Epilogue
Five years later…
“Daddy, are they here yet?” little Lucy asked. Four years ago, he’d reversed his vasectomy, the best decision he’d ever made.
Nico picked up his three-year-old daughter in his arms, swirling her around in the backyard of their vacation home in Mauritius. Or rather, his father’s home, which they used as home base whenever they visited.
He’d made other investments in Mauritius, but Desmorais always insisted he stay at his house, even if he’d remodeled half of it to make it more accessible for his walker. Except for a hip replacement surgery, Desmorais’s health was good. He kept plenty busy spoiling Lucy every chance he got.
Desmorais also loved taking Lucy to visit the animal sanctuary he’d ended up building in another location, not too far from his home. He’d named it The Luciana Rossi Sanctuary, to honor Nico’s mom. A big plaque with her name in cursive letters stood at the entrance and never failed to make Nico smile.
“Not yet, sweetie, but Uncle Marco should arrive soon. Their jet already landed.”
“What? It already landed?” Emma shouted from the kitchen. She’d taken the summer off work to enjoy the lazy days in their home away from home, and she’d been hustling over making the house even more beautiful for the arrival of Zaine and Monique, with their two kids, and Marco and Lily, with the twin boys.
He kissed the top of Lucy’s head and put her on the floor. “Yes. Soon Marco’s destruction experts will be over. Make sure you hide all the valuables.” They always teased Marco about his three-and-a-half-year-old twin boys. Arturo and Benito mastered running after each other, climbing dangerous furniture, fighting, and making up again. Much like Nico and Marco had as kids.
Lucy giggled. “Yay. Cuzzies.”
Desmorais waved from the other side of the large backyard, where he’d been gardening. “Come help Grandpa,” he called, and Lucy dashed his way.
“I’ll come get you soon, Lucy. Listen to Grandpa.” He waved, then raced to the steps and dashed into the kitchen.
Emma fumbled with a flower arrangement inside an overpriced crystal vase. A patterned purple-ish sundress clung to her delicious curves, which had become only hotter after pregnancy. He embraced her from behind, and caught a whiff of the feminine, sweet notes of her fragrance. He deposited a kiss on the curve of her neck and felt her shudder, a sexy moan leaving her lips. “How much time do we have?” she asked, with a trace of urgency in her voice.
“Five minutes. Ten tops,” he said, twirling her around.
“I’ll take it.” She grabbed his hand, and they strode to their bedroom.
When he closed the door behind him, she pulled him to her, her hands hovered over his jeans. Desire pounded in his cock, and he smashed his lips on hers. He pulled her dress over her head and, stumbling among the furniture, they kissed each other until finally they fell on the bed.
She chuckled, slipping her hand into his jeans. He covered her with his body, rubbing himself against her. She squirmed, a flicker of mischief in her eyes carrying a promise. A message.
She squeezed his cock, and he groaned. If she wanted to make it fast, damn her, she’d get it. He parted her thighs and slid two fingers into her pussy, so wet and so tight. “Screw me, Nico.” She bucked her hips into his hand, and he teased her clit while she unzipped him and pulled down his pants.
Aroused, he thrust into her, and she moaned, sweat glistening her forehead.
She. Emma Cavanaugh-Giordano. The woman he’d chosen. The woman who’d been fool enough to take a chance on him.
“More,” she asked, wrapping her legs around his torso. If anything, time had attuned her only more to her sexual needs, and they enjoyed each other’s bodies whenever Lucy wasn’t around.
He retreated then plunged deeper. Faster. Stronger.
She groaned, shaking under him, and soon he, too, lost himself in her sweetness. When they both caught their breath, she said, “I’m pregnant.”
He rolled to the side, an incredible sensation zapping through him. Pregnant. They’d talked about having more kids, but he had no idea it’d happen so soon. “I can’t wait.” He caressed her bare belly, planting a kiss on her shoulder. Parenthood had taught them both a lot of new lessons…and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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