Jane let Alaric’s softening cock slip out of her and lay down next to him. After a few more steadying breaths, Alaric rolled over to face her, stroking his hand over her hip appreciatively.
Lovingly.
She leaned forward and kissed him, feeling him smile against her mouth before pulling back. His deep eyes were watching her for approval. She carded a hand through his hair, kissed him softly again and whispered, “My real name is Jane.”
He pulled her tight against him, and they both drifted off to sleep.
Epilogue
Milan was beautiful in the spring. Jane had always expected it would be, and it had not disappointed. It wasn’t quite as beautiful as Paris, but she was still enjoying it more than Berlin. Alaric had loved Berlin, and she had delighted in indulging him with the cakes he had found at a bakery near their gorgeous hotel and long walks through the gleaming city.
Alaric was clearly indulging her now. She had always wanted to see an opera and never had. She glanced over to her companion. The sweet pirate she had met was still visible, even under his pressed collar and short hair, and he looked as bored with the opera as she was.
She glanced around them. The opera house was full, but not packed, and their box afforded them a degree of privacy. Jane folded her fan, green and gold, to match her dress, and set it in her lap. She dropped her hand from the armrest of her chair, where it lay entwined with Alaric’s, and let her fingers fall across his leg.
Alaric cleared his throat and held still as Jane slid her green gloved fingers up his thigh. She stared at the stage, her polite smile firmly in place as she tugged his trousers open. Alaric shifted down in his seat a little, his look of mild interest in the production as unmoving as Jane’s even when Jane slipped her hand inside and began to stroke him.
The shrill voice of one of the women onstage started back up again, and Alaric leaned over to whisper in Jane’s ear, “Would you like to leave at intermission, love?”
“I think so,” Jane answered. “After all, we still have some packing to finish before we leave for Madrid in the morning.”
“That’s true,” Alaric agreed. The slight strain in his voice would have been utterly unnoticeable to anyone but her.
Jane carefully removed one of the long green feathers from her hair. The corners of Alaric’s mouth tilted up as he followed the waving plume.
“But intermission is still quite a ways off.”
Alaric leaned a little farther over the arm of his chair and pressed his lips to hers. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
The End
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