Enchanted (Billionaire Boys Club #2) | ongoing

Epilogue

Darius:

I watch my wife move like a swan in clear water. Graceful. Effortless. She spins and leaps and extends her limbs, guided by the soft music emitting from the speakers that are built into the walls of the studio in our home.

She doesn't notice me. Eyes closed as she dances.

Fucking beautiful.

Years have passed and I'm still spellbound by this woman. She captures my every thought. My heart still fucking jumps when she smiles at me.

Years later and she still possesses that same sweetness. That gentle nature that sometimes morphs into teasing playfulness.

Years gone by and I still can't get enough of her.

Once the music stops, her eyes gradually open, instantly landing on mine.

She smiles.

And my heart fucking jumps.

"Darling."

"How long have you been there?" She straightens and tilts her head.

"Long enough to fall in love with you all over again."

She blushes and looks away.

Still shy and adorable.

"Do you feel okay?" I step away from where I was leaning against the mirrored wall and walk over to her, taking her waist in my hands.

"Mhm."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." She cups my cheek. "It's been three months."

"I know but-"

"I feel perfectly fine. Great, in fact." She lowers her hand so that it hovers between us, closing all of her fingers but one. "Pinky promise."

I roll my eyes but take it.

What else am I supposed to fucking do?

I kiss her pinky and then use my hold on her to bring her arm around my neck so that I can lean down to kiss her.

It wasn't meant to be intense but after a few seconds, that's what it becomes. She wraps her other arm around my neck, pulling at my hair at the base of it, moaning softly when I slip my tongue into her mouth, squeezing her hips.

She gasps when I lift her up, encircling my waist with her legs and makes a sound of refusal, breaking away.

"We can't."

"And why not?" I counter against her lips, whilst carrying her over to the bar that's attached to the longer wall of mirrors.

The same one where our son was conceived.

"You love getting fucked on this bar." I murmur in her ear, relishing the way she shivers against me.

"Darius." She breathes.

"Or we could do it on the floor." I offer. "I can lay you on your back and fuck you into the hardwood."

"Please." She whimpers when I press my thumb to the spot between her legs over her panties.

Thank god she's wearing a skirt. Though when she's dancing like this, I always know she is. Still, the last time I ruined her clothes, she was not happy with me.

"Please what? Which is it, malyshka? The bar or the floor?"

I'm about to get my answer when a cry sounds from the monitor that's connected to the wireless system and destroys my chances of getting laid for the near future.