EPILOGUE
ONE YEAR LATER
“So, I was thinking,” I said as I watched Gavin’s naked ass through the window of our villa in Puerto Rico.
He was currently in the shower, and this time, I didn’t have to pretend not to be watching.
“I was thinking,” he said, turning around to give me a full-frontal view, “you need to get your ass in here.”
I laughed. “I already showered.”
“And?” He grinned at me. “Do I need to j******f to get you invested?”
“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt anything.”
He stroked himself a few times as I stripped out of my bikini and jumped into the shower with him. He grabbed me around the middle and pinned me to the shower wall. Our lips crashed together, just as demanding and ravenous as we had been our first time in Puerto Rico when I fell for him.
Now, we were a year married.
