She’s still shimmying out of her coat as I drag her panties down her legs. I push her knees apart, dragging her to the edge of the mattress right where I want her and kneel.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she demands.
“Was the whole I’m going to give you up so I don’t ruin your chance at happiness and having everything you’ve ever dreamed of not clear enough?” I ask, hooking her thighs over my shoulders.
“Just say the fucking words, Sull.”
I flash her a smug look as I drag my tongue through her sopping wet pussy.
“Sullivan!”
I circle my tongue around her clit a few times, enjoying the way she narrows her eyes at me. She wants to be mad, but she’s enjoying my tongue too much.
“Of course I love you, Lila. Now lie back and enjoy the show.”
Epilogue
LILA
One Valentine’s Day Later…
“We did it!” Marley claps. “We fucking did it!”
Another successful Valentine’s Day is in the books, and I couldn’t be happier. Even if I’m fucking exhausted for it. I’m already looking forward to the bubble bath Sull promised me when we get home tonight.
“Have I told you lately how grateful I am that you came back?” I ask Marley, feeling extra grateful not only to still be in business a year later, but to have her back as my manager.
“Not in the last hour,” she says, reapplying her lipstick. She agreed to stay until closing, but I know she’s got a secret hot date waiting for her. I’m incessantly curious who the guy is, but I’ll bug her for details tomorrow.
Tonight, I just want to relish in the success of the day.
Ever since Grandma Val gave up her lavender lemon cupcake recipe, Audrey and I have been collaborating all major holidays. We’ve even come up with a few specials of our own. It’s boostedbusiness for both of us, and Grandma Val has been our biggest supporter.
“Where’s your grumpy mountain man?” Marley asks, slipping on her coat.
“He’s on his way. He had to drop off some extra cupcakes to Roxi.”
After the critter who broke into my bakery last year successfully slept off his hangover, Edie released him back into the wild. But the little bugger kept returning to her rescue. Eventually, Edie stopped trying to set him free and made him a nice cozy home.
Not only has adding the raccoon to my logo been good for business, but Edie housing him at her rescue has been good for donations to keep the place up and running. It’s been a win-win all around.
“I’d say don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I say to Marley as she heads for the door. “But we both know that wouldn’t really limit you in any way.”
Marley blows me a kiss and slips out the door.
I take a moment, scanning the empty bakery with pride. We’ve made a lot of upgrades in the last year—new ovens, new tables, and better lighting. But we’ve also leaned into raccoon themed décor, to include tiny pawprints on the walls and napkins with the cartoon version of Roxi passed out with a cupcake in his hands—covering his balls of course, because children.
“You ready to go home, Mrs. West?” Sull asks, appearing in doorway that leads out back.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On what you plan to do with me once we get there.”
Sull walks up to me, tugging me into his arms. He nuzzles his face in my neck as he tugs the ponytail free from my hair. “I have a special fantasy I’ve been saving just for this Valentine’s Day.”
Heat coils between my thighs. I hope this man never runs out of fantasies.