Page 38 of Yes! Professor Hendrix
Her lips parted. “And I don’t know why, but I love the way you came for us. You are a crazy-ass nigga, Professor Hendrix.”
“Aight, ma. And you love this crazy-ass nigga.”
“Damn right I fucking love you, baby.”
“I fucking love you too, Lena Hendrix,” I said, leaning in to kiss her lips. “Now, if your nosy ass is done with your damn questions, can I go ahead and fuck my pussy?”
“Not in this school, you nasty motherfucker!” she scowled.
And I smirked, stepping out of St. Gabrielle Academy, ready to embrace my fuckin’ happiness with my family.
Epilogue
Nolan Hendrix
I heard water pouring into the bathroom as I turned the pages of the book I was reading on Kindle. I’m not a big reader, but ever since my baby releasedZaysh the Crown Prince—her latest book—I had to read it and memorize every word, every damn scene.
Yeah, I’m a supportive husband, and I’ll always do everything I can so she can shine. But I also knew that wasn’t really why I needed to read what Lena had written. I synced my Kindle to hers so I could peep the books she loved and study the fuck outta them.
Six months with her and our daughter Marisa had been the best of my life. Having them with me made me feel whole in ways I didn’t even know I was broken. I was falling deeper for Lena every damn day. She was the missing piece I didn’t know Ineeded. And Marisa was turning into the smartest, funniest little girl I’d ever known. Watching her grow was a fucking gift.
Her and Aja were tight as hell—inseparable now. We couldn’t even imagine splitting them up. Aja lived with us and was in the same private school as Marisa. We picked one with an advanced program, best teachers, all that. And Coco was still helping with the girls whenever we needed the backup.
Silas was still running his security agency, still taking on high-risk ops. Lately, I heard he was planning a collab with some heavy gang in Detroit called theStreet Pharaohs. Typical Silas shit. Deep in some dangerous world, acting chill like it’s Sunday brunch. And last time I pulled up on him, that nigga was deep inside hismamacita—Lex’s ex-wife. Looks like that little revenge stunt we pulled turned into a regular affair.
As for Lex and Mrs. Porter, their cases were officially closed. Porter got hit with sexual harassment charges and had to pay damages. Lex caught a felony charge for child endangerment and physical abuse toward Marisa. Good thing he got what the fuck he deserved otherwise I would’ve finished him myself for touching my baby.
Since I stepped down from teaching at St. Gabrielle Academy, I’d been all about building something new. I didn’t wanna go back to the university—not now, and maybe not ever. Meeting Lena that day at that open-door event flipped everything in my career. And I fucking love being passionate about something, about her and her projects.
I already started laying the groundwork for our publishing company. I’m building this company around my wife’s vision, brick by brick, just the way she imagined it. I’d work for her. Build every room for her dreams. Put her name where it belongs—in lights.
The water stopped. Bathroom door creaked open. And there she was—my wife, my beautiful, naked Lena, stepping into theroom like a fucking goddess. She sat on the edge of the bed, skin still glistening, bottle of lotion in hand. Her belly round and full with our son.
I stood, walked over, and placed my palms on her belly, warm and firm beneath my fingers. Five months pregnant, and glowing like the damn sun. I hadn’t waited a minute after the wedding to put a baby in her. Every time I’d been inside her, I whispered my demand. “Give me a kid.” And we had been blessed with NJ.
“Let me do it for you,” I murmured, taking the lotion from her hands.
“Thank you, baby.”
I poured some into my palms and started working it into her skin—slow, deep strokes, loving every curve. I lingered on her belly, kissing it softly, speaking to our son, made with all the love and all the fucking heat between us. Then I moved up to her breasts, now heavy and sensitive.
“Hum…” she moaned, head tilting back.
“You like that?” I asked, voice low.
“If you keep doing that, I’ma get a nipple orgasm again,” she whispered, already breathless.
“Let me suck them. Then I’ll take care of that pussy,” I growled, mouth brushing her skin. “Let me put you to sleep.”
She smiled. God, that smile. I’d give the whole world for it.
“You miss no opportunity to fuck, Nolan. Don’t be using my pregnancy hormones to get some pussy.”
I laughed and kissed her. Then tucked her in bed like the queen she was.
I grabbed my Kindle again because I still hadn’t finished that nasty prince who was fucking the princess everywhere.
“What you reading?” she asked, watching me from the pillow.
