Naughty Temptations

Epilogue

Epilogue

Anastasia opened her mouth and Mason slid a piece of dark chocolate past her lips. She closed her eyes and savored the burst of flavor on her tongue. “Mmm,” she groaned. “This is amazing.”

He laughed. “You sound like a woman having an orgasm.”

“Hey, eating good chocolate isn’t far off,” she teased. She was leaning back against the plush sofa cushions, watching the flames dance in the fireplace, totally relaxed and sated. Wearing only Mason’s turquoise shirt and her pearls, she wiggled her naked toes. She’d stripped off the shoes and stockings a few minutes before and her feet were extremely grateful.

After they’d both recovered sufficiently, they’d each tugged on a piece of clothing. Anastasia had dug out her cell phone and called her lawyer’s office. While Mason had watched, his eyes hooded, she’d apologized for missing her appointment and then informed her lawyer that she wouldn’t be signing divorce papers today or any day soon.

Then she’d called Maryann, who’d been out making one final delivery for the day. Everything was done and they actually didn’t have any large projects for several weeks. There were a few minor client requests such as birthday and anniversary surprises, but nothing large like Valentine’s Day. Once she’d assured her assistant that she was fine but would be late coming into the office tomorrow, she tossed her cell phone on the table and settled back to stare at the man in front of her.

Her husband looked handsome and incredibly sexy wearing only his pants, which he’d tugged on and zipped but hadn’t buttoned. His shaggy black hair was sticking off in places and he had a sleepy, satisfied look in his eyes. She watched him as he deftly opened the champagne and poured some of the golden liquid into the two crystal flutes. Picking them both up, he sat down beside her on the edge of the sofa and handed her one of the glasses.

She took a sip and almost groaned again. This was definitely the height of luxury. Champagne, sinfully rich chocolates and fantastic s*x. What woman could ask for more?

Obviously, she could. “So where do we go from here?”

He took a sip from his glass. The delicate stem appeared fragile in his large hands. He set the flute on the coffee table, took hers from her hands and laid it beside his. She twined her fingers together almost nervously, which was ridiculous when she thought about it. This was her husband. Granted, they hadn’t spent any time together in the past year, but he was still the man she’d married.

Except, the last twelve months had changed them both.

“We start at the beginning.” He took her hands in his, lifted them to his mouth and placed a kiss on each knuckle. Heat radiated up her arms and her n*****s puckered against the silky shirt she wore. “We can take it slow if you want. Spend some time getting to know each other again. Or…” He broke off and took a deep breath before continuing. “We can move in together while we’re searching for a new house—one we both feel comfortable living in.”

Anastasia realized that Mason was putting her in the driver’s seat intentionally. It had been his mother who’d sabotaged their marriage—with help from both of them—and this was his way of making amends.

“Which one would you prefer?” She licked her lips, which were suddenly very dry.

“I want us to live together again as man and wife. If I hadn’t been so damn stubborn, then our marriage wouldn’t have broken down like it did.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “And honey, now that I’ve got you back, I’m not going to lose you again.”

She shivered at his possessive tone. Her body, starved for him for so long, was becoming aroused again. “We were both stubborn.” Her voice was low and husky and Mason’s eyes narrowed.

“I won’t argue with that.” A slow smile crossed his face as he twined his finger around a lock of her red hair and tugged her toward him. She went willingly, her lips parting.

His kiss was soft—a gentle exploration so at odds with the hot glow in his eyes. He tasted of chocolate and champagne. She imagined that she did too. The rich flavors combined with his natural male essence to create an intoxicating taste. One she couldn’t get enough of.

Before the kiss could get out of hand, he pulled back, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. His fingers grazed the sensitive skin of her neck, raising goose bumps on her arms. “What will it be?”

Knowing this was what she wanted, she dove in with both feet. “You can move into my place with me while we look for a new house.”

This time his mouth was hot and hard and hungry as it descended on hers. His tongue thrust deep. Claiming her. Inciting her. She was so lost in their kiss she’d didn’t even realize that he’d unbuttoned her shirt until he peeled back the edges and the cool air hit her breasts, causing her n*****s to pucker even tighter. Her legs shifted restlessly against the cushions as her p***y contracted.

She tugged her lips from his, gasping slightly as she stroked his shoulders, his broad chest and his flat, muscled stomach. His erection tented the front of his pants and she couldn’t resist touching him. It was awkward with the fabric in the way, so she pulled down the zipper and was rewarded when his c**k practically jumped into her hand.

She jerked when something cool hit her skin. Mason laughed, champagne flute in hand. Pale, golden liquid dribbled between her breasts. “Lie back,” he instructed. She gave his shaft one long, hard stroke, which elicited a satisfactory groan, before relaxing against the cushions.

With his free hand, he offered her another chocolate. When she took it into her mouth, she purposely sucked on the tips of his fingers. Two could play the seduction game.

Mason chuckled as he tilted the glass and a few drops of champagne filled her bellybutton. Leaning down, he sipped the liquid, making sure to tug on her bellybutton ring.

The familiar heat surged through her blood, setting her body on fire. Her muscles ached slightly after the unusual activity of the afternoon, but it was a good hurt. The kind that made you feel vibrantly alive and well-loved. But those minor twinges faded as the folds of her p***y became slick and warm.

But it was her heart that seemed swollen in her chest, making it hard to breathe. She loved this man so much and had suppressed that feeling for almost a year. “I love you.” The words came out as a whisper, so she said them again, this time stronger. “I love you, Mason.”

He raised his head from her stomach and just stared at her, his features tight and his eyes haunted. “I love you, Ana. You can’t begin to imagine how much. I can’t believe I almost lost you, almost let you go.”

His mouth shifted lower, his large hands parting her thighs.

“I love Valentine’s Day,” Anastasia Style moaned as her husband buried his face between her thighs and proceeded to love her senseless.