Epilogue

Two weeks later

Tempest hung Franco’s shirt on a hanger, then placed it in the closet next to hers. It felt strange seeing it there. Strange, but beautiful. She smiled as the sounds of hammering reached her ears.

Mr. Melton was installing a bathroom in the master bedroom, not five feet away from her. She glanced over at Culo who washed his paws as he lay in the middle of the bed. In the open window, Pero watched the world go by.

The cats had come into the master suite their first night back. That alone told Tempest that the incubus was truly gone.

“It’ll take another few days.” She turned to where Mr. Melton stood, hammer in hand. “You sure about that claw foot bathtub? It’s going to take up an awful lot of room in there.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Very sure. I have this wonderful fantasy about Franco and me in there, having a great time together.

“All righty then, I’m leaving for the day. I’ll be back in the morning.”

After he left, Tempest walked over to the walled-off area, looking inside. It was definitely taking shape.

She ran her fingers up her sides, cupping her breasts at the thought of making love to Franco in the old-fashioned tub. As if on cue, the vibrator he’d placed inside her this morning turned on.

She shivered as she remembered him running it over her body before sliding it into her, slapping her ass and telling her how he was going to love knowing it was there while he was at work. The sensations spread through her, her clit twitching. She came out of the room and looked toward the doorway. Franco leaned against the doorjamb. He waved the vibrator remote at her, then turned it up.

“Hi.” She tweaked her nipples, then bit her lip. “How was your day, dear?”

“Darling, it’s about to get a lot better, for both of us.”