Sugar and Spice by Kat Baxter

Epilogue

Sam

6 months later

I’m sitting in the corner of my sectional when the front door opens. I lean forward waiting for my love to appear.

She comes in wearing this red flowy dress with tiny hearts on it. It hits her knees and it’s flirty and sexy. She’s all smiles and my heart damn near explodes. Every day I swear I love her more.

“Hey, Cookie, how was your day?”

“It was good.” She holds up a big, flat envelope. “Look what I just got! Hot off the presses.”

I pat my legs. “Come here.”

She comes over to me and sits on my lap. Somehow she manages to tear open the envelope without ripping anything inside or giving herself a paper cut. She pulls out the glossy magazine.

“Damn, Cookie, you look gorgeous.”

She runs a finger over the image of her on the cover. “I do look pretty good.”

“Yeah, you do. You’re so sexy and look at how amazing your ass looks. I’m going to have to buy all the copies so no one else can look at what’s mine.”

She sets the magazine on the cushion next to us, then shifts her body so she’s straddling my lap. “Yours, huh?”

I grip her hips and pull her flush to my chest. “All mine.”

Her eyebrows go up. “Is that a football in your pants or are you just happy to see me.”

I lean back my head and laugh. “Do you know how much I love you, woman?”

“If it’s as much as I love you, then I think I might.” She rocks herself against my erection.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan. “Are you wet?”

“Now, I am.” She smiles at me.

I reach down to pull my dick out of my sweats. “Pull your panties to the side, then slide down my cock. I want you to ride me.”

She gets up on her knees and reaches under her dress. Then she’s lining me up and impaling herself on my dick.

“Isabel,” I moan her name. “You feel so damn perfect. So hot and tight and you’re dripping on my balls. Goddamn, I love you.”

I pull her to me and kiss her, our tongues duel as she rocks her body on me. I realize in that moment the question I’ve been waiting to ask her, waiting for that oh-so-perfect moment, needs to be asked right the fuck now. I grip her hips and pull back from our kiss.

“Wait,” I tell her, my words breathless.

Her brown eyes land on me. “What’s the matter?”

I shift under slightly, not enough to break our bodies connection and pull out the box I’ve been carrying in my pocket every day for months. I hold it out to her. “I don’t want to wait another minute without knowing you’ll be mine forever. Isabel, you are the absolute love of my life and I want to know if you’d be my wife?”

She folds her lips under, then bursts out laughing. The movement causing her pussy to squeeze my dick.

“What are you laughing at?”

“I’m laughing because we will never be able to tell anyone our proposal story. But yes, you crazy man, I will marry you.” She cups my cheeks and kisses me.

I manage to get the ring on her finger, then I grab her hips and press myself upward, fucking her from underneath.

“Oh yes, that feels good,” Isabel moans.

“I want you to come all over my cock, Cookie. I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing me.”

She rocks her body, rubbing her clit on the root of my shaft and then she explodes around me. Her pussy walls milk me and I come with her.

Afterwards, she collapses against my chest.

“Holy wow,” she murmurs.

I chuckle. “You’re right we won’t ever be able to tell anyone. I’m sorry if I didn’t make it romantic enough for you.”

She leans back and frowns. “It was perfect. It was you and me and that’s all I need.” She holds up her hand and looks at her ring. “And this big ass diamond. Damn, babe, I could take out an eye with this thing.”

“I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

“And you belong to me.”

“Always and forever.”