Epilogue (1)

ROBERT

A Few Months Later

“Are you ready for your surprise, my love?” Renee's sweet voice filled the bedroom.

I started to reply, but the short charged-up intro to one of our favorite songs cut me off.

You don't have to be beautiful, to turn me on, Prince’s smooth, breathy voice drifted from the speakers.

Then a sharp crack sliced through the air, and I quirked a brow from beneath my blindfold from where I sat on the bed.

Was that … a whip?

My lips twitched. What was my girl up to?

It was the weekend, which usually meant giving in to whatever unpredictable whim Renee’s pregnancy brain dreamed up. But I never expected today's whim would start with me getting tied up and blindfolded.

Though it upended my rule of always being in control in the bedroom—as I was the one who set the tone, who gave the orders, who dictated when and where to use the toys if I so desired—whatever my girl wanted, she got.

“Baby