A Love Like Ours

Epilogue

Epilogue

It was a mad dash from the first peal of the alarm clock. My first day, and I was going to be late. Extremely late!

I bounded out of bed and ran for the bathroom, thankful for once to find that my nakedness worked in my favour against the morning chill. The cold was quick to get me rushing through my morning toilet and leaping under the warm shower spray a moment later. I was scrubbing myself raw even before my teeth stopped chattering. But it was the buzzing of Justin's electric shaver that had me turning off the faucet and reaching for the towel.

I stopped by the vanity on my way out to give Justin's deliciously exposed flanks a pinch and then a squeeze for good measure before I evaded his reaching hands and dashed back to the bedroom.

It was all his fault, this Monday morning madness. If he hadn't decided to have a morning cuddle at the first ring of the alarm clock then follow it with a morning quickie that lasted through two other alarms, well, it's just his fault I was going to be late.

I was in my stockings and shirt, hopping on a foot as I tried to squeeze my other foot into heels that had grown too tight. It had been ages since I last wore my work heels. Bounding around inelegantly on one foot, I ignored Justin's amused chuckle and bit out a fluent blue streak when my heel simply snapped off, sending me tumbling back onto the unmade bed.

Justin's laughter at that had me cursing again. I leapt off the bed and dived back into my walk-in wardrobe to dig out another ancient pair of high-heeled shoes. The skirt went on next. And I was finally ready to go.

But I had one more matter to attend to before I could actually leave. I rushed off to see to that next.

The tie was silk and long; lean fingers worked at it to loosen its knot until it hung loose over broad shoulders. My gaze ran up those muscular arms and chest, the strong column of his neck, to rest longingly on the lush sensuality of his firm lips before scampering hastily up to his amused, blue eyes. There, I drowned happily in their depths until an insistent wail shrugged me out of his hypnotic trance-inducing gaze.

"You're supposed to be leaving," I reminded him, as his fingers continued to unbutton the shirt he had only just donned.

"So are you," he murmured, pointing at my own fingers, already busy undoing the buttons of my shirt. I frowned in confusion and then lifted my darkened gaze up to his entrancing eyes once more.

"I ... have to," I stuttered at the determined glint in his eyes. "It's not-not for you," I uttered breathlessly at his insistent advance.

"Yes, it is. All mine," he rebuked firmly. I sighed impatiently. This was my first day, and he was going to make a mess of things and, no doubt, make me late too.

"Justin, darling," I implored pleadingly and then bit my lip as I watched him halt at my words and then take a deep breath before he pounced.

His hands took over from mine to undo the remaining buttons; his lips slammed down on mine before moving ruthlessly along my jawline, nipping and nibbling as he went 'til his face was cradled at my swelling bosom.

The wail erupted again. I reacted without thinking and shoved his head aside as I all but ran to the cot. Cooing at my poor, hungry baby, I lifted out Jason Kay and showered kisses over his cherubic face. Justin's growl of jealousy behind me was promptly ignored as I moved to sit on my rocking chair and settled Jason to suckle happily at my bosom.

"It's only for another six months or so," I soothed Justin's ruffled feathers with what he wanted to hear. In all honesty, baby Jason could nuzzle at my breast for as long as he needed. He had already been diligently at it for the past year.

"You promised! When you get back to work, your breasts will only be mine," Justin reminded softly, but I could still hear the steely undertone to his voice; he would not be denied on this. I muttered some soothing nothings and continued to feed my baby.

"Right then, it's payments for leasing out your tits to this little fella then," he said determinedly before unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants.

"Justin!"

The man was truly incorrigible.