Yes, Prime Minister(14)

I smiled when he slid into the seat next to me, hand reaching for mine and placing a kiss on my knuckles. “Ready to head north, my beauty?”

“Ready to be in our bed.”

“That makes two of us.” He pulled me into his arms, hands covering my body as we were ferried to the airport.

Everything about my life since I’d met Bryce had been something out of a fairy tale. I couldn’t even fathom what our future might hold.

“Love you more every day, mama.”

“Love you so much it hurts to breathe, Bryce,” I whispered the prayer I said to him so many nights.





SECOND EPILOGUE





Bryce - eight years later

“Shh, beautiful. You don’t want the whole neighborhood to know where my hand is, do you?”

She squirmed, her gorgeous ass shaking as I worked the small plug in a little deeper.

“I love when you wiggle like that. Does it feel good?”

“So good. So full.” The soft admission made my dick leak with drops of precome. Twelve years later, and I still couldn’t get enough of my wife.

“Seeing you like this does things to me, Juliette.” I pushed my dick past the seam of her soaked lips desperate to be buried inside her, the only place I really felt like home. Wherever she was, was where I had to be to breathe. But where I felt at home was connected to her. Sharing our love, breathing it in, and pulling all the pleasure we had to give out of one another.

We’d had a long ride together, two terms, and she’d been with me through it all.

Our lives were a lot calmer now. We both worked doggedly for our charities, helping to raise money and awareness for inner-city youth. We’d even co-authored a children’s book featuring characters with the names of each of our five kids. All proceeds had gone to charity, and the kids had even had a hand in charity work. Giving back was big in our family.

We made a point of doing something amazing every day, and my something amazing at this moment was being buried deep inside the woman who made the stars shine in my universe.

I sucked at the sweet skin of her bare back, licking the beads of perspiration glistening there as my dick finally reached the limits of her. “Christ, I can feel how tight you are, how full you are.”

She rocked her hips against mine, the plug buried in her gorgeous ass grinding against my hips with every pass. The little minx liked playing kinky; that’d been a fun part of the last few years. We finally had more time and freedom to explore this side. Living under the media scrutiny wasn’t always easy when you had things like a butt plug being delivered to your doorstep, discreet packaging or not.

I traced up the soft dip of her spine, swirling my thumb at her clit just as I gently tugged the toy from her ass, letting it fall to the floor before flipping her around in my arms and carrying her to the bed. I caged her down against me, kissing up her sex-dampened body and leaving tiny goose bumps in my wake.

“So sensitive.” I sank inside her again, enjoying the tiny puffs of air that fell from her lips.

I thumbed the hard tips of her nipples with my fingers, my other hand cupping at her backside and angling her a little deeper into me. I needed all of her, needed every last drop she had to give, and then I’d pour myself into her and we’d both fall over together.

Soft whimpers filled the air while my thumb sped between us, her hips bucking as an orgasm rushed through her body. The walls of her tight pussy pulsed around me until my own release ripped through every cell I possessed.

This was everything.

She was everything.

She’d saved me that day she’d agreed to work in my office, and she’d saved me even more the day she’d said yes.

Our breathing calmed, our lips whispering against each other before I pulled out of her, tucking her under my heavy arm, right where she belonged.

“That was amazing.” She hummed, a love-drunk smile turning up her sexy lips.

“Wait till we try the vibrating one.”

“Vibrating!” she shrieked, slapping at my bare chest. I caught her wrist, pulling her on top of me for another slow kiss.

“I know you like it kinky, beautiful. I’m just trying to be a doting husband.”

“You're so full of it.”

“Is that right?” I slapped her ass, enjoying the squeal I could elicit so quickly. I was a selfish bastard in all things related to her. “We’ve still got another hour before everyone gets home. I could get a lot done in that amount of time.” My fingers trailed around the curve of her breast, her nipple puckering with the sensation.

“I know exactly how sharp your skills are. You stole my heart in far less time than that.”

Before I could think, I covered her mouth with mine in a kiss. “There will never come a day where I get enough of you, Juliette.” My fingers trailed across her silky skin. “En sa beaut? g?t ma mort et ma vie.”