Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
We come down, locked in each other’s arms, and lie there together for what feels like a long time. I gently stroke the back of his head with my fingers until something occurs to me.
“I have something to tell you, by the way.”
“Another surprise?” Gage asks.
I giggle, overflowing with endorphins. “I finished my book. The one about us.”
Gage props himself up on one arm and gazes into my eyes. Now this is somewhere I could stay forever. “I have something to tell you, by the way.”
“Ooh, a surprise?” I wink.
“You could say that,” he says, tickling me gently. “While I was hunting down corrupt FBI agents and eluding assassins so I could expose the bureau, I also managed to meet someone. Someone I think you’d like to meet too.”
“Oh?” I laugh. “Who’s that? A master thief? CIA spy?”
Gage chuckles and shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. Just someone in the publishing industry.”
Epilogue
Gage
Four Years Later…
* * *
This is it. This is the day. The day of my wife’s release party for her fourth novel, and I don’t think I could be prouder of her. I’m on my way there now, having just finished up with the babysitter at home. Billy didn’t want to go to bed, but he’s always been a little headstrong. He takes after both his parents in that way. I love my wife so much for giving him to me, and I’m so proud of her too. Which is why I can’t wait to be there for her tonight.
It’s such an incredible moment celebration for her. When she got the e-mail notifying her that her first book, Gage My Love for You, had been accepted for publication, she fell into my arms crying and laughing. Her dreams had come true. We made love, I made her dinner, and we lay in each other’s arms all night.
The book was such a tremendous success that the publisher asked for a sequel, which she wrote in record time. And then came another, and another, and Billie’s success and fame grew so quickly that she was able to go back to some of her older fantasy work. She released Jenny and the Dark World and accrued an entire new group of fans. She made the New York Times Bestsellers list, and tonight she’s launching her new book, Jenny and the Ice Queen, with a meet-the-author and a book signing event that makes me the proudest husband ever.
I pull into the lot and see it packed with cars. There’s a line out the door of teenage girls with their mothers, all of them on the phones taking selfies, bouncing up and down with excitement, peering through the window, trying to get a glimpse of my wife.
As I circle the lot, I see her seated at her table, flanked by stacks of her brand-new hardcover, smiling happily as she signs a copy for a very pleased looking girl with her mom. I could not be happier. All I want to do is park, rush in, and go sit by her side. But this is her day, not mine. So I park in one of the reserved slots and watch, filled with pride and love, as my wife fulfills the dream she worked so hard for.
I can’t believe how far we’ve come. I look at her now, and I see my lover, my wife, the mother of my wonderful son, but I also see a fiery vixen who I never grow tired of in bed. Nor will I ever. And I love the fact that she can look so sweet and professional right now as she smiles and signs away for her fans but can also come home to me and bend over and take my cock from behind, or spread her legs while I punish her clit with my tongue until she’s screaming my name.
I’m the only man on earth who knows that. And I love it.
And no other men will be coming after her again either. My boss was found guilty and will be spending the rest of his life in prison. The men I took out in the five months I was gone were enough to take down the rest of the organization. Any of the tiny little pissants who thought they were going to make their way up the ladder have been swept up by law enforcement and thrown into jail too.
She’s safe, and that’s all that matters.
I sit outside in the car, munching on honey roasted almonds until the last of my wife’s fans has had their book signed. Then with a dozen white roses in my hand (my wife’s favorite), I head into the store.
The staff helping to clean up see me before Billie does. The young female clerk puts her hand over her mouth and starts taking a video on her phone as I approach. My angel is busy packing up her purse and doesn’t see me until I’m close enough that I can smell her perfume.