Page 24 of Anatomy Lessons

EPILOGUE

MAISY

Five years later…

I’m sitting behind the counter working on a crossword, watching the girl who came in about ten minutes ago. She looks lost and a little bit nervous, and having owned this store for more than a year now, I can tell she’s about to leave.

Normally, I let all my customers do their own thing. Shopping in an adult toy shop can be intimidating for some people, and they want their privacy. But this girl clearly wants some help, even if she’s not saying it openly. And when I look at her, I see myself five years ago. Young, innocent, naïve, and needing someone to show me the way.

So I get up from my stool and make my way slowly over to her. She’s just lifted one of our best-sellers from the wall and is looking at it like it’s an alien artifact.

“That’s one of our most popular items,” I say, keeping my voice low so as not to startle her. She looks over at me like she’s been caught stealing. I just walk right up to her and take another from the wall. “It’s small, discreet, has several different modes, and like everything we sell, it’s completely waterproof.”

“Oh, um, okay,” she replies. Poor girl. She’s blushing. “I’ve…never bought anything like this before.”

“That’s okay.” I smile. “This is a great place to start. It does everything you could want, and if you discover something else you want to explore in the future?” I wave my hand to all the wonderful toys hanging from our shelves. “Well, we’ve got plenty to choose from!”

The girl smiles and looks down at the toy in her hand. I politely excuse myself and go back to the front, but less than a minute later, she’s coming up to the register to cash out.

Of course it’s great to have my own business and to be making money, but interactions like this are what I truly love. Helping a young woman discover things she’s never been taught before or never approached. Because I remember what it was like when I was in her shoes and how desperately I needed someone to teach me.

Of course, I learned about my own body in a very different way…

Clark. No longer my professor—my husband and the father of my child. Our son, Marcus, is just over four years old and growing like a weed. He’s going to be big like his dad.

He came nine months after my first time with Clark, like it was meant to be. I took some time off school and did remote classes for a few months while I nursed, but I still managed to finish my degree. It was my idea to open the store, but Clark helped me get everything together. I may run the day-to-day operations, but it’s really a shared business between the two of us.

Clark kept his job at Greenhill after all the evidence came out against Karen. It turns out she had gotten pregnant by some random guy and then ran off with the child and tried to pretend it was Clark’s. Real crazy.

We had a DNA test done to confirm, and with all the text messages and screenshots managed to get a restraining order against her. Thankfully, it was all done under the radar, and Robert didn’t have to worry about a scandal.

Of course once I got pregnant and started showing, I took time off. Clark took leave for a year and worked as a tutor just to keep our relationship under wraps. Now that Marcus is older, he’s back to teaching again full-time, and things couldn’t be better.

I find the two of them together on the carpet in the living room when I get home, playing with Legos. Clark’s been on kid duty for the afternoon, and I just stand at the door watching them for a minute. It’s hard to believe what my life’s become. Every day I wake up and wonder how I got so lucky.

“Momma!” Marcus cries out when he sees me. He tosses aside a bunch of Legos and rushes over. I scoop him into my arms and smother him with kisses. It’s not time for him to be put down yet, but I can tell he needs a nap before dinner. It’s just one of those things moms know. I give a glance to Clark, who smiles and nods.

Together, we carry him up to the nursery while he protests, telling us how he’s not tired and he doesn’t need a nap. But as soon as we get him tucked in, he’s out like a light.

“He’s so beautiful,” I muse from the door. “Isn’t he?”

“We’re the luckiest parents on Earth,” Clark replies, pulling me to him. “Now why don’t we try that new toy out and see if we want to stock it at the store?”

My heart leaps as Clark lifts me into his arms and carries me down the hall to our bedroom. It’s become a tradition between us that if we’re debating on stocking a new toy, he tries it out on me first. Just to make sure it really does everything it says it does. And tonight, we’re trying out something really cool.

It’s a tiny clitoral suction vibrator that does just what it sounds like; it applies a suction pressure to your clit while also rocking around in a circle. As soon as Clark takes it from the drawer, my whole body starts to tingle.

I lie back on the bed, stripping out of my pants and letting my legs fall apart. No matter how hard I try to see Clark as just my husband, I’ll never be able to shake the wonderful fantasy of him as my professor, my teacher, the man who first introduced me to the wonders and pleasures of my body.

“Like what you see, Professor?” I ask, fluttering my eyelids as he strips out of his shirt, revealing that Adonis-like body to me. I know the girls in his classes all talk about how sexy he is, and I love it. It doesn’t make me jealous because he’s mine, and I am his.

Leaning close, Clark gently lets his lips rub against mine. I feel his bulge pressing against my pussy. “I want to watch your face while you come apart on my cock.”

My thighs tingle, and my cheeks fill with heat. I still blush at his dirty talk, and I love that. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never ‘get used’ to having sex with my husband. It will always be romantic and sensational. He still turns me on just like he used to. In fact, with all our roleplay and toys in the bedroom, our sex life has only gotten better.

Not to mention everything he’s taught me…

“Fill me up,” I moan, grinding my hips against him. “I’ll do anything for you. You know that.”