Page 69 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

And Clementine laughed even harder, unzipping my frog hood and putting her hands on my face.

She leaned forward and kissed me.

“Now get the fuck out of this costume and come put a baby in me. I didn’t take my pill this morning.”

I grinned, stumbling to my feet so I could swing her into my arms.

“You better help me out of this frogskin, sweetheart, because I need to be inside you right now and I don’t want to rip your lovely embroidery.”

With a giggle, she obeyed me, and she giggled again as I carefully picked up the costume and hung it over a chair. Then I picked up my fiancée and pushed her against the wall, my hands flipping up her skirt, my mouth on hers.

Oh, fuck, it was the sweetest triumph ever to feel her soft arms go around my neck and know she was mine, and I was hers, and we belonged to each other.

I hooked her left leg over my arm and yanked her panties aside, too impatient to wait for anything.

“I love you,” she whispered in my ear. “I love you so much, Grayson.”

“Oh I love you,” I groaned, my hand tight in her hair as I sunk my cock inside her. “Let’s make a baby.”

Epilogue

Clementine

We’re at another play again, but this time it’s summer and this time it’s a production of Julius Caesar at Shakespeare in the Park.

I spread the blanket as Dennis asks Grayson a million question.

“So, you swear to God this guy is really going to get stabbed?” he yelled excitedly.

“I do,” said Grayson, sitting down on the ground beside me as I began to root around in the huge picnic hamper for the cold sandwiches and potato salad. Bringing some of the St. John’s Military Prep boys out for an activity always meant enough food for a full infantry division.

“But,” Grayson added, “Baby Esther doesn’t know the ending, so don’t yell about the murder so loudly.”

“Oh, right,” Dennis said, grinning.

Grayson held 1-year-old Esther’s hands as she put her adorable chubby legs on the ground.

“Wow, she’s walking already?” Dennis said, pouting. “I missed it.”

“She’s just starting,” Grayson said. “See, you can help me walk her around.”

“Really?” Dennis cried excitedly, leaping to his feet.

Then he carefully and gently took one of Esther’s hands and Grayson took the other and they took our baby on a walk in the soft green grass, her bright blue eyes shining with happiness.

I watched them walk her around, my eyes lingering on how Grayson’s big form bent over almost double to make sure Esther didn’t have to stretch her arm at all.

My heart felt like it was bursting with joy.

Grayson glanced up, and his harsh face split into a smile.

He’s an amazing father.

A phenomenal costume designer’s assistant.

An excellent FBI agent, now working in national security.

And I was right all along. I do have the best husband ever.