The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

Epilogue : Doing Me

I smile and peck his lips, feeling a bit bad my mouth just had Mickey's cock in it. But honestly, when does it not?

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Back in the dressing room, I glance in the mirror and find my makeup looks surprisingly good, subtle enough for work. 

Shit. I almost forgot about my real job.

Life is so busy, but I love it this way. Fantastical was a sensation and in its third season, regardless of the stupid name. Mickey's following only went up with the cable viewership, and with the success of his show, he stopped doing scenes. It made me sad, but Mickey proved he knew exactly what he was doing. His loyal fans flocked from his Tumblr to see what he continued to post of us and demanded to see more. When we realized they were willing to pay to see what we would be filming anyway, the rest happened organically. 

"Matty seemed happy about that one," Mickey says as he comes back from the toilets.

I smile at him, not surprised he's still naked. "I guess you'll be the final judge of that, Mr. Editor."

He wraps an arm around my waist and presses himself to my back. His penis throbs against me. The man is insatiable, snipped or not. "Get in the shower with me?" he whispers in my ear before nibbling it lightly. I suppress a shiver.

I wasn't planning on showering. Sometimes I like keeping a bit of him on me all day, but his ego and libido are fine not knowing that. "We just got done fucking and you want it again?"

"We only pretty fucked. I want to really fuck."

"Right now?" I ask incredulously. He hums his assent. His hand slides between my legs.

I laugh him off. "Mickey," I pull his hand away. "I have to get to work. You'll have to wait a whole nine hours until I get home."

He pouts and lets out a moan of displeasure as he leans his hands onto the vanity on either side of me. "You always have to tease me, don't you?" he whines. It makes me giggle. "Well, the new toy prototypes come in today. I figured we could have a little ... orgy."

"You're not even in the orgy scene for Fantastical , why would you need to practice?" I scold him. "Plus, aren't most of the toys supposed to be for long-distance situations?" I ask, pulling on my panties.

"Yeah," he admits. "Fine, no orgy. But you know what's beautiful, clean, and always available to please you?"

I still. Oh, fuck no. "Mickey. I love you, but I swear to god if you say --"

"This dick," he says huskily into my ear as he rubs himself against me.

I groan and push him away from me as I start to laugh. I shake my head at him. "We don't need two people telling shitty jokes in this family."

Mickey laughs, his smile so wide his eyes begin to squint. He hugs me to his chest and says, "I couldn't help myself. You deserved it." I hug him back and he places a kiss to my temple. "Maggie's picking you up, right?"

"Yeah. She'll be here pretty quick." I moved into private practice at a women's health clinic and took her with me. It was much easier to be known for being sexually liberal in place dedicated to female sexual health and education. A perfect fit for both of us, really. I glance at the clock. "Shit, I should hurry."

I pull my shirt on over my head and then remember to remove the two expensive rings on my left-hand ring finger. Analytics showed that our 55-percent female viewership preferred to see married couples. But, as always, the reality of any fantasy is much trickier than it seems.

"You could leave those on you know," he says as he watches me.

I roll my eyes then smile at him. "It didn't work the first fifty times you said that, but keep trying!" I put the rings back in the box. The massive diamond sparkles against the black velvet. "You know I'm never going to wear a ten thousand dollar ring while examining vaginas all day."

He looks at me incredulously and cocks an eyebrow. "You think a platinum, three-carat diamond ring costs ... You know what? Let's just say it's ten grand." He smirks at me, his eyes tracing over my face adoringly.

I straighten out my shirt and pants and he brushes his fingers through my hair to resituate it. His hands come to rest on my cheeks and he tilts my face up toward his. He stares me in the eyes with his lazy smile, and I feel the familiar flutter in my chest.

"I love you," he says and presses his lips to mine. 

I pull him closer and breathe him in as we let the kiss linger. Our bodies press together, and I feel the incomparable sense of content that only he can give me. Even though we come home to one another every night, I still hate when we're apart. When he isn't by my side, I feel incomplete. I would have him next to me every moment of every day if I could.

I know, it's gross.

He pulls his lips from mine slowly and I look at him, taking in his impossibly handsome features. "I love you more," I say after a moment, and regretfully let him go. I grab my bag and start to walk out.

"Marry me, Penelope," he calls after me. I can hear his laughing smile without even seeing it.

"Bye, Mickey."

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