Mr. Naughty And Mrs. Nice

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Jemma

Fifteen Years Later…

T he kids are so excited to get out of the city.

So am I.

Business has been amazing, but I could use a break. I don’t want to think about my clothing line for the next two weeks. All I want is a steady supply of Michael Bublé shot into my ears, adorable Christmas movies shot into my eyeballs, delicious baked goods shot into my mouth, and Quinn’s hard cock shot into my pussy.

I can’t wait.

“Is Dad coming?” our youngest, Caleb, asks from the backseat.

“Of course, he’s coming,” our oldest, Veronica, snaps. “It’s Christmas, stupid.”

“Don’t call your brother stupid,” I say as I turn onto a busy street. I hated driving in Manhattan for years, especially with a car full of kids, but I’m starting to get the hang of it now. “We’re picking Dad up at the office. I swear, I’ve told you that four times already. Do you even listen when I talk?”

He doesn’t answer. Of course, he doesn’t. He’s not listening.

I pull into the underground parking lot and take a breath of relief when I’m parked in the spot Quinn reserved for us.

Quinn started a tradition where his employees can bring their spouses and children into the office for the afternoon on the last day of work before the holidays. There’s a Christmas tree and catering and everyone gets presents. It’s so sweet how he’s so into Christmas now. I knew I would turn my hot, rich, New York finance guy around eventually.

“Alright, let’s go,” I say as I yank the tablet out of Caleb’s hands. “We’re here.”

“Where are we?” he asks, looking around totally confused.

Veronica throws her hands into the air, more frustrated than I am. “You gotta be kidding me!”

I usher them to the elevators with a fluttery feeling in my chest. I still get excited whenever I’m about to see my man. After all these years, he still has that effect on me.

So much has happened in the past decade and a half. It’s been a lot, but it’s been wonderful. I couldn’t be doing it with a better man. We got married, pumped out four children—two regulars and a set of twins, I started my clothing line, Quinn grew his second company insanely large, and we bought a second house in Vermont near Quinn’s parents. It’s actually our third house. We also have one in Hawaii where we vacation with Willow, Chris, and their kids every spring. She always tries to teach us how to surf, but Quinn and Veronica are the only two who have a knack for it. The rest of us seem to be in a close competition for the most epic fall. Last year, I won when a monster wave catapulted me forehead-first into the sand.

We’re heading to our Vermont home for the Christmas holidays as soon as this is done. Linda is so excited to see her grandkids. She spoils them rotten.

Willow and Chris live on the same street, so it should be a lot of fun like always. The kids love playing with their cousins, and I adore Willow and Chris. I’m really looking forward to it. Not to mention the nights with Quinn…

“Look at, Daddy!” Evy says with a big smile on her face when we’re walking down the hall. He’s in the office surrounded by kids.

I stop and smile at my amazing man. He’s dressed as a sexy Santa, as if a hot, fit young Santa was dressed up for a night on the town. He looks good .

His assistant Cassie and her husband are both dressed up as elves by his side, handing out gifts as well.

The kids run ahead, and I follow them slowly, keeping my eyes on the hot boss. I’m going to make him bring that red suit to Vermont. I want to role-play as Mrs. Clause once everyone is asleep. I’ll be his ho ho ho.

His face lights up when he sees me. I love seeing that. It makes me feel like the most special girl in the whole world.

“Jemma Taylor,” he calls out in his Santa voice when he spots me. He waves me over with his white glove. “Come sit on Santa’s lap.”

“Awwww,” the kids whine as I butt in line.

I feel bad for them, almost. Santa is mine after all. I get first dibs.

“Do you have a present for me, Santa?” I ask in a flirty voice.

He holds me on his lap, grinning at me under that fake beard. “I do, but you’ll get it later tonight,” he whispers. My whole body gets all shivery. “I can’t wait to unwrap it.”

“Keep it clean, Santa,” Cassie grumbles beside him.

“You’re a naughty Santa,” I whisper as I kiss his bearded cheek. “My favorite kind of Santa.”

I hop off and let the kids have a turn, but I keep my heated eyes on him the entire time.

I’m so in love with this man. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

I don’t even want to think where I’d be if he hadn’t burst into my life like a Christmas miracle.

Luckily, I don’t have to know.

I just get to enjoy the time we have, in Vermont, over Christmas, with my wonderful family, and my very naughty Santa.