You’ve reached the inevitable ending.

You can’t get enough me, baby, can you?

Fuck. Sorry.

Anyways, I warned you at the beginning, they always come back for more. And, it looks like you followed suit. But, I don’t blame you.

Hell, look at the woman dangling on my arm now. She begged me so incessantly for more that I gave in and married her, just to shut her up.

Hah. I’m kidding. I could never shut Tess up if I tried. And, I never want to. It’s her voice that keeps me going every day, the noise that I play on a loop in my head. It’s my fucking lullaby. I did ask her if she would make me a theme song, mostly of her moaning “Austin” on repeat, but she said no. I’ll convince her one day, though, I promise.

Since the moment I married Tess, I’ve been the happiest fucking man in the world. I fell in love with her hard, and I keep falling every damn morning I wake up to her morning breath and lean body stretching against mine. It’s perfect.

She’s perfect.

I might be a man in love, but I’m still a man with needs and I haven’t changed when it comes to getting what I want. Luckily, it’s the same with Tess. For the past year, a smile and my dick awaken me. It’s like my cock knows smells her or hears her whenever she wakes up because it stiffens almost immediately, panting for her to attend to its needs. I’m relentless, but when have I not been?

But a lot of shit has happened since we last talked. Not only are we ruling as King and Queen of the furniture and interior design world, but we’re doing it as husband and wife.

Shortly after we merged and created Oakmont Domina, we had a small, intimate ceremony in the countryside. Well, really, upstate New York. I tried to get her to go down to North Carolina and marry me on the side of the hill in the middle of the woods, but my girl’s too cosmopolitan for that. So, we compromised and traveled North. All our friends, even Malcolm and Sonia came for the ceremony. But that was pretty much it. We wanted it to be just us, for once. Nothing between us other than our love and commitment.

Of course, it was fucking luxury. What do you take us for? Her elegant, femininity sprinkled with my overstated, raw masculinity made the perfect backdrop for our ceremony. I hand-made the archway covering us, the wood curved into perfect angles, weaving both her and I together as one. We still have some parts of it framed over our headboard.

And, before you ask, yes…we still have that broken headboard. Yeah, it almost fucking destroyed us. It got us both locked up, hah, but really, it brought us together. That headboard was our breaking point, literally, and it forced us to recognize parts of each other and ourselves we never knew existed.

And, I’m happy it did. Without fucking Giovanni—even though, I still think he’s an asshole—we wouldn’t be where we are now. There would be no headboard holding up our marital bed.

I kiss her forehead, feeling her muscles warm as she wakes up.

“Morning beautiful,” I whisper in her ear and place a trail of kisses down her neck. She writhes against me, the softness of my touch tickling her sensitive skin.

“Good morning handsome,” she turns, and her tits bounce against my chest when she lets out a small chuckle. I cradle one of them with my palm, but she turns to face me, forcing my hand to find her ass. There’s never a time I don’t have my hands on her.

“Ready for our meeting today?” She asks, her fingers rubbing my beard. I’ve let my facial hair grow over the past year. My buddies joke and say I look like a lumberjack, and hey, if the shoe fits, why the hell not? I do chop wood for a living, or at least, I pay people to do it for me. Same thing. And, they say it’s all the rage now. Even though, I don’t care about what they say, honestly, I just got fucking lazy and Tess likes it.

“Ugh…the meeting,” I roll on my back, sighing in exasperation.

Ever since we won Clarendon Tower as a client for Oakmont Domina, they’ve been a pain in the ass. Fucking ironic, right? But it shouldn’t be a surprise, really. They held a damn competition for their contract, what makes you think they’d just be an easy-going client?

Every damn week we have a meeting with the Condo Board to catch up on the most recent designs and trends, afraid that Clarendon Tower might possibly look outdated in the slightest. Let me tell you, it’s fucking annoying because trends don’t evolve overnight as I’ve tried to tell them countless times.

“It’s Clarendon Tower, baby. We have to do it.” She slithers out of my arms and drags herself out of bed, her bare ass smiling at me. I, of course, smile back.

“No, get back here.” I grab her hand and pull her back down. She squeals and falls to the bed but fights me the whole time. Some things never change.

“We have to go…” she mumbles, my lips trying to kiss away her protest.

“Do we?” I ask, putting my best puppy dog face on.

“If you’re working for me, you do.” She winks and pushes herself from me, jumping off the bed before I can reach her.

“Don’t forget, I’m your boss too,” I yell after her when I hear the shower turn on.

My phone rings and I’m already dreading the phone call, assuming it’s the Board President with a ridiculous request.

But, to my relief, Taylor appears on the screen.

“Hey, man,” I answer.

“Thought I’d let you know Ashley and I will be at the meeting today. Want me to stop by the café and grab you something?” he asks, in a hushed tone.

“Are you with her now?” I tease. These two are still something else. They’re still a thing, yet not a thing.

I’ve tried to talk to him about it, show him how fucking amazing it is to let yourself fall in love, but there’s something in the way, clouding his judgement. Hell, we’ve all tried to talk to him. Regardless, something needs to happen.

Here’s to hoping. Clarendon Tower is a special place, it’s made some of the most ruthless, stubborn, assholes fall to their knees in worship over a woman. They must feed the women something different here, I don’t know. It’s impressive.

“What’s it to you?” Taylor clears his throat.

“Hah, nothing man. You keep being you, or whatever. But, sure, pick us up something. An americano with, four extra shots of espresso,” I order, rubbing my hands over my eyes.

“Damn. Your ass dragging that hard?” He laughs, ignoring my remark. “Remember you fought for Clarendon Tower.”

“I’m not complaining,” I shoot back. I never complain. Ok, maybe sometimes, but I’ll never take advantage of Clarendon Tower. It gave me literally everything—my business, my wife, my fucking life.

“Alright, I’ll see you there.” He hangs up and I throw my phone onto the bed, pushing myself up into a seated position off the bed.

“Babe! Come here!” Tess shouts over the water.

I get up, dragging my feet towards her. I watch as the water trickles down her body and the soap lathers along her soft curves. I’ll never take this view for granted.

With Oakmont Domina up and running, we’ve been busier than ever. Our clients have multiplied and we’re in the works of expanding internationally. It’s a big fucking deal, with the possibility of becoming the largest furniture company in the world and the only one who still manufacturers and distributes from America. It’s a fucking dream come true and it’s something I never thought would happen, but with her, I’ve learned anything is possible.

Seeing as we’ve been so busy, it’s hard to get a minute alone. I mean, I’ve gotten a lot of use out of the locks on our office doors or the occasional long lunches. The bathroom on the fourth floor of our building is one of our favorite spots—thanks to that micro-suede sofa of hers. We’re becoming very resourceful. But, every moment with her is precious and I don’t want to take a second for granted.

“Yeah?” I ask, opening the glass shower door and enter behind her.

My hands trace over her curves and I lick some of the droplets of water off her shoulder.

“I forgot to tell you, we have a new client,” she says, her breath quickening.

“Yeah? Who are they?” I ask between my kisses.

“It’s residential.”

“Residential? Are they fucking royalty or something?” We don’t do private residential clients anymore, or at least not as often as we use to. We’re too big for that now.

“You could say that,” she mumbles.

I stop kissing her and twist her body around to face me, staring into her eyes. “Who is it?”

She cradles my face and bites her lip, a large grin widening her mouth. Her face lights up and I feel giddy just watching her.

“It’s us…” she giggles and interlaces her fingers with mine. “Think these hands of yours can fashion a crib?”

My mouth goes dry and I blink a few times, feeling them pool with tears.

“A crib?” I ask, dumbfounded.

She smiles and jumps up, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“You’re going to be a daddy. And, it looks like we’ll need to make another bedroom set. For our baby.”

“Holy shit,” I grab her waist and push her away from me, so I can eye her up and down.

Austin Randall, a designer, CEO, husband….and now, a father. Who would’ve fucking thought? Definitely not me.

Looks like dreams do come true, even if you never knew you dreamt of them in the first place.

I kiss her, letting the shower rain down on us.

“I love you, Mrs. Randall,” I say, choking back my tears.

“I love you, Mr. Randall.”

“And guess what, baby?” I ask her.

“What?” she asks with a smile.

“I think we’re going to be late for work after all,” I say.

She smiles at me as I take her in my arms.

And kiss her.

For the first time ever for the rest of our lives.