Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I pull the satin ribbon from around the box and then remove the top. Black gift paper hides the contents below. My heartbeat pounds as I push my way around. As my fingers skim the fabric, my core tightens.
“He didn’t.” Although, I know he did.
Three lingerie sets are in the box, each with a different style and color. The black one is racy—practically see-through, with the tiniest panties and a barely-there bra. The wine-colored one is a corset-style bodysuit with a thong in the back. The lace is dreamy, and the boning gives it structure. It’s beautiful. The final one is a pleated baby doll set with an empire waist and a bow that sits just below the breasts. It’s soft and feminine, with a thong bottom.
A card has been placed below them.
Wife,
For you. Well, really, for me, as I’ll enjoy taking them off your delicious body. I’ll be thinking about you wearing these all day.
There’s a store downstairs called Halcyon. They’re expecting you. Pick out whatever you want and something to wear to dinner. They’ve been instructed not to let you leave empty-handed.
Enjoy yourself today, beautiful.
Jason
I exhale, my body instantly craving him again. I reach for my phone and tap his name.
Me: Thank you, you crazy man.
Jason: I’m crazy about you. And you’re welcome.
I glance at the box of underthings. The quality is exquisite. I don’t even want to know what that cost him.
Me: This is over the top. You know that, right?
Jason: Let me spoil you.
Me: You’re ridiculous. And there’s no way I’m going downstairs to shop. It’s too much.
Jason: You think this is ridiculous?
Me: Absolutely.
Jason: Then don’t go downstairs today. See what happens.
I laugh.
Me: Don’t you have things to do, like run an empire?
Jason: Lucky for you, I’m a good multitasker. I’m sitting in a meeting with four attorneys, arguing with my wife about gifts, and sporting a hard-on as I imagine you in the black lace.
So he did pick this out himself. The thought sends a spiral of giddiness through me.
He likes the black one best. Noted.
Me: Go work so you can come home sooner.
Jason: Take a selfie of yourself in the store so I know you’re there.
Me: And if I don’t?
Jason: Then the store will come to you.
Me: I don’t even know what that means, but you wouldn’t dare.
Jason: Try me.
A part of me wants to do just that because I think I’ll like how it ends. But another part of me wants to make him happy, and something tells me that he’ll be happy if I act on his request.
I stand in the middle of the atrium and laugh. How did this happen? How is this my life?
Instead of bothering him again, I take my gifts and go to the shower. Apparently, I’m about to go shopping.
A grin touches my lips.
And I’m crazy about you, too, Jason Brewer.
Chapter 20
Jason
I step into the elevator and punch the button for the door to close.
My hand immediately goes to my tie, loosening it from around my neck. The air is stifling. The elevator is too small and far too fucking slow. I watch the floor numbers increase at a snail’s pace.
The morning drew on much longer than I anticipated or wanted, but I couldn't just cut it short due to the nature of the conversation.
Someone has to negotiate with Dad’s attorneys. And that someone is me. And I couldn’t think of anything further from what I’d like to do on my honeymoon.
I hate that he’s had any space in my time with my new wife. It only makes me angrier at him, if that’s possible.
The bell rings, and the doors open, and I step into the foyer on a mission. I make quick work of the lock and enter the penthouse.
Blood rushes past my ears as I look for my wife.
I’ve thought about her all day. Her texts broke my aggravation and helped me relax. They gave me something to look forward to, a reason not to lose my shit and tell the attorneys to go fuck themselves.
“Chloe?” I call out into the silence.
“In the kitchen.”
I set my briefcase down and shed my suit jacket, tossing it over an armchair as I make my way toward her voice.
“Did you have a—holy fuck.”
“You tricked me,” she says, pressing her pink lips in a sexy pout.
I’d object to that … if I could remember how to speak.
The black corset lingerie I ordered in the middle of the night while she slept fits her like a fucking glove. It accentuates her hips, gorgeous tits, and delicate shoulders. She turns to set her champagne glass down on the counter, giving me a glimpse of her round ass and the thin strip of fabric lying between her cheeks.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, sauntering my way. “Do you not have anything to say for yourself, Mr. Brewer?”