“And my wife will take a chocolate,” he says, and I smile.

Epilogue

Mallory

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20 years later...

The smell of rum and sunshine rolls around me, and I smile. I’m lying on my stomach with a cool breeze across my skin, and I feel his lips at the base of my spine.

I feel something ice-cold trail a little lower, and I realize it’s Oz’s tongue.

One of his big hands comes up and palms my ass cheek, squeezing it, and I let out a laugh.

“You’re acting like this is our honeymoon,” I say, rolling over and feeling Oz move over me.

I reach up, running my fingers through dark waves scattered with gray. He’s smiling, and the crinkles around his eyes show all the years of it. He’s ruggedly handsome at almost fifty and can still melt the panties off me. He’s shirtless, letting the tropical sun turn his olive skin a deep brown. His swim trunks are wet but feel good against my hot body.

“Every time is like the first time, baby,” he says, leaning down and burying his face in my cleavage.

We decided to take a trip to Hawaii, celebrating our anniversary and my retirement. We rented a house with a private beach, and Oz has been taking advantage of it in every way possible.

“I’m starting to think you like having sex outside.”

I laugh as his mouth moves lower, pushing up the tankini top of my bathing suit and kissing my belly. I’m not as trim as I once was, and this is as close as I can get to a two-piece bathing suit, but Oz can’t ever seem to keep his mouth off me.

“I’m thinking I like making love to my wife in the sunshine.”

Our house is secluded, with security on a perimeter far away from sight. The lava rocks surrounding the beach make a cave for us, and it seems like we’re on a private island.

I feel his mouth on my breast, and then his cool tongue. He’s been making us strawberry daiquiris all day, and I’m feeling a little buzz running through my veins. And not because of his teasing tongue.

I run my fingers through his hair, gripping the locks and holding him to me. His mouth moves lower, and my legs instinctively fall open for him. He manages to wiggle down the large sun bed we’re lying on, getting between my thighs.

This is exactly what I’ve been wanting since I decided to give up working. I ran the philanthropic division of Osbourne Corp for nearly twenty years, and it was time to let it go. Our son, Henry, had shown an interest in stepping in, and Oz finally convinced me he was ready. I said that if I wasn’t working, he needed to keep me occupied, and he jumped at that chance all too quickly.

Oz’s fingers slip inside my bathing suit bottoms, and soon those are pulled from my body.

“If you’d quit putting these damn things on, I wouldn’t have to keep removing them,” he says, nipping the inside of my thigh.

“Don’t act like unwrapping your present isn’t half the fun.” I smirk, but then I moan as his mouth finds my center.

Out here in the sunshine with the rum making me tingly, I have zero inhibitions, and I let him have his way with me. The cool sheet of the sun bed under me and the warmth of his body between my legs has my orgasm flowing through me faster than I saw coming.

A burst of pleasure runs up and down my arms and legs, and I cry out Oz’s name.

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of hearing you scream my name,” Oz says next to my ear, and I smile. He must have crawled back up my body while I was recovering.

He unties his board shorts and frees his thick cock. In one swift motion, he’s fully seated inside me and I’m too spent to move. My legs lie open, and my arms are spread above my head as he thrusts in and out of me.

His lips find mine, and the flavor of my desire passes to me. He bites my bottom lip, and all I can do in response is moan. I’m boneless, yet somehow, I’m building to another orgasm.

Oz’s hands pin down my wrists, but the move is unnecessary. There’s no way I’m moving, and no way I’m fighting against him. His powerful body thrusting on top of mine is the only thing I need to keep me in place.

“Oz,” I moan, and he leans down, taking one of my hard nipples in his mouth. The little bite of pain is exactly what I need to send me over the edge, and he knows it.

Tensing up, I try to arch my back, but his hips keep me in place. I pull against the tight hold of his hands, but the grip is solid. My body fights against the new pleasure, but as always, Oz wins. I give over to his demands, and I skyrocket into a million fragments of sparkling light that I see around us when I open my eyes.

“So beautiful,” I hear him say as he thrusts a final time and finds his ending inside my body.

He rolls us over so that I’m on top of him, my head cradled against his chest. His warm amber and honey scent embraces me as I breathe him in. It’s the scent of home and safety, and also of love. His strong arms stroke my back as we listen to the waves crash.

I don’t know how long we lie there, with the warm breeze blanketing us and the rhythm of his heartbeat soothing me. But after some time, Oz rolls me over and begins to love my body all over again.

“The first time I saw you, I thought I’d woken up in the land of Oz,” he says, trailing kisses down my wrist. “It was like seeing color for the first time.”

“I always liked picturing you as the wizard who saved me.” I smile up at him, pressing my palm to his stubble.

“Oh no, Mallory. Don’t you remember? She’s the one who saved the wizard.” He pauses, smiling back at me so big I can see his dimples.