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“That’s fucked up when I need a good word from that asshole.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Later. I need a kiss from my wife.” I cup the back of her head and plant my lips on hers, kissing her furiously. “You’re mine forever.”

“Forever.”

Epilogue

Claudia

The sound of the bell behind me already tells me there’s a customer. But I already know who it is because his presence always is felt.

“What brings you in?”

“I’m in for dessert. The most delicious one you have here.”

I continue to fix the display sign, refusing to face my husband and give away my desire. “We have so many kinds,” I say.

“There’s one I’m looking for specifically. It’s the best I’ve ever had. Every time I have it, it just gets sweeter and sweeter. I seem to not be able to get enough of it.”

I turn around and stare at my husband of two years. “Oh, really. I thought you didn’t like sweet things.”

“Well, there’s only one sweet thing I like. Think it’s all that sugar you eat.”

“Well, I’m kind of busy right now, sir. I think you’re going to have to come back.”

“Nope. It’s closing time, beautiful. I want my cake and my pie.” His eyes go directly between my thighs. My husband is such a fucking pervert, and I love every minute of it.

I’m closing this bakery next week. It’s time Connor and I start a family of our own, and I can’t continue to do this and have a family. I’ve decided that I’ll bake for fun and take online orders only, making them from home. Connor has expanded the kitchen even more so I can still bake. It’s amazing, and even Nora loves to come over to try my treats, although she says shehas to stay away or she’s going to put on too much weight. Jack doesn’t mind. He always has his hands on her.

“Mr. MacNamara, you’re just going to have to wait.”

“You know, I’ll just have to take my treat right here.” He scoops me up and carries me to the back as I squeal.

“You animal.”

He sets me on the steel counter and lifts my skirt, giving me a smile. “You’re mine, and I’m obsessed with my wife. I thought you had learned that by now.”

Oh, I have. He’s certainly proven that this marriage is as real as it gets.

“Hot and fresh,” he growled. Dropping to his knees between my legs, he slides my panties off and then presses his face to my cunt.

“Oh my goodness.” I damn near hop off the table when his tongue swirls in my hole. I never get enough of him eating me out. My hand thrusts into his hair and pushes his head into my pussy, grinding his face into me. He devours my mound like a hungry man and I lose it, coming on his tongue, shouting his name.

He stands up and fixes my clothes. “It’s time to go, Wife.”

“What about you?”

“I came for my dessert. Later, I’ll be making you so sore that you can’t walk, but you have cakes to finish. Let me help, and then we can get out of here.”

We clean up inside my apartment upstairs, which is where we usually go for our rendezvous. Three hours later, we left the shop, smiling and satisfied. I’m a happy wife with my insanely handsome and obsessed husband.

THE END