Page 65 of Park Avenue Princess

Epilogue

Lynne – three months later

“I am so damn hot,” I murmur.

“Can’t argue with that,” Guy says with a grin as he rakes his gaze over my body. “Have I told you hot pink is my favorite color on you?” He wiggles his brows. “You look amazing. And I love the way your skin glows.”

“It’s called sweat and it’s disgusting,” I chuckle. “I can’t wait to get back and shower.”

Guy brushes his body against mine, kissing my temple “Mmm, I like when you’re wet.”

I laugh. “I know you do,” I purr.

After arriving at our vacation rental near Kew Gardens in Toronto, we explored a bit of the city, had lunch, enjoyed the beach, and were now returning to the house for the evening. Since we hadn’t been able to get away during Memorial weekend as I had planned, we were taking advantage of a break now that the investigation was wrapping up and we were no longer required to remain in New York.

Over the course of the past three months, much had happened. Guy’s parents were in jail, each serving five years. That didn’t seem like such a harsh conviction, considering the millions they had embezzled. But after a rapid liquidation of Hamilton’s assets and selling off the multiple properties they owned, restitution had been achieved. The company was now under new management, given that Guy had been the beneficiary and sold it, not wanting any part of Hamilton Resources.

Vince Carmichael, Jimmy, and a dozen others were implicated in the embezzlement scheme, and a city-wide audit of government divisions would begin.

With the money Guy made, he could have easily never worked another day in his life, but that’s not the kind of man he is. He’d invested in real estate himself, purchasing the row of townhouses in Queens where he’d lived. Renovations were underway, and once completed, he’d planned to rent them out for well under what he should be asking. He said families shouldn’t have to worry about overpaying for decent living.

And let me tell you, those townhomes were going to be much more than just decent living. They would be just as luxurious as my home on upper Park Avenue.

Correction, the home I now shared with Guy, since he’d moved in. We had quickly settled into domesticity with surprising ease, and I loved it! My consulting and work with the city government was going very well. So well that I’d had to turn down a few requested projects because I’d become too busy. Not a bad problem to have, but I was definitely ready for this break.

Guy had made even more improvements with budget and projects in his division, expanding the STEAM program. He had organized a celebratory barbeque for the participating students in the High School Summer Internship Program and it had been so much fun. All thirty students—twenty of them being young ladies—had done extraordinary work, and five were graduating seniors who would be entering college next month.

My father was sentenced to only eighteen months in jail, considering his plan to repay funds went a long way toward his leniency. Mom made the biggest changes by selling their impractical home and moving into a smaller condo. She also volunteered at a women’s shelter as well as a youth center, and I’d never seen her happier. Our relationship had made a dramatic turn and I loved spending time with her. She and Elodie had joined me and Addy for our girl’s day when we indulged in shopping, lunch, and those massages.

The emotional trauma at coming to terms with the actions of his parents had hit Guy harder than he’d expected. Especially regarding his mother. He hadn’t balked at talking about it with not only me, but a counselor Hollis had suggested. He said he wasn’t too proud or stubborn to admit he’d needed help working through the ordeal, and I loved him even more for that. It had made a tremendous impact and he was in a much better place in life. And I was the lucky one to be included in his life.

When we reach the rental, we kick off our shoes on the porch, drop our bags by the door, and go straight for the shower. Since the bathroom is small and quaint, we bathe separately then meet on the cool sheets of the queen size bed.

“Hi,” I say, smiling at Guy as I sprawl across him.

“Hi,” he returns. I could stare at his handsome smile forever, but he wastes no time in pulling me down for a luxurious kiss before his hands begin exploring my backside. I’m instantly hot for him and slick between my legs. Wiggling my body produces the desired effect as I feel his erection against my thigh. Just as I think to straddle him, he rolls, nearly taking us over the side and causing me to laugh.

“This bed is too small,” he grumbles. His muscles strain to stay balanced above me, anddamndo I get giddy every time I view his perfect body, knowing he’s mine.

I continue to laugh. “It’s fine.” I playfully smack his ass before I start to shimmy beneath him, moving us back toward the middle. “Now get to lovin’ me,” I tease.

“Yes, ma’am.” He grins and slides inside me with one sure stroke, making me cry out. “Lynne,” he moans. “You feel so damn good.”

“So do you,God, so do you,” I manage with a rasp.

“I love being inside you, no barriers.”

“Yes,” I moan.

I’d decided to start on birth control until we were ready to talk about our future and whether it would include children. And oh how I also loved the feel of Guy inside me.

He starts with a leisurely pace but quickly picks up speed. I want it both fast and slow. I’m eager to lose control and explode around him but I also want to linger in the bliss he always brings about.

God, I’ve become such a sap for this man and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you, Guy.” My breath is ragged as I struggle to keep my eyes open and focused on him.

He doesn’t falter in his movements, hitting my sensitive clit and edging me closer to my release. “I love you, Lynne. So fucking much.” His intense gaze makes my heart swell.

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