So, I guess you’re wondering who told Coveted Lingerie about our plus-sized launch and the deal with Ananda along with who made the call and sent the email to Niran, pretending to be Morgan.

Didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

Well, not that it was me who figured it out, of course. That was all Morgan.

Anyway, it was Sierra.

She’d discovered that Morgan and I were sleeping together. God knows how, as we had been careful around the office, but she’d found out, and she had been less than happy about it, so she’d decided to get back at us by screwing up the Ananda deal. And maybe she’d thought that, by trying to make it out that Morgan had told Coveted, it would break us up and leave the way clear for Sierra.

When Morgan and I confronted Sierra with our suspicions, she denied it at first. But, when Morgan told her that it was her login that signed into the system a few minutes before the email was sent to Niran, using Morgan’s email that Sierra had access to, she folded like a deck of cards.

Turns out, Sierra’s cousin works in the marketing department at Coveted Lingerie, and she was looking for a foot up the career ladder, so Sierra gave her one. Two birds, one stone.

Fair to say, she was fired on the spot and escorted from the building.

Because there was nothing to be done about the deal with Ananda, as Niran had done what he had to so that he could keep his business afloat, we had to find another supplier.

It wasn’t easy. But Morgan and I worked all our contacts and barely slept until we found one in Bangkok. The silk was more expensive than Ananda but still cheaper than our Chinese supplier. The sales margin would be low, but they promised us early delivery, which meant we could launch before Coveted.

It was a risk, but it was one that paid off.

The product flew off the shelves.

Mainly thanks to the design team and artist that Morgan had brought in. Zoey Marchant is a friend of Morgan’s. They had met at yoga class a few years ago. She’s an artist, a starving artist, but her work is amazing. Morgan had asked her if she’d like to design the prints for the bras.

She’d said yes, and the rest is history.

My parents were thrilled with how Morgan and I’d brought this back around and made such a success out of it when it could have just failed after Coveted took our idea and supplier.

Morgan says it’s because of both of us, but I say it’s all her. I couldn’t have done it without her. I wouldn’t be the man I am now without her.

And my parents are also thrilled that Morgan and I are together. There was no keeping our relationship under wraps after the whole Sierra thing, and honestly, I didn’t want to. I wanted everyone to know that this smart, beautiful woman was mine.

I do have to wonder if that was part of my mom’s plan when she brought Morgan in to work at Under Her. Not that she didn’t bring her talent to the company because she’s smart as hell, and she could run it with her eyes closed. But maybe it was also to give me a counterpart—not only in business, but in my personal life, too.

In business, I was a grown-ass man, but in my private life, I was still acting like a teenager.

But not now. I’m a different man now. Because of Morgan. She’s changed me for the better.

I’m a man in love. And love will do some crazy things to you.

Things I wouldn’t change for the world.

So, life is fucking great. I’ve got the most incredible woman by my side at work and in my bed at night.

My parents and friends love her. Mom, Dad, Coop, and Dom think the sun shines out of Morgan’s ass—well, it does—but I do sometimes think they like her more than me. If they do, they should. She’s a far better person than I could ever hope to be.

I just thank God that she sees something in me and wants to be with me. Because, without her, the company and I would be nothing.

And the company has been selling product faster than we can supply it, thanks to Morgan’s genius, and our Bangkok supplier can’t meet all of our demands. As Ananda only signed with Coveted for the initial batch they stole from us, they are free to sign with us again. So, we now have both our Bangkok supplier and Ananda for the plus-sized range. As the range has brought in new customers for our standard sizes, too, I feel that, soon, I’m going to be asking Niran if expansion is an option.

Speaking of Niran, Morgan and I are back in San Kamphaeng, staying at the Secret Garden Chiang Mai. We’re not here to work though. We’re here on vacation. It’s been one year since she slapped me, since I kissed the shit out of her, and since we came back here before I gave her a ride on the Wilder side.

I know, I know. Cheesy as fuck. But I just couldn’t resist.

I thought it would be romantic to bring her here for our anniversary, and it turned out, I was right. When I gave her the tickets for our vacation, she got this soft look in her eyes. And, that night, I got the mother of all blow jobs. I’m talking deep-throat, porn-star action.

It was frigging amazing.

And, right now, we’re lying in bed together, both covered in sweat, panting to catch our breaths.

I thought it would be a good idea to reenact our first night together, minus the slap across the face. So, we went to the Hot Springs and then to the same bar, except we actually ate this time. Then, we came back here, and I was undressing her before she even got the door open.

“Wow,” she says.

“I know.”

“It gets better every time, right? It’s not just me?”

I turn on my side to face her and brush her hair off her forehead. “It’s not just you, babe. It’s us together. We’re fucking dynamite in the sack.”

She giggles, and of course, my cock reacts. She breathes, and he reacts.

It’s gotten incredibly difficult to get through staff meetings with her and not get a stiffy.

She’s amazing, and she’s all mine.

She moves to get up, and I pull her back down to me.

“Where are you going?”

“To clean up.”

“We’ll get a shower together.”

“We didn’t do that on the first night.”

“No, we didn’t, but then I didn’t ask you to move in with me either that night, so I guess we’re adding a new memory to our anniversary.”

She’s staring at me, not saying anything, with a shock and dazed look in her eyes.

I smile and say, “If you didn’t get that the first time, that was me, Wilder Cross, asking you, Morgan Stickford, to move in with me.”

Her lips part. She licks them. “You want me to move in with you?”

“Yes. We can live at my place or yours, or we can buy somewhere new together.”

“But that means, we’d be working together and living together. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Babe, I know what I want—you all the time. You’re the only person I can spend this much time around, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. We’re practically living together already. We stay over at each other’s places all the time. Question is, is it what you want?”

I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.

Then, she smiles, and it’s beautiful. “Of course it’s what I want.”

She throws her arms around my neck, hugging me, and I hold her back just as tight.

“Best anniversary gift ever,” she whispers. “But I feel bad. I didn’t get you anything. You said, no gifts.”

“You’re my gift, babe.” And she is.

“Still, I want to give you something,” she murmurs. She starts to kiss her way down my body.

Who am I to argue if my girl wants to gift me a blow job?

And, if the last blow job after I gave her the tickets to come here is anything to go by, then think of the sucking I’m in for after asking her to move in with me.

Fuck, I wonder what I’ll get when I ask her to be Mrs. Cross.

And, yes, I said when, not if.

But that’s not for now. That’s for another time…in the not-so-distant future.

I’d say…a year from now.

But, right now, I’m going to just enjoy the hell out of living with Morgan, my partner in work and life.

Morgan Stickford, the girl who used to hate loving me.

Who now just loves me.