Page 43 of The German's Guilty Pleasure
I fell to my knees in front of him, tears streaming down my face. “Yes,” I choked out.
He slid the ring onto my finger and pulled me into a tight hug, his lips near my ear, and his breath warm on my skin. “I love you so much. I have never been more thankful for your forgiving heart.” He grasped my face and kissed me like a man who understood he had been given a second chance and was not going to waste it. When the kiss ended, he stared into my eyes, tears in his. “What was your exciting news? You said you were going to tell me something when you came to my office.”
I smiled and took his hand, holding it to my belly. The diamond caught the sunlight from the window and threw a rainbow against the wall. It felt like this union had already been blessed at that moment. “I wanted to tell you that you’re going to be a daddy. Our love has already been consecrated in the most divine way possible. I love you, Lars.”
His breath caught, and the tears fell from his eyes. “A child, already?” His eyes searched mine and I had never seen the blue in his as vibrant as it was at that moment.
“I hope you’re as happy as I am.”
“I do not know if happy is the word,” he whispered, and I swallowed nervously, afraid he wasn’t ready to be a father. “Euphoric might begin to describe it. I love you, my sweetblauer vogel.” He bent and feathered a kiss across my belly and it was then that our hearts beat as one.
Epilogue
Serenity
“Rise and shine, sweetheart,” his voice was low in my ear, and his breath hot on my cheek.
“I’m awake and listening for a tiny voice, but all is quiet.”
“Maybe we should take advantage of the peace then,” he growled, his hands already roaming my bare chest. “I love it when you sleep in the nude.”
His tongue and lips worked their way down my neck to my chest, where he captured a nipple in his mouth and teased me mercilessly with pleasure. “God, Lars,” I moaned into the quiet room. “You know you’re torturing me right now.”
He laughed, and it rumbled through my whole being. “You would do the same to me if given half a chance.”
Okay, so he was right. In fact, I had multiple times over the last eighteen months. Even when I had to take a break after our baby was born, I had learned how to torture him equally as well with The Diamondback. That aid had gone on to win the new outstanding innovation award of the year in Vegas a few months ago. It was backordered now and would be for months. Good thing we had the very first one tucked away for prosperity.
He kissed his way lower to my curls and dipped his tongue in to taste me. “Sweet as ever,” he announced, his hands pushing my legs apart so he could take a longer, deeper drink. My hips bucked, and he lowered them to the bed with his hands while his tongue kept up its practiced striptease. “Are you going to come with me?” he asked, sliding a finger inside me without missing a beat with his tongue.
I moaned at the sensation filling me. “I would go anywhere with you, Lars.”
He kissed his way back to my lips and let me taste myself on his tongue. “Come with me to the moon then, baby,” he hissed while he buried himself inside me. “I will never get enough of how warm and sweet you are wrapped around me,” he hissed into my ear.
I tightened my legs around his waist to draw him closer. “That’s because I was created for you and you alone,” I promised, lifting my pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust until we were both moaning each other’s name into the darkness of the room. He pumped his hips against mine and then stilled, his own orgasm reaching its peak when mine started. His moans were drawn out by the waves of pleasure that buried his seed deep within me.
Sated, all my limbs went slack, and I dropped them to the bed. “I love you, Mr. Jäger, forever,” I whispered.
He settled me back under the covers and wrapped a protective arm around me. “I love you, my littleblauer vogel. Sleep now.”
I drifted off with a smile on my face. Lars still used that nickname for me, even though we had a littlerblauer vogelin the house now.
I woke to the sunshine streaming in the window and a quiet penthouse. I glanced over at the clock and was surprised to see it was already ten a.m. I jumped out of bed and jogged to the nursery, but the crib was empty. There was a note in it with Lars’ handwriting. “The babe and I have plans. Text me when you are up.”
I laid the note on our bed on my way by and jumped in the shower first. Call me crazy, but when dad has the baby, you always take advantage of it. Once I was out and dried off, I was obedient and texted him. Immediately, a bubble popped up, and a text came through.
Open the closet, you will find a new dress. Put it on and prepare for the best day of your life.
Curious and still naked, I did as he said and found a beautiful white sundress hanging in the closet with new earrings and necklace attached to the hanger. I dressed, adding the accessories and a touch of makeup. I pulled my hair back the way he liked it and clipped it with simple barrettes, then slipped my favorite pair of sandals on my feet. It was warm outside, and I had to be comfortable, especially pushing a stroller.
I texted him then.I’m ready. Are you coming back soon?
Your escort is on his way.
My escort? I shook my head and walked through the living room, picking up toys and blankets as I went. Gretchen was here visiting and when she was in town, she rarely left the penthouse, even though she had her own place now. We turned my old apartment into guest quarters for her, but she was only there to sleep. The rest of the time, she was too busy playing with her first grandbaby.
When she arrived last month for the debut of our new LGBTQ collection, she wasn’t alone. She brought with her the woman she had longed for all these years. Inspired by the men and women she met here during our work on the new collection, she took a bold step and came out fully to her company. She decided her German counterparts deserved to have access to such a beautiful selection of products. The only way to do that was to stop being afraid. Seeing someone come into their own at sixty was an experience I was so happy to be part of. We had spent the last month getting to know Lina, introducing her to the Miami nightlife, and letting them explore who they could be together after all of these years.
There was a rap on the door and I pulled it open, expecting Lars. I was surprised by the face in front of me. “Maynard? What are you doing here?” I asked, hugging him instantly.
