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“Yes, yes,” he groans as he spills inside me, his cock pulsing with each splash of his cum. My pussy flutters, pulling it deeper greedily.
He kisses me softly as we both come down, and he pulls out, grabbing paper towels to clean me. I push away from the counter, fixing my dress and hair in the mirror. Jamie circles my waist with his arms, kissing my temple as we stare at each other.
“I’ve been thinking about it all day. I think I can have everything settled within a month or two. But you’re mine, Emma. You understand that? I’m serious about us,” his hand drifts to my flat stomach, “I’m serious about this.”
I swallow, nodding. “You’re not going to fuck her, are you?”
He winces, “No, baby. I only want you.”
I know it was unfair of me to ask him of that, but I didn’t want to be sitting in my empty home, waiting on him. And he’s across the ocean, fucking his wife. No matter if they both claimed to be in an empty marriage. My aunt liked the image of being his wife, and I was afraid she would try to sink her claws into him again. However, I was technically the other woman, who was I to ask for loyalty?
Jamie must see the despair on my face because he turns me around, kissing my forehead, nose, and lips. Sighing, he pulls me into his chest, and I wrap my arms around him, “Our marriage was over long before any of this happened. Even if I had wanted to fuck her, she was never interested.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting the reassurance but knowing this would be the best time to say anything, “You thought you were fucking her that first night.”
He grips me tighter, “Who else was I supposed to imagine? Despite all her faults, I was faithful to her. I took the vows of marriage seriously.”
“Until me,” I grimace, “Did I force you to break those vows?”
He’s silent for a moment. “Do you know why we never came for your college graduation?”
I shake my head. His hand comes up and tangles in my hair, pulling my face back so I would look at him.
“Your mother had sent the invitation with photos. I had noted how painstakingly beautiful you were growing up to be. Serena blew up on me, calling me a pervert and disgusting,” Jaime swallows, his eyes roaming over my face, “She was right. Weeks passed, and she refused to let me touch her… I had a little to drink, and that was the first night I fantasized about you. The photo of you halfway out of the lake in the white dress… It had stirred a longing in me.”
I smirk, “You jerked off to my photos, Uncle Jamie?”
He laughs, pulling my hair tighter, “You fucking brat.”
“I had a crush on you since I was sixteen,” I admit. His eyes shine in joy, telling me he already knew. I shake my head and push him away. “We have to get back.”
“Wait,” He says, cupping my face with both hands, “Emma, I have always loved you, but that love is changing and getting stronger every time we’re together. I need you to understand and hold onto that. Don’t let any uncertainties and doubts come between us, no matter who they come from.”
He’s warning me about my aunt as if I didn’t grow up around the vile bitch. I knew the minute she found out about us, she would do anything necessary to destroy him and me. “I don’t know how you survived so long with her, but I’m glad you’ll finally be free… and mine.”
His face shutters before he kisses me deeply, pushing all his longing into it, and I kiss him back. I smile as we finally break apart.
“We have to get back if I show up even later than the bride, people will notice.”
He nods, “I know. It’s getting harder to let you go.”
“Soon,” I whisper, and he kisses my lips again.
My smile drops when I leave the bathroom, stopping short at who is waiting across the hall. Jamie runs into my back, his arms wrapping around my waist.
My aunt’s eyes drop to the motion, narrowing. She’s standing against the wall, and dread fills me, wondering how long. Did she stay there and listen? I was madder at the thought of our private moment being invaded than the fact she caught us.
Jamie’s arms tighten, pushing us forward without letting go of me, “Serena.”
She scoffs, “My dear husband.”
“Husband?” Jamie mocks, his chest rumbling behind me as he laughs, “I haven’t felt like your husband in a long time.”
“So you jump at the fresh young tramp who throws herself your way?” She sneers, disgust filling her eyes as she stares daggers at me.
“Wasn’t it you who said you prefer a husband who leaves you alone behind closed doors? Did you never think someone would be waiting behind that door?” I smirk at her. Jamie pinches my waist before moving me behind him.
“You little bitch—“ my aunt starts, but Jamie clicks his tongue.
