"Then you should be very, very quiet," I breathe, sinking to my knees in front of him, mischief in my gaze.
"Fuck," he whispers, already shaking as his hand sinks into my hair.
I just lean forward, my eyes locked with his, so goddamn happy my heart might burst.
Epilogue
Mason
Three Years Later
"Harder, Mason," Olive moans, arching back against the shower wall. "Please."
"No." I nip her shoulder, dropping her just as slow as I did last time. "Not until you come just like this, Rebel."
She writhes against me, panting for breath. "You're so mean."
"You fucking love it," I remind her, nipping her again. "That's why you're so wet for me right now." I slip my hand between our bodies, ghosting my thumb across her clit. "It's why you stay this wet for me, baby."
She whimpers softly, her inner muscles fluttering all up and down my cock. She's so damn close already. I know she is. She's just being stubborn about it.
"If you don't come on my cock right now, I won't fuck you the way you want me to fuck you," I growl in her ear. "I'll leave you all wet and needy until I get home tonight."
She gasps, part outrage, part ecstasy.
The threat does the trick, though.
As soon as I slide her down again, she unravels for me, moaning my name into the steam of the shower.
"Good girl," I breathe against her skin, my hands digging into her hips before I haul her a little higher up the wall to give her what she really wants.
She shouts my name, her nails scrabbling down my back as I fuck her like a madman, my pace brutal. Her voice echoes around the bathroom, bouncing off the walls as she rocks against me, taking everything I give her and then begging for more.
She always begs for more. No matter how hard I fuck her or how many times I make her come, my greedy little wife always wants more. I fucking love it. It's precisely why she's pregnant again.
"Mason!" she sobs, coming so hard her head thunks against the wall.
I mutter a curse, shifting her enough to free one hand to cradle it as I plant myself deep, her orgasm milking my own from my cock. I bury my face in her throat, chanting her name as her hot little body pulls me right over the edge into oblivion.
Christ, I can't get enough of her, especially when she's pregnant. I'm a greedy bastard every day of the week, but it's a whole different level when she's carrying my kid.
"Mason," she sighs, melting against the wall.
"I love you," I murmur.
"Love you."
I hold her for a long moment before I groan and then reluctantly pull out to get her cleaned up before she's late to work again. She's pliant in my arms, her eyes closed as I wash her up.
"You know what today is?" I ask.
"Tuesday. Three more sleeps until the weekend."
"Yeah, it's Tuesday," I chuckle. "But it's also three years since you called the police on Paulina."
She cracks her eyes open, meeting my gaze. "Seriously?"
"Yep."