Chapter 168 Epilogue

Chapter 168 Epilogue
ROBYN

The botanical garden transformed into an even more beautiful paradise with diverse plants for research and conservation, and I owed a huge thank you and donation to the curator for allowing me to book this event, which was a pleasure that she granted me one of the most memorable nights of my life.
The place was almost surreal, as if I walked into a fantasy movie. The lanterns hung low that casting warm light over the guests who buzzed with awe. 
I glided through the crowd, smiled, and accepted their compliments.
“Hi. Thanks for coming, Mr. Shanewood.” I stopped by a handsome hazel-eyed man that I’d seen his face recently all over the news. He was a ladies’ man until something happened to the woman he had hooked up with. “Your support means a lot.”
“It’s Mad, Mrs. Kolby. Congratulations.” He shook my hand and politely smiled— the smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I do what I can to help.” I hoped not for publicity, which he quite got recently. 
I stood at the small stage and adjusted the microphone stand to my height. 
After taking a deep breath, the soft music stopped. I started with a warm smile for everyone. “Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.”
The entire garden went silent. Murmuring stopped. The camera flashed. Our guests came from celebrities, politicians, wealthy people around the world, activists, elites, including my family and friends turned their attention to me.
“As a victim of crime and violence myself, I owe those victims who didn’t get the chance like I did. I stand here today as an oath to dedicate myself to helping victims out of their misery and a chance to live a better life that they deserve. This non-profit organization would not be possible without my father-in-law.” I instantly saw the pride in Lex’s eyes, standing next to his son, and my mom, who had learned to love Spade like her own.
I smiled. “Instead of spending his life in luxury, this wonderful, selfless man founded the Kross Foundation over two decades ago. And as a mom-to-be.” I watched my husband, Spade’s jaw drop, eyes wide, and then Lex pulled him into a hug while Mom hugged him after. 
It was intentional. I wanted to surprise him in front of everyone, that I was proud to be carrying his heir, our world. 
“I would do anything in my power to help those little kids who had been suffering from domestic abuse. They deserve to live their childhood without fear in a safer environment. So without further ado, please help me welcome the man of the hour, Lex Kross.”
Applause erupted. 
“And please scan the barcode to donate,” I added. 
The crowd chuckled.
I hadn’t stepped down, Spade was already there waiting for me with a full-blown smile on his face. 
“Baby, my world,” he said breathlessly as he lifted me up, spun me around, and hugged me tight. And then he put me down when Lex began his speech. He cupped my face and kissed me softly. “I love you so much.”
Lex beamed. “I have another reason to celebrate tonight. I’m gonna be a grandfather again.” 
Spade took a deep breath as he had teary eyes and glittered with pride and devotion. “You made me the happiest man in the world, baby. And I promise to take care of you and our baby. This is the best fucking surprise I’ve ever received. Thank you.” He kissed me again, a little longer this time.
It had been six months since we said our I love yous, and those months had changed everything. 
Despite our busy lives, my husband was running his multi-billion-dollar business empire for our future, as he said, and I worked my ass off to follow the footsteps of someone like Lex Kross, who was a better father to me than my own, because I wanted to make a difference in this world. There wasn’t a day that I missed being a good wife, learning to cook at home while starting my MBA program online.
Life— my life that I’d never thought I would have was not perfect, but better. I was happier, fulfilled, and well-loved by an incredibly selfless and amazing husband and the people around me. And I would be willing to take risks to have this life forever with the man I was over the top crazy and madly loved.

I found my husband in his office with a deep frown between his eyebrows, an elbow resting on the armchair, and two fingers pressed against his temple. He was reading something, probably a new business idea.
“Hey, baby.” He didn’t even lift his gaze. He was too engrossed to care that I was already taking off my robe, dropping it on the chair. 
Then I closed his laptop and cleaned his desk, placing everything on the coffee table, and all he said was, “I’m almost done.”
“Right. Take your time.” I sat on his desk and slid my ass to the center so that I could lie down on his long and sturdy wooden desk. “Would you like to help, husband?”
“What?” He finally lifted his gaze from the papers he was holding. His eyes were wide, and the papers went flying on the floor. His mouth hung open as he let his gaze rake over my naked body. 
I was maybe six weeks pregnant, but that didn’t stop me from fulfilling his wild sexual fantasy. That visit to the sex club never happened again, but we did it at home instead. We bought sex toys and tried different things to explore how far we could go. Our sexual experience had been fun and satisfying.
“Baby.” He moistened his lips, raking me with his blazing gaze that left fire in its wake.
 I slipped my hands behind my head and spread my legs apart. “I think it’s time we use those clamps in your drawer.”
He laughed. His eyes were smoldering hot as he pulled the third drawer of his desk and grabbed something. He showed me the pink nipple clamp and clit chain set. 
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He stood up. 
“Yes. It’s already working.” My gaze landed on his straining crotch. I cupped his thick cock as he rounded to my side. 
“Of course.” He groaned. “You don’t need clamps to turn me on. You don’t even have to lie naked before me.”
“Please?” I begged him. 
His eyes darkened, narrowing as if he had just spotted his prey. He stared at me for a moment. His features changed from an apex predator to a hot lover. 
“What are you thinking?” I slid my hand down my abdomen. “Babe?”
“Don’t.” He instantly caught it, glaring at me. “You always amazed and surprised me. And I’m fucking lucky to hold you, to touch you, to feel you, and to call you mine. Not as a three-million-dollar possession.” He chuckled as if remembering how it all started. “But as my home, my lover, my partner, my equal, my queen, and my wife, and soon to be the mother of my children.”
“Children, huh?” I couldn’t help but smile to tease him. 
The first time he applied the clamp around my nipple, I hissed, not from pain, but it was cold. As the pressure settled, I started to feel the pain mixed with an unfamiliar sensation, overwhelming me, making my core ache. 
Just a little tag of the chain, my back arched against the table, and the pleasure rushed through me. 
I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan at the back of my throat. My skin was instantly on fire.
“Too much?” he asked in a lust-roughened voice as he did the same to the other. 
I sucked in air as the sensation intensified. My pussy was damped. My heart was hammering so hard as I closed my eyes and finally let go of a moan, desperate for the last clamp to grip where I ached the most.
“Put it there. I wanna feel it,” I rushed my words out as I began to pant.
“You’re so responsive.” He spread my legs apart, lowered his head, and brushed her lips against my sensitive, wet flesh.
My hips jumped. My whole body quivered and thrummed with need. When he blew a breath against my clit, I groaned and squirmed. 
“So what is it? Clamp or my mouth?” He tagged the chain. The clamps tightened as they pulled around my nipples, causing me to cry out. The extra sensitivity was either from my pregnancy or I was just too turned on.
I looked down at him. “Your mouth, please?”
He chuckled with my response, wicked eyes blazing with desire. His arousal thick and hard, bulging inside his jeans.
“I change my mind,” I quickly protested. “I want your cock.”
In less than five seconds, he was naked between my spread legs, his thick and steely dick slid into me, delving into my heat, driving me wild in an instant. 
“Fuck me!” My voice was raw with need.
He never disappointed me. Each thrust, I cried out. He gave me everything I needed— my safe harbor, my home, and my world. 
With a low growl rumbled from within his chest, he fucked me with everything he got. I moaned and writhed as the pulsating pleasure crashed over me, clenching around his swelling cock. 
Spade followed soon after, emptying inside me that left me trembling. As we both regained control of our breathing, he took off the clamps and scooped me up and took me to the couch. 
As I lay in his arms, we lapsed into silence with his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. 
“Princess, what name do we give our son or daughter?” He pressed a kiss on my forehead.
“I don’t know. If it’s a girl, I’ll call her princess since you called me your queen.”
“Good idea.” He squeezed me into a tight hug. “Then, Duke, if it’s a boy.”
I chuckled as I cupped his cheek to kiss him. “I love you.”
I couldn’t help but reminisce about how we got to this moment. He may have lost three million dollars to have me, but I guess it was all worth every penny because our love was way deeper than anything. And our love story was worth retelling to our children.