Epilogue
One Year Later“Again?” I ask, amused.
“I’ll have you know,” Zenny says, crawling into my lap, “that it’s very common for a woman in my condition.”
My c**k—sleepy from the two-round quickie just an hour ago—wakes the f**k up right away. Zenny’s wearing some kind of loose tank top thing that allows me to see right down her shirt and she’s in shorts so short that I can’t believe I let her out of the house, because I’m a jealous, possessive bastard like that.
(Okay, I do know why I let her out of the house. It’s because we were going to the same place together.)
“Everyone’s out of the office,” she purrs, her hands finding my tie and yanking at it. “We’re alone.”
“All of our one employees is gone, hmm?” I tease, but I let her pull me into a slow, deep kiss. Emmett only comes
