Page 248 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
She pressed her hand to her heart as he removed a ring—a beautiful, glinting aquamarine stone with a diamond on each side. Three stones, three lives, three pasts, three presents, and three futures, bound together.
“Yes,” she answered, the luckiest vibrator-wielding gal on the planet, as Raz slid the ring onto her finger.
The crowd cheered, clapping and whooping. Raz came to his feet and gathered her into his arms.
“Is this the kissing part?” Sebastian asked.
“Yep, get ready for a lot of that,” Phoebe called from Rowen’s shoulders.
“Let’s get to it,” Raz said, his gaze welling with adoration. He cupped her face in his hand and tenderly lifted her chin. Their lips met, and in that kiss, they sealed a promise that didn’t need to be spoken. A promise that lived in their hearts. A promise that bound their souls. A promise to always fight for each other.
“Wham, bam, thank you, Libby Lamb,” he whispered, and the once infuriating words now brought a smile to her face. “I hear you’re about to become a posh brand name. What’s next for the soon-to-be Mrs. Cress?”
Her beefcake would get a kick out of her news.
She batted her eyelashes at the man. “About that wham, bam, Libby Lamb business…”
Epilogue
Erasmus
Libby arched her back,gripping fistfuls of the comforter. “That setting is really good, Raz! Just like that. Just. Like. That. Don’t stop!”
He drank in his fiancée, writhing on the bed. With her naked body spread before him, he was most definitely the luckiest bloke on the planet. His fiancée was the trifecta of female empowerment. An entrepreneur, a former nanny, turned soon-to-be stepmum, and the sexiest yoga instructor to execute a ball-busting donkey kick. Libby Lamb might be all about love and light, but don’t get on her bad side. She was killing it, metaphorically, of course, and the future couldn’t be brighter for him and his raven-haired beauty.
She was in talks with major fitness platforms to roll out Pun-chi yoga in gyms, community centers, and online. She’d extended offers to Shandra and Ida, collaborating with the women to modify the moves to allow older adults and people with disabilities and chronic health conditions to participate in the new fitness craze. And thanks to their connection with Gale Tech, a fitness app was in the works.
But that wasn’t all they’d been up to for the last two weeks.
They added a dimension to the Cress Family Foundation that centered on crafting a Pun-chi yoga curriculum in conjunction with academic tutoring to offer to schools across the state. They were doing this side project as a team, and they already had several school districts interested in the pilot program.
The Lion and the Lamb balanced each other, sustained each other, and loved each other.
And that wasn’t all.
He enjoyed another perk of being engaged to the new face of female sexual empowerment.
And what perk was that?
Lead vibrator tester.
Yep, it was a tough job, but someone had to do it.
If he’d heard about this occupation when he was fourteen, he might never have started boxing. In fact, just imagining the work would have kept him locked in his bedroom back in East London, tearing through boxes of tissue, draining tubes of lotion at Mach speed, and freaking the hell out of his granny.
Lucky for bloody everyone, he’d only recently learned about the job, but he’d taken to it with the attention and vigor it deserved as only the reigning Boxing Heavyweight Champion of the World could.
Of course, he beat Silas Scott.
With Libby’s love, he’d gone into the ring focused, fresh, and on fire—not because he chose to fight out of guilt, doubt, or a misguided notion.
He was there because he finally understood what he was fighting for.
And so did Libby.
Knowing that she believed in him and trusted that he’d come out of that ring the same steady man he went in had given him the edge. Flying on the high of Libby’s love, he could have beaten Superman in three rounds or less.
Yep, the Snake barely made it to the third bell.
