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  “We haven’t met,” Dot said. “But I knew your grandmother. I worked for her at your freight company for a few years before she retired. We got on like kindling on fire, and she always spoke so highly of you.”

  “Thank you, ma’am,” Oliver said. “Do you know my parents?”

  As they talked, it dawned on me that my aunt had gotten me to gate crash Oliver’s party. She’d lied to get me there and never had any intention of showing up herself.

  I glared at her, but she just winked back at me. The woman was a menace. But when I looked back at my husband, I realized I couldn’t actually be angry with Dot. If she hadn’t bamboozled me, I might not be here tonight.

  We wandered through the rest of the guests, accepting well wishes, hugs and congratulations, until finally, we were able to make our escape.

  As we sat in the car, speeding through the countryside, I leaned against Oliver’s shoulder and sighed.

  “Happy?” he asked.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier,” I admitted. “I love you.”

  “And I love you, Mrs. Davis.” He kissed the top of my head.

  It had been a crazy six months, and who knew what the future held? But as long as Oliver was by my side, I was sure it would be wonderful.

  Epilogue

  ~ Oliver ~

  8 years later

  “I don’t need an appointment, Meredith,” I growled at my wife’s secretary. “Just tell her I’m here.”

  “Oh, Mr. Davis!” the young woman practically squeaked. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it was you. We’ve never met.”

  “Well, we have now. Can you let Chloe know I’m here please?” It was a struggle to be nice to her. And honestly, probably not worth it. Chloe couldn’t keep an assistant to save her life. Every two months, there was another girl sitting behind this desk.

  “Mrs. Davis will see you now,” Meredith said, jumping up to open the door for me.

  As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, my wife launched herself into my arms.

  “You’re late,” she complained before kissing me. “I texted you an hour ago.”

  “Sorry, my assistant hasn’t learned your ovulation cycle and keeps scheduling meetings on fertile days. If you’d just let me tell everyone, I’m sure they’d understand.”

  “No, I don’t want everyone in the building knowing my menstrual cycle, thank you very much.” She walked to the sofa on the other side of the office and sat down. “Now, get over here and put a baby in me, Oliver.”

  Since the twins were born seven years ago, we’d been trying for more kids, but so far, no luck. The doctors said everything was fine but the stress Chloe put on herself to conceive was probably hindering the attempts. But damn, we were having fun trying.

  I followed, climbing over her and kissing her again, running my hands up her thighs under her skirt. When I reached her pussy, there was no barrier.

  “No panties?” I raised an eyebrow. “Very naughty. Didn’t you have a meeting with the harbor master this morning?”

  Chloe had made quite a name for herself at Davis Shipping. Through her own hard work, she’d become an incredibly valuable asset to the company. She commanded respect, and the employees, customers and government people all took to her immediately—everyone but her assistants, anyway.

  “I took them off when I texted you,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t spend time down at the docks without underwear on. If I wasn’t ovulating today, I wouldn’t even have worn a skirt. But needs must, you know?”

  “I know,” I agreed. “Let’s get you knocked up.”

  I opened the fly of my pants and shifted to pull them down. Before I could lie back over her, though, she straddled my lap, sinking onto my shaft as she braced her hands on my shoulders.

  “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I told her, staring up into her eyes. “How do you still get me marble-hard in a second?”

  “Just lucky I guess,” she said.

  She rocked her hips forward and back, up and down, repeating the movements until we were both panting. Her pussy was like a vise around my cock, and when she came, her muscles spasming around me, it milked my cock in a rush that left me lightheaded.

  Chloe lifted herself off of me, kissing me gently before heading over to her desk. I pulled up my pants as I watched her shimmy back into her panties. Then she walked back to the sofa, sat on the floor and put her legs up on the arm of the couch.

  “Really?” I asked, smiling at my beautiful wife.

  “I’m not taking any chance. I know they say this doesn’t really work. But gravity is a law of nature. The more of your little swimmers I can keep in there, the better.” She blew out a sigh.

  “Are you okay, babe?” I sat next to her on the floor and put her head in my lap, smoothing my hand over her hair. “You know I don’t mind if we can’t have more kids. Felicity and Charlie are more than enough for me.”

  “Oh, it’s not that,” she said. “Well, it’s not just that. I’m going to have to fire Meredith.”

  “She’s been here for ten minutes,” I said. “What’s wrong with her?”

  “I don’t like the way she looked at you.”

  “You didn’t see the way she looked at me,” I argued.

  “It doesn’t matter. I know how she looked at you. I know how they all look at you.”

  “And how is that?” I asked, amusement clear in my tone.

  “They look at you the same way I look at you. And no one else gets to look at you like that.”

  “Why don’t you just hire Dot?” I asked her, the idea coming like a spark of genius.

  “Really?” She bit her lip as she looked up at me. “Isn’t that nepotism?”

  “It’s a secretarial job that barely pays above minimum wage,” I said. “I’m not telling you to make her CEO. I’m saying let her answer your phone and let me into your office.”

  “That’s a wonderful idea,” she said. “I think I’ll call her later. Can you get HR to find Meredith a different position?”

  “Of course,” I assured her. “Is everything else okay?”

  “Yes.” She rubbed her hand over her stomach. “I think this is it. I think I’m getting pregnant this time.”

  “Well, if you’re sure, I’ll bet you’re right.”

  “Of course, I’m right. I knew about you, didn’t I?”

  “That you did, my love. And I knew about you, too. And I think you’re right. We should start picking out names.”

  “What if it’s triplets?” she said excitedly.

  Every time she opened her mouth, I fell more in love with her. As I lay my hand over hers, something told me my wife really was right. Sometimes, when you love someone, you just know things. And as I cradled my wife on the floor of her office, I knew we’d welcome at least one baby into our family soon. And I couldn’t have been happier.

  About the Author

  Dakota Rebel is a bestselling author and a very slow distance runner who dreams of racing Badwater.

  She lives in a perpetual state of exhaustion with her happy husband and two incredibly spoiled children.

  Dakota loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.dakotarebel.net