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“Damn right, Igivegoodwoo.”

“Dinner?” he pulled backto look at me, eyes bright.

My brow arched.

“Dinner it is,” hesnorted reaching for his bag he’d placed beside the bed. Carefully he pulledout his black slacks and a dark gray dress shirt with a black tie.

“Wow, the wooer is...hot.”

Jameson smirked; hishead remained bent forward as he searched the bag.

“So is the wooed.” Heheld up a black satin dress with matching heels. “Emma,” he hesitated for asecond. “Instructed me to give this to you,”

“Oh she did, did she?”

His head tipped, hisknuckles ran over his lower lip before he set down the dress, pulling meagainst his chest. “You don’t have to wear it...but you would looksexyin it,” he teased, his eyestwinkling in the setting sun shining through the windows.

“I’ll wear it.” My eyesshifted to my baby bump. “If it fits,”

Amazingly enough itfit.Surprised the hell out of me.I didn’t even lookpregnant with it on, which made me feel better. When I finished dressing andapplying some light make-up, I walked out of the bathroom to find Jameson onthe balcony facing the ocean. I smiled admiring his attire—we werematchy-match tonight.

He turned when he heardmy heels clicking across the tile floor, and leaned against the railing. I hadto take a deep breath to calm my erratic heartbeat becauseChrist...anytime the dirty heathen leaned, itcould make any woman’s heart beat erratically.

I made my way onto thebalcony, his arms wrapped around my waist when I reached him, slipping meagainst him, kissing me deeply.

“You look...good,” He breathed, pulling away from mylips to place his mouth against the skin just below my ear, his scrufftickling.

“Good?” I asked him,encouraging him to continue.

“Yes good. Good enoughto eat.” He whispered, grazing my neck with his teeth and then gently bitingthe skin over my collarbone.

“Mmmm,”Was all I could manage to say, wrapping my arms around his neck and sinkinginto hisembrace.This really did feel like afairytale.

The sun was setting,casted a warm glow all around us. My eyes were drawn to his, the grass greenstanding out against the orange horizon. His smile...oh that smile...reassured me this was real.

“You ready?” he finallyasked, eyes holding my own.

“Yes, woo me dirtyheathen.”

Jameson chose arestaurant on the pier, the warm coastal air surrounding us. Tiny whiteChristmas lights twisted in the wooden umbrellas overhead created a magicalfeeling over the pier. The ocean crashed against the rocks below us, the saltactually present on my tongue and the humidity made my ass sweat.

“Are you having a goodtime?” he asked, letting his hand settle against the small of my back, claimingme quietly and succinctly. I only hoped he couldn’t feel how much I wassweating.

“Very much so, thank you.”I assured him, smiling, more sweat dripping.

The waiter brought outan appetizer Jameson ordered, setting it on the small round table. Keeping onearm securely wrapped around my waist, he reached for his fork to put one of theshrimp on it.

“Open up honey.” Heinstructed, and I surely did. The warm tangy but sweet coconut shrimp burstflavor throughout my mouth; it was delicious. I moaned around the fork, as heslipped the tines back out.

He chuckled throwingback his own shrimp like a man, licking his lips as I watched this dirtyheathen pornography play out. Then he winked.

I rolled my eyes,trying not to let him know how incredibly turned on I was by this. I had tohold my own at some point.

With no shame or senseof social propriety, I closed the distance between us, and kissed him, hard. Hegrinned in surprise, but quickly kissed me back with equal intensity.

My entire body turnedtoward him, my legs nestling in between his as his fingers found my skin, theskin just above the hem of my dress. My head tilted to one side so I could kisshim more deeply, my tongue sliding against his, leading and then letting himlead. He tasted like sweet and tangy and it was all I could do not to grab himand have my way with him, sweaty ass and all.

I heard someoneclearing their throat, and I opened my eyes to see our waiter with our meals,his expression uncomfortable.