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“Jameson…I…I am so sorry.” Is all I can muster to say between the short breaths.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. This is not on you. This is on me. I should have been honest from the beginning, and I am not that person I was at twenty-one. I want to show you that I am the man for you. The husband you are meant to have. The moment I met you, it was as if my body knew you were it for me. That night we met was meant to happen with us getting married.” He cups my chin with his thumb and forefinger, staring into his eyes. “Aria, I am madly in fucking love with you. I want this marriage to work more than anything.”
I know this man loves me with all of his heart, and I think my soul has known that before my mind even caught up. I love this man with everything that I am, and I did not think it was possible to fall in love with someone in a short amount of time. But I have.
I smile at him. “I love you, too, Jameson. So much that it hurts. I am so sorry for how I handled the situation. I’m sad I let someone else get inside my head. I should have listened to you. I am so sorry.”
The gala comes back to mind with Greg hurling those hurtful words and telling me about Jameson’s past. I should have told Greg to go fuck himself and let Jameson tell me his story. This is his life. His pain. It was not Greg’s to tell. All of a sudden, the emotions hit me like a freight train as the tears stream down my face and my legs start to buckle and start to give out. My body starts to overheat, and I can feel that I am going to pass out. Jameson wraps his strong muscular arms around my middle holding me up, and I lie my head on his chest. I start to relax and breath in his scent. Sage and citrus. I know I am safe. Jameson is my home.
We stand there for what feels like hours as we take in everything we shared tonight. He is the one who breaks away and gets on one knee.
Smiling up at me, he says, “Aria, my Angel, my wife, I never thought I would ever meet a woman who sets my body on fire and makes me feel seen. You are it for me, Aria.” Tears are flooding down my face as he removes from his suit jacket pocket a dark blue, velvet box. “Will you marry me…again?”
He lifts the top back and an oval-shaped, five karat diamond with a simple tiny gold band is shining brilliantly.
I finally find the words and blurt out. “Yes, of course I will marry you again. Yes!”
He slips the ring on my finger and stands, and he grabs me by the waist, and I instantly wrap my legs around his middle, and my arms around his neck. He mumbles before slamming his lips to mine, “Thank fuck.”
My back hits the cold window overlooking the night sky of Seattle. I rip my lips from his. “Jameson, there are people here who will see!”
He chuckles, and I feel his hot breath tickling my neck. “Oh, Angel, no one is here. I rented the restaurant for the next few hours. So, that means I can have my way with you, and no one will see how hard I am going to fuck you or how hard you will come tonight.”
And he made sure that we covered every inch of the restaurant before our time was up. I will never get enough of this man and his appetite.
Epilogue
aria
Four Years Later
Today, I had the busiest day with back-to-back appointments that happened to be all over the city with barely a break. I am beyond excited that the day is over, and I can take off these heels because my feet are killing me. Maybe it is time to retire my heels for a little while as my feet tend to be taking a beating lately, and they feel so cramped all day. The thought of Jameson rubbing my feet when I get home makes me do a little dance in my car. Yes, that sounds like a dream.
I park my car outside our house which is outside the city and sits off the main road up on a hill that has the best view of the ocean. The view from our master bedroom overlooks the water, and when the sun sets, it is breathtaking. Grabbing my belongings, I close the door and head inside. I feel concerned as there are no loud noises, laughter or Mickey Mouse on the TV. Something is wrong…definitely wrong. I start to feel the panic course though my body.
I call out with worry in my voice. “Jameson?” My voice rises as I call out for the kids, “Kyle? Audrey? Jade?”
No one answers and my heart feels like it is going to bounce out of my chest. Where is everyone? I check my phone quickly to see if I missed a message from Jameson about where he is with the kids? I place a hand over my stomach and rub it to try to calm down. I start to walk anxiously down the main hallway to check all their rooms, and nothing. I walk into our master bedroom, and Jameson is nowhere to be seen. I am about to turn around and leave to call him, but I stop when his deep rough voice washes over me.
“Angel, are you going somewhere? You seem nervous,” he asks, sitting in the dark with something hanging from his hand.
I gasp and close my eyes. “Jameson, you scared me.” Taking in a deep breath, I ask him, “Where are the kids?”
He stands and walks into the moonlight shining in from our floor to ceiling windows in our master bedroom. It reminds me of his apartment in Las Vegas from our first night together. We have a thing for windows. He is standing between the window and the bed with the moonlight highlighting his shirtless chest with all of his tattoos more profoundly. I lick my lips at the sight in front of me, and this is why we have had three kids back-to-back.
He is playing with the silk piece of fabric. “I thought it would be a great idea to have a break and some alone time…with my wife uninterrupted.” He steps closer to me and tucks a loose piece of my hair that has fallen. “I figured since Alan is in town visiting, they could spend some time with him. And with what I have planned for you tonight, I do not need any interruptions. Just your cries.”
I bite my bottom lip as I take my fingers up his body and stop at the newest tattoo on the left part of his chest. A Phoenix with our real wedding date, and all the kids birthdays. He left room to add another tattoo.
He grabs my wrists firmly. “You are going to strip. Then face the window with your hands on the glass. You are not allowed to move or to speak until I tell you.”
I smirk at the thought as I think back to our first night together in Las Vegas. Agreeing to this marriage four years ago was one of the best decisions of my life, and we have built a great life together too. Not too soon after our three months trial, we found ourselves pregnant with Kyle. I was over the moon, and Jameson was beyond excited to be a father and of course naming him after his late brother. Jameson waited the six weeks, and not a minute more, I was pregnant again with Audrey. Again, he waited until he had the go ahead and got me pregnant again with Jade. I have not told him yet that he has knocked me up once more and this is the last one.
I unzip my skirt and let the fabric fall to the floor, pooling at my ankles. He takes my hand and helps me step out. I keep my eyes on his blue ones that have a dark tint around the middle, a sign he is keeping the devil at bay…for now. I unbutton my shirt slowly and let it fall to the floor, I am left standing there in my black lace bra and matching thong. Jameson licks his lips and nods in agreement. I slide the straps of my bra off my shoulders and unfasten it. My breasts are a little fuller thanks to the babies. I hook my fingers and pull my thong down my thick thighs and step out them. Listening to his order, I turn and walk toward the window and do as I am told. I can feel his eyes burning into my backside as I walk.
I place my hands on the glass and wait. The reflection of Jameson’s tattooed muscles contract when he unbuttons his pants, makes me wet as he pulls down in one motion both his jeans and briefs. I lick my lips at the sight of his throbbing dick. I can feel myself getting wetter and my clit is throbbing. He stalks toward me with his eyes on mine.
He stops behind me and moves my hair to the side and whispers in my ear, “Oh, Angel, I want to lick and suck your sweet pussy until you cannot take anymore. You will tell me to stop, but I know you can take it. Then, I am going to fuck you against this window with the moonlight highlighting your sinful body.”
