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Epilogue

"Happy birthday, Judah!"

I smile brightly at Manal, reaching forward to pull her into a tight hug. I've never been huge on birthdays, but Aubin loves to spoil me on my special day, as does my brother and my dear sister-in-law.

Almost as soon as she's wrapped her arms around me, she's shoved aside by my ridiculous brother, grumbling about how he wants some of my affection, too. Pretty soon, though, the two-year-old on my hip lets us all know that he wants some attention as well.

Zeb chuckles and reaches out to Oumar, taking him from me so that he can be showered in affection. Oumar giggles wildly as his uncle peppers kisses all over his face, loving the shower of attention and affection that he receives.

A smile tugs at my mouth at the sight of the two of them interacting. Zeb is a wonderful uncle and also a kickass father. Plus, his three-year-old daughter gets on so well with Oumar and I'm sure that our future children will also be the best of friends.

I feel a hand on the small of my back and even after all these years, his touch still sends sparks up my spine. As I turn my head to meet his gaze, I notice that he knows this damn well, if the curve at the edge of his lips is anything to go by.

Turning back to Manal, I offer her another smile. "Thanks so much for doing this, Manal," I murmur appreciatively. "Very kind of you."

She bats away my worries, shaking her head. "Don't be silly."

In fact, she looks pretty damn smug. Zeb, on the other hand, who's briefly switched his attention to us rather than Oumar, looks visibly uncomfortable.

We all know, of course, that the reason behind dropping Oumar here for a sleepover is so that, after a nice dinner, Aubin can take me home, bend me over and fuck me against every surface in our house without having to worry about noise as a birthday treat.

In fairness to Zeb, I also feel a little awkward about him knowing this, just like I feel whenever Manal gleefully tells me a story about their bedroom activities.

Neither Manal, nor Aubin have any shame, though.

My husband only serves to remind me of his intentions with a slight nip of the top of my ear with his teeth, while his palm continues to rest on my lower back. "We should get going, or we'll miss the reservations, sweetheart."

He's been in such a hurry to get Oumar dropped off, even though once we arrived, he took a while to get out of the car, letting me get our son from the backseat before following me up the steps to the house quite a few paces behind.

It's only once we've said our goodbyes to our son, my brother and sister-in-law and have arrived back at the car, that I realise what the hold-up earlier was.

He's placed a towel down on my seat.

Fuck. It's a sure sign that I'm getting a birthday treat before we even get to the restaurant and my pussy starts throbbing at the notion already. Aubin, as insistent about cleanliness as ever – he stilldoesn't let me wash the dishes or clean the bathrooms because I apparently don't do it right, no matter how many times I've done it exactly as I've seen him do it – genuinely keeps a small towel in the glove compartment specifically for moments like these, because no way am I ever going to ruin his car with an orgasm.

True to form, he washes it after every time. So, uh, pretty frequently. In fact, he's got a couple on rotation so that we're never without.

I get in the car, adjusting the skirt of my olive-coloured dress so that none of the material will get in the cross-fire of what's about to ensue.

I meet my husband's eyes, who's smirking at me. Aubin leans over and places a deliberate hand on my thigh, tracing a pattern on the inside, while leaning over to kiss me.