have much time—but we have enough. And I’ve learned that Theo never lasts long when I take him into my throat.
I don’t get to suck my husband’s cock as often as I would like. Theo is always eager to please me instead, spending a long time with his mouth between my thighs—which I’ll never complain about—and by the time he’s made me come on his tongue over and over, he’s too impatient to be inside of me to let me use my mouth on him. But from time to time—like now, or when I manage to wake him up in the morning—I get to enjoy this.
We’ve both discovered all sorts of things we enjoy with each other, in the last few months. And soon, we’ll have so much more time, just the two of us, hidden away in the place where we fell in love.
Theo’s breath quickens as I slide off of his length, swirling my tongue around the tip before going down again, taking him as deeply as I can. “Oh god, Marika—” His fingers press against my head, his tipping back as his hips rock against my lips. “Fuck, I’m going to come—”
His cock stiffens in my mouth. “I’d come on your pretty face if it wouldn’t ruin your makeup—oh,fuck—”
I feel him throb, feel the hot rush over my tongue, and Theo’s hips jerk, another long moan spilling from his mouth as he thrusts between my lips, dragging his cock free at the last of his orgasm, his hand sliding quickly over his length as I open my mouth the way I know he likes, letting him see his cum spilled over my tongue as he adds to it with the last spurts, his eyes dark with lust.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous—” His hand squeezes his cock, rubbing it against my tongue. “Swallow it all,cailíndeas—”
I obey, looking up at him wide-eyed as I swallow every drop, enjoying his lingering moan as he rubs his cock once more over my lips, and then tucks himself away as I open my mouth again, letting him see that I did what he asked.
“Good girl,” he murmurs hoarsely. “I’m going to enjoy the thought of your lipstick on me while we’re sitting at dinner tonight.”
“That’s why I did it.” I flash him a coy smile, turning back to reapply my lipstick and finish putting on my jewelry before I stand up. Theo’s gaze rakes over me hotly, and I know he’s already thinking of what he’ll do to me tonight.
He steps closer, his hand settling just below my collarbone, looking at the teardrop pearl hanging from the gold chain. I feel a leap of my pulse at his hand so close to my throat, thinking of the filthy things he might do later.
I’ve learned, as we repaired our marriage, that I enjoy submitting to Theo, letting him be rough with me, “punishing” me, even, when it’s a game between us. He’s promised never to strike me in anger or take out his temper on me, and now the games are just games, power and pleasure in bed together—or wherever else the mood strikes.
There are more ways to enjoy each other than I could have ever imagined, and I’ve come to find that I like more of them than I would have thought.
