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"Oh God. You tease!" She blinks at me through her dark lashes. "Please, baby," she pouts. "Please use your little pink toy and make me come."
Damn. That's sexy. "Good girl." I cut the vibrator back on.
With one final stroke, I bring her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Her body trembles in pleasure, the sound of her moans echoing in my ears. I hold her close, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine, and kiss her tenderly on the forehead.
I take off her bra. Her naked breasts are tan. I peel off her damp panties. Her shaved pussy is tan. “Let me see that ass.” I grab her hip, turning her over.
“Looks like my baby is tan everywhere.” I lay her naked body on the bed and worship every inch of my wife’s tan body.
Afterward, we shower together, soaping up one another’s relaxed bodies. As we are toweling our skin dry, Betty Cakes draws our attention with her loud bark.
We look at one another, saying, “Dinnertime,” in unison as we laugh.
We all dress, Rhett and me dressed in our comfiest sweats, Betty in her fuzzy pink PJ sweater. I scoop our pup up in my arms and our little family heads downstairs. We find our meal has already been laid out for us.
Suddenly starving, Rhett and I take our places at the kitchen island, enjoying a casual meal of white wine, cheese, still warm-from-the-oven bread, and fresh fruit.
Betty Cakes dives into her bowl, devouring her Doggie B Good dog food, courtesy of Aunt A. Our pup was brought to Boston and Ashely’s estate by their local sheriff and friend Todd. He found her shivering and starving on the side of the road. No microchip, no responses to lost dog ads, no one questioning local shelters, looking for her. Todd knew Yorkshire terriers are on the list to make great therapy dogs.
Yeah, our little Betty Cakes?
Our baby was a Bachman Buddies reject. She doesn’t have an aggressive bone in her body, but no one could get her to come out from underneath Ashely and Boston’s sitting room sofa.
That is, until Rhett showed up.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. We were stopping by to deliver an outfit Rhett had picked up at Clara’s for Rose’s first birthday party. She heard the little yip from under the sofa. Ashely explained that they couldn’t get her to come out.
Rhett got down on hands and knees and a few coaxing minutes later, she had the dog in her arms and little Betty Cake’s heart.
It was love at first sight.
Kind of like with me and Rhett on the street that night.
Sometimes we run from love. Sometimes, we fear it. Swearing off it, avoiding it, pretending it’s not there when it’s staring us straight in the eye.
And sometimes, fate has other ideas. Giving us the nudge we need.
To fall…
Tumble down, head over feet, right over the edge of the cliff…
Deep into love.
Epilogue
Paisley
I’ve always known I would be married off to a powerful family to strengthen the Bachman name. At least, that’s my dad’s plan. I have other ideas.
I mean, it’s not the freaking 1800’s. And we’re not some freaky religious cult. We’re a modern mafia.
I am a strong woman with my own mind and my body belongs to me.
Not him.
Not the family.
So why, oh why, does my dad think he can arrange my marriage?
