Hello one last time my dears!

Thank you so much for all the love and support. You all have been amazing partners on this trip!

So here we go… the epilogue.

Love you all!

Forever- Chris Brown

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Chapter 70: I really like this chair.

BPOV

I hummed quietly as I rolled out the rest of the dough, smiling at how Jaspers nervous tic had become my soothing mechanism at some point. I hadn't even realized I was doing it until he called me on it a couple of years ago. But now, on my fledgling step out as a caterer, I found myself doing the same thing he did.

Except my song was Peaches and Cream.

No 80's bands for me.

I was popping the almond pastries into the oven when I heard the door open down the hall.

"I'm home and it smells amazing!"

I grinned to myself, sure that Edward would enjoy his little surprise I had made for him.

I had even made homemade vanilla ice cream.

I heard him drop his keys in the dish by the door, waiting with eager anticipation for him to make his way to me in the kitchen. But he didn't come immediately. Instead I heard him milling around in the living room, turning on the stereo before finally stepping into the doorway, a sexy smile on his face. He had his button up shirt undone at the top, having discarded his tie at some point and had kicked off his shoes somewhere between the front door and the kitchen.

He was all sorts of beautiful standing there watching me.

"There's my beautiful wife," he purred and sauntered slowly towards me, his hands behind his back.

"What are you hiding, dear?" I asked, curious beyond belief.

He shook his head and cocked his eyebrow at me never losing his grin.

"Close your eyes and I'll show you," he whispered, his voice gravelly like I liked.

I pursed my lips at him and pretended to be unimpressed.

"If I close my eyes, how will you show me?" I asked.

Edward chuckled and rolled his eyes at me, leaning in to offer me a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Mmmm. I taste almonds," he murmured and kissed me a little more fully, his tongue peeking out for a taste.

He almost had me with the tongue.

Even after almost five years, just his touch got me hot and bothered.

But he had goodies for me.

And I was curious.

I leaned away slightly watching his lips pout a little before his tongue swiped at them, tasting me on him.

"So demanding," he teased and slowly brought his hands around to offer me a large box.

I looked at it strangely, knowing at once it wasn't a diamond or even a necklace.

"It's for later," he whispered and leaned in to kiss me again his mouth finding mine a little more urgently.

We damn near crushed the mystery box when he pushed me up against the counter, pressing his body into me.

Box. Needed. To. Go away.

I moved it to the side, nearly dropping it on the floor as my mind concentrated instead on the feel of Edward along my body, hard and hot and definitely needing some attention. He pulled away with a groan when the oven timer dinged.

"No burning this time," he said with a sigh and laughed when I scowled at him.

"No, you will not distract me with good kitchen sex and make me burn these like you made me do with Esme's snickerdoodles," I said and turned from him, leaning over to open the oven door and check on my pastries.

"But you keep teasing me," he growled and came up behind me, grabbing at my hips so that he could grind on me while I tried to concentrate on flaky.

And golden brown.

And…

"Just let me get these out," I groaned, closing my eyes and pushing back into him.

Damn he felt good from behind.

What was I doing?

Hot.

I was hot.

Right. Oven. Baking.

So hard.

And…grinding.

I tossed the baking sheets onto the range and turned to attack Edward.

It was entirely his fault. I could never say no to his touch and the way he looked was my undoing.

I kissed him hard, pushing him back towards the breakfast bar until he let out a whoosh when he hit it.

"Here, babe?" he groaned. "I had thought about upstairs."

"What, are you saying I have to pick on for the other?" I teased. "Have we become that kind of married couple, after only a year?"

He quirked his eyebrow at me and slid his hands under my pants, tugging me close.

"I could go all night with you," he growled, a little twinkle in his eye. "But the last time we did it in here, I seem to remember you taking issue with cleaning up pancake batter."

"You clean this time," I hissed and pulled at his shirt, the buttons coming apart all to easily.

Whatever. He had plenty of button ups.

I wanted him naked.

We groped and tugged at one another until I somehow managed to be against the bar now, his hands on my hips as he pushed against me. I leaned back along the cold counter, humming delightedly when I felt him enter me.

Strong and sure.

He knew how I liked it.

Hell, after five years we had learned all sorts of things together.

And right now he knew I wanted it rough.

He groaned and moved a little harder, clutching at my hips to keep me from banging against the edge of the counter. His fingers gripping tight, the almost feral look in his eyes as he watched me beneath him.

And of course the beauty of having him inside me.

I would never get enough of Edward Cullen.

His sounds.

His lips.

His touch.

Always and forever would he send me to heaven and back.

His frenzied thrusting catapulted me quickly into that tense bliss I loved so much with him, causing me to cry out and tug him closer. His own climax came seconds later, his body leaning against me heavily as he regained his bearings.

He kissed me softly along the neck, a lazy grin creeping across his face when he finally pulled himself up to gaze down at me.

"That was not how I planned on tonight going," he said, chuckling.

"What were you planning?" I asked, smirking.

I had planned on an all night sextravaganza in the room.

He caught the wickedness in my eye and tipped his head to the side, contemplating something before speaking.

"I had thought of taking you out to dinner, sweet talking you and then bringing you home for a nice romantic evening," he said, raising his eyebrow again at me. "What did you have planned?"

I sat up and slid off the counter, shutting off the stove before slipping back into his arms.

"I planned on ordering in and fucking all night," I replied, earning a surprising blush from Edward.

It had been a while since I had made him blush.

"I could stand eating Chinese naked with you," he murmured and wrapped his arms around me loosely.

Like he had some special gift, the doorbell rang at mention of Chinese.

"Pay the man and meet me upstairs," I purred and grabbed the box he had brought, walking out of the kitchen with nothing but a smile on my face.

As soon as I hit the stairs I was dashing up to the third floor.

To Edward's workout room.

At least that's what Charlie called it.

Well, I guess you could say it was used for workouts.

I smirked at the conversations Charlie and Edward had had the first time Charlie had come to visit us in Seattle and discovered the room.

All right. It did have a weight bench.

And a barbell or two.

But some of the other stuff.

Well.

College had been a learning experience for both of us.

Edward had gone in not knowing what he would do, only to focus his studies on education eventually. I had gone to culinary school, sponsored by Esme of course.

I had balked at it at first.

But Esme can be very insistent.

And only after I insisted that I cater anything she did, did I agree to it.

Which is how Cullenary Treats began.

Esme put in the funds; I created sweet masterpieces for some of the more upscale events in Seattle now.

But it was our extracurricular activities that really transformed us these last few years.

Edward and I discovered ourselves and the world that was proper kink.

Both of us had a voracious sexual appetite, and as nice as vanilla was, we wanted to explore.

So the upstairs room to our condo became the room.

What had been a simple weight room transformed into a place for us to explore.

All hidden away from the regular world. But it wasn't a dark and sinister room.

Open skylights letting in the sunlight in the day, and moonlight at night. With no common walls with our neighbors. Exposed eyebeams allowing the perfect places for rigging up safety points for harnessing.

It was the perfect room.

I chuckled as I skimmed my hands across the large wardrobe on the far wall. Inside held all our secrets. Charlie would walk in and talk about lifting and how many reps Edward was up to, and I would just snicker and think about how many reps he was up to in this room.

With me.

We had spent a lot of time in the room until only recently when things got busy.

Edward graduating and looking at graduate schools. Getting his teaching credential.

Me starting the business.

We had been very busy since the wedding.

But tonight we'd rediscover.

And with my anniversary present proudly displayed in the center of the room, we'd be here for a while.

So many positions and options.

I looked down at the box Edward had given me and opened it, grinning when the box fell away, leaving me with the cool texture of silk in my hands.

Nice.

How did he know I'd need this tonight?

I slipped the negligee on easily, smoothing it over my stomach to look over the color.

Dark blue.

Edward knew how to pick them.

I heard him on the stairs and moved quickly over to the chair in the middle of the room.

I figured he'd enjoy seeing me laid out for him on his new toy.

His eyes widened when he saw me.

"Shit," he hissed as he took in every curve.

This chair definitely made it easy to lay myself out for him to enjoy.

"I can't believe you got it!" he breathed, laying the bag of food on the table by the door before he walked toward me, already unbuttoning his pants.

I could only grin as he eyed me hungrily.

"What will Charlie say?" he teased, sliding in behind me to rest comfortably along the higher curve of the chair.

"If my dad has any idea what a tantra chair is, I'll die," I retorted, laughing.

Edward chuckled as he leaned into me, the curve of the chair making it so much more comfortable than even our bed downstairs.

"Now I see why you wanted to go all night," he whispered and slid his hands under my negligee, humming when he traced the material on his fingertips.

"Happy anniversary," I replied softly and adjusted my hips to find him right there and ready for me again.

We both sighed at the feeling of him gliding into me smoothly. This time around it would be slow and savoring. The chair was specifically designed for providing the perfect support when making love, and immediately we could tell.

He fit so much better and hit every point inside me to make me gasp and sigh and squirm against him.

So deep.

So slow.

I groaned when I felt how his pelvis moved against mine, offering me more tactile pleasure simply by the angle and depth of him moving in me.

"So good," he moaned and held me as he moved a little faster.

We didn't talk much, we just stared at one another as we experienced how our bodies worked on this new toy. He shifted against me, easily pushing me up and turning me until I scissored him, his arm holding onto my leg as he drove in a little harder.

I whimpered at the feeling. He was so deep and close I could feel every part of him moving inside. And his pelvis continued to rub me, sending me quickly to my release as I trembled and cried out.

He moved again, turning me so that I could now lay along the curve, the chair providing me a moment to relax while he still moved against me. He leaned against me, kissing along the back of my neck before he found my ear, his laughter soft and breathy as he slowed down.

"Do this thing come with modifications?" he asked quietly in my ear.

"What do you mean?" I moaned, not wanting to think about different colors this thing came in or whatever.

I was enjoying the ride.

"I just think it needs a place to hook up rope," he teased and thrust against me a little more urgently. "Or handcuffs. Or scarves."

I turned my head to look back at him, his eyes dark with desire as he watched himself move in and out of me.

"That can be arranged," I replied, his eyes shooting up to find mine.

"I want to tie you up on this thing and do everything with you," he growled and sped up, groaning when he felt me stiffen under him in anticipation.

Tonight was going to be an orgasm extravaganza for sure.

And as he felt me come close, I felt his hand move over my ass, the tightening increasing twofold as I prepared for what he was about to do.

I felt the sharp smack across my ass just as I let go, bringing me to climax much harder than I had before.

His second smack made me cry out.

But not in pain.

Ecstacy.

He knew what I liked, and how much of it I'd enjoy.

And a quick smack on the ass always brought a little extra to our sessions.

Edward let out a long groan and held me tightly as he same, finally leaning his head into my shoulder to calm himself. I felt his lips grazed across my shoulder blade, his teeth nipping at me playfully.

"I like this chair," he said, humming when he felt me adjust under him.

He wasn't too heavy as he relaxed against me, but still he moved, laying back along the opposite curve and bringing me with him to sit comfortably in his lap. His fingers traced along my back, drawing lazy circles as he sighed and relaxed beneath me.

"Do you like your present?" he asked finally. I looked down to see the negligee was still intact and smiled against his chest.

"I like it very much," I said and turned my head to look up at him. "Did you have plans for it tonight?"

His grin widened.

"I did, and how you knew to compliment it with this amazing treat only reinforces the fact that you and I belong together," he said, his lips moving to take mine once more.

It was his growling stomach that finally pulled us apart. I giggled and slipped out of his grasp to grab the bag of Chinese food that had been all but forgotten. Settling back on his lap, we settled into feeding one another straight out of the box, both of us happy to be with the other.

"I should have taken you out, you know," he said, pointing his chopsticks at me. "This being our first wedding anniversary."

I shook my head and swallowed the noodles in my mouth.

"I think I like this better," I said and offered him a piece of shrimp. "I want to do this every anniversary."

"Naked," he replied and tugged at the material covering me.

I leaned back and tossed off the gift he had given me, enjoying the smile that crept across his face.

"Much better," he murmured and kissed me slowly.

We continued to eat, chatting as we always did about our day.

He seemed excited that I had landed a contract with another event company. It would mean more business for sure, but that also meant more time apart.

"You should ask Jasper if he'd want to join forces," Edward suggested.

I smiled and kissed him sweetly.

"I was thinking that this afternoon actually," I said.

We were so in sync with our thoughts.

"Guess what happened to me today," he said, his eyes twinkling at whatever he had to share.

"You said you got called in for a school job," I said hesitantly, thinking back to the call he got at the crack of dawn this morning.

He nodded and his grin widened.

"I got called in to sub," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Ha ha," I replied, knowing that every job he got to substitute would end up with some sub joke.

He was becoming more like Emmett sometimes.

But I still loved him.

"I got called in to do a long term sub for the high school down the street," he continued, still very excited about his news.

"That's great, baby," I said and leaned in to kiss him. He pulled away a bit and shook his head.

"Guess what I am subbing for," he said, practically bouncing now under me.

I looked at him suspiciously, my mind a blank.

He laughed and held my shoulders tight.

"Biology, silly," he exclaimed, laughing even louder.

"Seriously?" I asked, joining him in his laughter.

"Can you believe it?" he said, shaking his head in wonder. "And the teacher had virtually no lesson plan."

He waited for my brain to realize what he was saying.

"Oh, you didn't," I said suddenly, eyes wide.

He laughed again.

"It worked for us," he said simply.

"You're going to do the Biology project with these kids!" I exclaimed and slapped him on the shoulder. "You are nuts!"

"I think it'll be fun to see them work on it," he said, a little more seriously.

I watched him for moment, every bit of pride I had in him seeming to bubble over at that moment.

"I love you so much, you know that?" I whispered.

He pulled me to him, nuzzling his face into my hair.

"I love you more," he replied softly. "I don't let a day go by without thanking the powers that be who brought you into my life."

He slowly stretched under me, a contented sigh flowing over my skin before he pulled away gently.

"I want whatever it was you were baking," he said, moving to stand.

I stood with him and stretched, finding myself much less sore than I should have been, given our little sex session.

"I really like this chair," I said, touching the top of it thoughtfully.

"I think we need one in every room," he said, laughing when I rolled my eyes at him.

"Charlie may not know what they are, but I bet you mom would," I said. "I don't think I could handle that amused look coming from her."

We reached the kitchen, and he was quiet for a moment as I pulled out the ice cream and pastries.

"Do you think she regrets what we do?" he asked.

I looked at him curious at his sudden question.

"She knows we're happy. That's what she cares about," I replied.

It was rare and very infrequent when Edward showed his doubt about our lifestyle.

But it happened once in a while.

"She's happy for you Edward, just as I am," I replied softly, coming to him to hold him.

He stood there for a moment, deep in thought.

"I'm happy too," he whispered. "With you. You're everything."

"Then this is right," I replied.

He pulled away, smiling down at me like I was his whole world.

He was certainly mine.

"Happy anniversary, Bella," he said.

"Happy anniversary, Edward," I replied and handed him his dessert which he took with a smile.

"Here's to many more, just like this," he murmured.

"Yes, I want to have crazy sex on our 50th," I said pointedly.

"Absolutely!" he replied with a laugh.

And just like that, we were back.

My life with Edward would always be exciting.

And my love for him would continue to grow.

I expected many more anniversaries like this one.

Because this was what we did.

We had each other.

Forever.

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AN: Much love to all of you that followed along with this story. It means the world to me that you came for the ride! Thank you so much for the pimps and the reviews and the kind words over on the forum, Twitter and FB. You guys are the reason I keep at it.

You all have been wonderfully supportive and I thank you for the love you have given this story.

Some of you have asked if I have something on the burner.

I'll be concentrating on working on some original works. But who knows. This one came up on me unexpectedly. You never know what might pop into my head!

Love you all!

MWAH!

steph