Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

Epilogue

2 years later

“ K itten!” Adrian yells.

I roll my eyes, finish texting Beth wishing her luck in grad school, then lean back in my chair. “What, Professor?”

Adrian walks into our shared office at his house. He grabs the back of my hair, pulls me back, and kisses me. It’s the way he greets me every day since he proposed, every day since I said yes.

I moan against his mouth and try to get up so I can jump into his arms. I want him, need him, crave him constantly. I hate that he started working at the university in person again. Granted, they offered him more money and he missed being in the classroom, but it makes events at the university awkward.

Do I care? Not anymore. I have everything I ever wanted, and no one is going to make me feel bad about it.

He draws back and looks me over. I’m only wearing his button-up, and I didn’t bother to do a single button.

He groans as he drinks me in. “Remind me why I’m not a house husband?”

“My book is doing well, but not that well.” I laugh.

“It’s my favorite book,” he argues, dropping to his knees and pulling my legs toward him. “Dirty, kinky, compelling as hell. I find new things in it every time I read it.”

“Your mom asked if it’s about you,” I say. I believe every writer puts a part of their soul into their work. So yes, there were bits based on my life, based on Adrian, but it wasn’t our story. That one is just for us two.

He pauses, then laughs. “I don’t want to think about my mom reading those kinds of books.”

I giggle as he kisses the inside of my thigh. “You were so eager last night after our celebration dinner, you didn’t let me have dessert.”

“Oh? Because I was suddenly in charge, Sir?” I sass openly. “It was my choice for you to take me to bed, put handcuffs on me, lock my feet in a spreader bar, then fuck my pussy and ass until we were both exhausted?”

He bites the inside of my thigh, hard enough that I gasp. “Adrian!”

He trails his lips over the fresh bite. “I needed to top your kinky book boyfriend.”

“My book boyfriend doesn’t have anything on my fiancé,” I promise.

Adrian grins. “And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”

He buries his face between my legs, toying with me until I’m right on the edge. My whole body is aching to come. He’s so good with his tongue, surprises me with new patterns and skills constantly, but his old combo is the best. Sucking my clit while flicking the tip of his tongue over my sensitive bud at the same time never fails to make me come.

Adrian doesn’t stop, though. He keeps teasing me, then thrusts his finger inside me and adds another in my ass until I’m seeing stars and my voice breaks. Adrian moans as my toes curl and I rub myself against his face.

He stands up, folding me nearly in half as he grabs my wrists and holds them against the back of his chair. He kisses me while undoing his slacks. When he draws back, he licks his lips and glides inside me. “Ready for wedding planning?”

“Later. I want to focus on you,” I pant.

“I was thinking we have orchids,” he says anyway, his hips moving torturously slow as he holds me in place. “Orchids wrapped in pages of books we like or something like that.”

“How about handcuffs instead of rings so everyone knows how kinky we are?” I sass.

Adrian groans. His eyes flash with hunger and he moves quickly, sliding out of me and lifting me up to bend me over the desk. Papers scatter on the hardwood floors as his hand comes down on my ass. “You say that like I don’t love it, Kitten.”

“I’ll wear cat ears too,” I groan, and his hand comes again, spanking my ass sore as he pushes his dick inside me again. My pussy clenches with every spank until I’m crying ‘yes, Professor’ to whatever he says. His words don’t matter when he’s rubbing my clit and fucking me this hard, this deep, this perfectly.

He jerks my hips back as I come and fills me up, panting in my ear. He sighs. “And you were worried I’d get tired of you.”

“Silly me,” I mumble, exhausted.

“Did I interrupt the sequel?” he asks, finally noticing I’ve been writing.

I shake my head. “You never do. It’s always more inspiration.”

Adrian kisses my neck and whispers against my heated skin. “Let’s shower.” He spanks me lightly again as I squirm against him.

Life with Adrian has been amazing. It hasn’t been effortless, though. My mom found out that Adrian had been my professor—despite Sarah keeping her word and not telling her. Mom threatened to tell the university, she threatened plenty, and I threatened to go full no-communication with her.

The cold war stand-off lasted until a week before I graduated. She asked why she wasn’t invited and I ignored her until she showed up on campus with Sarah. She apologized, promised she wouldn’t tell the university, but was tired of all the lies.

Lies I only told because she has never been there for me.

It was rocky, and Adrian was pissy with her on my behalf.

Meeting his parents was surprisingly good, but they accepted me openly, willingly, laughing at my terrible jokes. Of course, his brother was a dick about things, but I’ve learned that Alex just doesn’t know how to change his voice to be sarcastic.

It’s weird to think that in another six months, Alex will be my brother-in-law, and Adrian and I will be married.

I watch Adrian as he scrubs shampoo into his hair, and I move closer, stroking over his chest. I barely notice my ring anymore. It’s modest, but perfect. I’m more focused on his most recent tattoo. An origami bird—not a bunny—right on his chest. I kiss it softly, and he makes a soft sound.

“Is it still your favorite?” he asks.

“I think I might need a matching one after we exchange vows,” I say.

Adrian kisses me softly, slowly, but each time I answer his tongue with a flick of mine, he gets more intense until he tugs on my necklace, making my head light and airy. I hum and lean back.

“You should get me a real collar and leash,” I hum.

He nips my bottom lip. “This necklace, my belt, my hand, those work perfectly.”

I moan and spread my legs. “We’re going to have one hell of a honeymoon. Nothing will be off limits.”

“I know. We have to try every sex scene from whatever books I buy. They’ll be the dirtiest, smuttiest books. You’ll have so much inspiration, you won’t know what to do with it, my lovely author,” he promises.

He lifts me up, then jerks me down on his dick. I moan and my head falls back. “I love you.”

“I love you so much,” he snarls.

“I love you more,” I argue.

“Not possible, Kitten.” He slams into me again.

I gasp and dig my nails into him. “Prove it.”

He kisses me, bites my bottom lip, tugging it, then kissing me harder, deeper, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth and… Fuck, he only gets better with time. He devours every bit of restraint and sass, then fucks me until I can’t think about a single thing. I bite his neck, claw his back, try to match every thrust until we come apart.

My legs are jelly. I tremble, pant, and cling to Adrian for balance. He cups my face between his hands. “I’ll spend the rest of my life proving how much I love you, over and over again.”

“By fucking me constantly?” I breathe. “I could really get used to that.”

“Oh, no. I have a whole list. I add new things to it every day. We have a whole lot to cover before I’ll be close to done with you, before I’ll let you love me more,” he promises, kissing me again.

“You were just supposed to be a one-night stand, you know?”

Adrian sighs. We’ve had at least two fights over my commitment issues.

I pull him back to me before he can disengage. “I’m so glad you didn’t accept that. I’m so glad that you were my professor, that you went to that wedding with me, that you never let me get away.”

Adrian strokes my cheek and kisses me again. “You’re never getting away again, Kitten.”