The three of them step into my open arms. Our life isn’t going to always be easy, but then again, nothing worth having ever is. As long as the five of us are together, then we can get through anything.

  EPILOGUE

  Strong arms encircle me, and Aidan presses a soft kiss along the curve of my neck.

  “Are you excited for tonight?” he murmurs against my skin that prickles with arousal.

  I pivot in his embrace and loop my hands around his neck, threading my fingers together. “I think I’m more nervous than excited. My stomach is in knots.”

  “It’s going to be amazing. And perfect. Just like my wife.” Aidan kisses the tip of my nose and then moves to my lips.

  I fall into his kisses every time, forgetting everything around me. It’s been like that from the beginning. As much as I want to forget what’s happening in a few short hours, I have too many things to take care of to get ready for our opening night.

  “Okay, stop trying to distract me,” I laugh against his mouth and draw away. “I’ve still got things to do.”

  “Like what?” He doesn’t let me go. “The exhibit is ready and your selections are impeccable. They’re going to be sold for a lot of fucking money. The caterers are upstairs now preparing all the hors d’oeuvres. The bar’s being set up and stocked and the waitstaff have arrived. Imogen’s made sure that your payment system is functioning and your staff is here ready to take people’s money. There’s nothing else you need to do. You’re ready. This place is ready. It’s going to be absolutely perfect.”

  I take in a shuddering breath and sag against him. “I know. You’re right. I just keep thinking something is going to go terribly wrong.”

  Aidan’s hands tighten their grip on my hips and he pulls me into the cradle of his thighs. “Nothing will go wrong. And even if it does, nothing so disastrous is going to happen that it’ll turn into an utter failure. I’ll be here to keep an eye on things and to offer any back up. I do have an expert eye for expensive art.”

  I snort. “I don’t think those specific skills will need to be put to use tonight.”

  He winks. “You never know. One of these pieces on display tonight might turn into the next Mona Lisa or The Kiss. It could be worth a fortune.”

  I just shake my head. “I’m not going to encourage your illegal predilections.”

  “You love my predilections,” he draws the word out in a suggestive tone.

  Rising up on my toes, I press a kiss to his lips. “I love your erections.”

  Aidan groans. “You’re killing me woman. Weren’t you the one who just said no distractions? How am I supposed to make it through the night without thinking about you and my erection and how you can take care of it for me?”

  I pat his chest. “Poor thing, I’m sure you’ll think of something. Now, I need to go check on the caterers.”

  He lets me go and as I walk past him, I drag my hand across the front of the significant bulge in his pants.

  “You’re going to pay for that later, wife,” Aidan warns making me laugh and waggle my fingers at him in farewell.

  I stride through the gallery, my gaze pausing on each pillar or section of wall that displays its piece of focus. Soft lighting illuminates each one, showcasing all the lines, colors, and textures that make up the scene. The evocative images are powerful and resonate with emotions locked deep inside me. Pride swells. Aidan has been making every single one of my dreams come true. If not for him buying this building, I might still be trying to decide what I wanted for my future.

  It’s only a short climb up the stairs to the second level. We renovated the whole space and had a small kitchen built up here for events like tonight’s. I walk through the swinging doors and glance around. Everything appears to be in order.

  The owner of the catering company approaches. “Can I help you, Mrs. Donnelly?”

  I wave her off. “No, I just popped in to see if you needed anything.”

  “Thank you, but we’ve got everything.”

  “All right, then. It all smells delicious.”

  She beams. “Thank you.”

  Since it’s clear she has things under control and I’m only here to settle my nerves, I move on.

  Aidan was right. We’re ready. I’m ready.

  “Thank you so much for coming. We’ll get this boxed up and shipped to you this week.” I shake the hand of one of the last remaining patrons. One who just paid over twenty-eight thousand euros on a piece of artwork. On my piece of artwork that I hadn’t put up for display. Aidan had.

  I escort them to the door and once they’re gone, I lock it, turn, and collapse against it. My husband comes around the corner and stalks forward with a predatory gleam in his eyes. I rise up and meet him partway. He grips my hips and I lay my palms on his chest.

  “You were sneaky adding my piece to the exhibit,” I kiss his chin. “I can’t believe you did that. Most of all, I can’t believe I missed it. I’ve memorized every single painting hanging from these walls. Yet somehow, I missed that one.”

  “I knew you’d never add any of your own work, so I did it for you. It deserved to be displayed front and center.”

  “Thank you.”

  Aidan’s lips slowly curl in that suggestive way of his. “I believe I should get my reward now.”

  I chuckle. “Oh, you do, do you? And what kind of reward might that be?”

  He walks me backward until my back meets the wall and he flips the lights off until only the faint glow from the upstairs filters down the stairwell. “The kind of reward that ends up with you and me in bed with my cock buried deep inside you.”

  “That sounds scandalous,” I say breathlessly.“Oh, it is. Extremely scandalous.” Aidan leans into me and nibbles the skin along my jawline, drawing his tongue across the slightly stinging flesh and soothing it.

  I tip my head to give him better access and moan as pleasure skates over my body and the ache in my core grows, spreading throughout me.

  “Whoever’s idea it was to build a small room upstairs deserves a medal,” he whispers against my heated flesh, knowing full well it was his.

  “I don’t have a medal, but I’m sure I can come up with something to make up for it.”

  “Hmmm. I like the way you think.” Taking my hand, Aidan leads me across the gallery floor and up the stairs until we reach the small bedroom just off the kitchen.

  Ever so slowly, he takes the pins from my hair and tosses them on the small vanity and then runs his fingers through it, gently teasing out the tangles. I sigh in pleasure. His hands go to my shoulders and he turns me to give him my back.

  Far too slowly, he releases the buttons that run from the top of the dress all the way down to the swell of my butt. It’s tortuous waiting, as inch by small inch he exposes me. Aidan kisses his way down my spine sending shivers racing over me. Goosebumps prickle at my arms.

  He pushes the fabric off my shoulders, kissing along the slope of one, until the dress falls and pools at my feet. I’m left clad in only my bra, panties, and high heels. I’ve never felt sexier, especially when he groans, dragging me back against his chest, and swipes my hair off my neck to press kisses along the length of it.

  “You get more beautiful every day,” Aidan whispers into my ear.

  He slides his hands around to my front, tickling my ribs in the process. I suck in a breath as he palms a breast while he glides his other hand down my belly and dips under the waistband of my panties.

  “You’re so wet and perfect.” His fingers meet my swollen clit and my knees nearly give out.

  Playing my body perfectly, he brings me almost to climax before drawing his hand away.

  “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?” I pout.

  Aidan, the bastard, chuckles. “Normally, yes, but I’ve been thinking about this sweet cunt of yours for too long tonight to torment either of us for long.”

  “Good.” I step out of my heels and reach behind me to unclasp my bra.

  Turning, I face my husband and drop my gaze to the bulge in his pants. I walk backwards until my legs touch the bed. Slowly, I push my panties down over my hips until they drop to the floor. I sit on the edge of the bed, and with a playful smile, crook my finger, beckoning Aidan to me.

  He strides forward, removing his own clothes on his way. I scoot back in the bed, making room for him. He quickly shoves his pants down to his ankles and then with a growl, he pounces. My giggles quickly turn to moans as his lips crash down on mine. Over the past year, he’s explored every inch of my body and found all the places on it that drive me wild. Some even I hadn’t discovered before.

  Never selfish with his pleasure, Aidan takes care of me first. He caresses the one spot between my ribs that should be ticklish, but, instead, has wetness spilling from me and a chill dancing down my spine. Then he moves to the spot along my hip all while deepening the kiss. My fingers clench, gripping his hair and tugging it. Something I discovered makes him even harder.

  Passion flares higher between us as he rocks his pelvis against mine, rubbing across my already swollen clit and making my body tremble and burn.

  “I think it’s time for both our rewards, don’t you?” I murmur against Aidan’s lips.

  “You first.” He lines up his cock and thrusts deep inside.

  I’m already so close, I almost orgasm. Sensing I’m on the edge, he reaches between us and fingers my clit as he rocks his hips and pounds into me. The fuse has been lit and like dynamite, I detonate. The explosive release hits me so hard it takes my breath away. I clutch at Aidan’s shoulders, needing a lifeline to keep me from splintering apart.

  Another release hits and then warmth spreads through me as he groans out his own release. He collapses on top of me, our bodies sweat-dampened. I love the weight of him and open my legs wider for him to settle deeper. My fingers trace the muscles of his upper back, dancing along the ridges and into the furrows.

  “I enjoyed my reward very much.” I roll my hips and clench down on his cock to show him how much.

  He groans against the crook of my neck and lifts his head. “You’re an evil woman Sorcha Donnelly. I’ve barely caught my breath and already I’m aching to fuck you again.”

  “What’s stopping you?” I lift up and nip his bottom lip.

  Despite coming, Aidan’s still hard inside me. I guess he really has been thinking about this all night.

  “I do deserve another reward, don’t I?” he asks as he thrusts shallowly.

  “We both do.”

  “I better give my wife what she asks for, huh?”

  I nod and then my eyes snap shut and my breath catches. “Oh yes.”

  For the rest of the night Aidan and I celebrate the gallery’s success and our life together. Never would I have imagined our friendship would turn into our greatest love. We have our children, but most importantly, we have each other.

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