Epilogue
"Mason," I whisper, trying to sound serious. "Don't make me moan out loud. You'll wake the baby."
Mason just laughs and continues to grab my boob, squeezing it and running his fingers around my nipple as he kisses my neck.
I tilt my head back and sigh in pleasure at his touch.
A year and half after we first met, he still has the power to make me forget everything and revel in the moment.
"You'll moan when I tell you to, baby girl," he whispers in my ear before biting my earlobe.
My entire body convulses in shudders at his voice.
I'm almost carried away.
I mean, you would be too. Imagine yourself trading places with me. I'm sitting on the leather sofa of our new One57 apartment that we bought together as husband and wife.
Little Ida is asleep in the other room, in what I hope is a peaceful sleep. I had just sat down on the couch to watch NCIS when Mason saw me.
Now, he's literally trying to get in my pants. As in his hands are travelling to the hem of my yoga pants and his fingers are slowly tracing an outline over my thong.
With a sudden flash of inspiration, I turn to him and smile.
"If I'm your baby girl, will you go make me something to eat?" I ask him.
I'm trying hard not to laugh as the King of Wall Street looks at me with a perplexed look. No one has probably even asked him that. Ever.
No, of course not. Mason has just finished off a successful year as Wall Street's most celebrated CEO.
I mean, it's a good thing he's had me over the last year to at least suck his cock every morning otherwise I don't know if he'd even have time for sex.
Kane Price has launched over 40 new financial instruments and products and they've literally cornered the market on exotic financial instruments. Money flows only one way nowadays and that's into the coffers of Kane Price.
"Excuse me?" Mason asks me, and I can see his brow furrowing. That's right. Not too many Wall Street people probably joke around with him nowadays, what with his sky high bonus and soaring valuation, people are calling Mason Kane one of the richest men in the world.
"Please, Daddy?" I ask batting my eyes and trying to keep from laughing. "Please feed m?"
Now Mason realizes that I've been joking. When I'm begging to him, but begging for food and not fucking, he can finally tell that I'm pulling his leg.
He growls and picks me up.
I squeak loudly as he stands up and carries me to the chaise lounge next to the sofa and deposits me on it.
I splay my body out and spread my legs wantonly. My finger comes to my pussy and I begin to rub my clit through the fabric of my yoga pants and thong. I'm definitely wet. Just being around my husband makes me wet.
Mason begins to unbuckle his belt.
"You're either going to need a spanking, baby girl," he says to me as his eyes meet mine. "Or a good fucking. Either way you need to be taught a lesson."
"I'm not a good learner tonight, babe," I say, teasing him. "Maybe you you need to teach me extra hard."
We both stare at each other for a long moment.
Finally Mason cracks a smile as my eyes twinkle.
At the last minute I can't hold it in anymore. I start to chuckle.
Mason joins in.
But our chuckle becomes laughter which quickly gets louder and louder.
Oh my God, my stomach is hurting.
Which is when the baby monitor goes off.
Shit.
We've woken little Ida.
Mason looks at me with concern, but I just sit up and grab a hold of his arm as the two of us walk to the nursery.
Inside is the cutest little baby that I've ever seen.
Ida was born several months ago, but already Mason and I can tell how much our lives have been changed.
I feel so blessed to be a mother. Sometimes I don't understand how Lorna could not have wanted this feeling ever in her life.
But I'm sure she has plenty of time to think about things like this.
The case was pretty open and shut against her. I mean, when you're trying to bilk close to a billion dollars from a publicly traded corporation that manages the pension payments of millions of people, there's very little leeway that the prosecution is going to grant you. She was sentenced to life in prison at a maximum security women's prison. Her eyes boiled with hate towards Mason and me the entire time.
I just sat there next to Daniel, my father, and prayed that this would be the last time I'd ever have to see Lorna again.
It took me a long time to not instinctively call her Mom, and I think I've finally made peace with all the things she said and did to me through my life.
Oh, right. Daniel.
So Daniel had always kept tabs on me from afar, but as Mason had said, he never really bothered to reach out to me. He was under the impression that my life was proceeding along happily and that anything he would have done to get back in it would have raised retribution from Lorna towards both him and me.
I was surprised when he told me that, to say the least.
I mean, with everything Lorna had said to me, it didn't sound like she much wanted me.
"I don't think she did either," Daniel agreed with me. Even though he was biologically my father, I couldn't call him Dad. "But when the whole topic of separation came up, she made it clear that she would fight for custody. Not because she loved you, but because she would win. And she would have a trump card to play against me our entire lives."
But over the last year and half, I think that Daniel and I have gotten close. I mean, we don't see each other much - he lives in Canada somewhere in the mountains filled with snow - but we keep in touch by email and sometimes Facebook.
I think it just feels good knowing you have a family out there in this world. That you're not completely and totally alone.
And just like that, we raise the next generation of our family.
Ida is looking up at me with wide eyes, her crying over now that the big humans have come to her crib and are looking down at her making funny noises as they take her in their arms.
Mason looks at me.
"You're a great Mom," he says to me, drawing me close to him. "I have a great family."
I smile.
He's right on the money in this respect.
I couldn't have wished for a happier and more content family life.
I am truly blessed.
And it's all because of a taboo love affair.
Amazing, really.
Almost makes you want to write a book about it, doesn't it?