Page 62 of Brewer Family Collection, Part 1

His pupils dilate in the dimly lit room. The muscle in his jaw flexes as he waits for my answer. His mind is going a million miles an hour—I can see it behind the gold-flecked jade of his irises.

My mouth goes dry as I imagine his hands on me, removing our clothes and then guiding me to my knees.

The only thing sexier than the look he’s giving me is the care he’s taking to get my consent—to make sure I know what I’m agreeing to and that I want it.

I want it.

I want him.

In every way.

The thought makes me shudder.

“So no fucking anyone else?” I ask coyly.

The vein in the side of his temple throbs. “Absolutely not.”

I’m playing with fire here. I can already feel the heat. Even though it should make me nervous, it does the opposite. I feel safe and absolutely turned on.

“I told you once I’d do anything for you,” I say, staring into his eyes. “And I don’t want to be questioned about it again.”

His smirk is foreplay.

I move backward against the tub until the edge hits the backs of my knees. Jason takes a step forward until his chest nearly touches mine. His cologne envelops me in pheromones, and if he asks me to strip right now, I will.

His feet are on the other side of mine, caging me in. His cock brushes against my stomach, and all it would take is one touch, and I’d explode.

“So that settles it then,” I say, my chest rising and falling quickly. “I’m going to be your wife in every aspect of the word.”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. I want to rise up and lick it—grip his muscled shoulders and pull him into me. He must read my mind because he pulls a minuscule distance away.

“For the next six months, you’re mine,” he says, his voice rough. “If you want out, all you have to do is ask. But until you do ask, I will treat you like I think you should be treated.”

“How’s that?”

The twinkle in his eye is divine.

“With respect.” He brushes a strand of hair off my shoulder, making me shiver. “With attention.” His hand wraps around my neck under my hairline. “With kindness.” He leans in and kisses me just under my earlobe.

Oh . I moan softly. I might melt right here.

His lips hover over my ear. “And I’m going to give you so many orgasms that you’ll be begging me to stop,” he whispers.

I’ve kept my attraction to Jason in check for years, but nothing will stop me from acting on it now. The light is most definitely bright, glaring green.

I reach between us and cup his cock in my hand.

He gasps, then grunts as he flexes against me, his eyes hooding.

“While I’m going to hold you to that promise, I’m also going to reciprocate,” I whisper back. “As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about taking you in my mouth right now and showing you just how grateful I am for your kindness.”

He grips my face with both hands, his mouth hovering over my lips. I sink against the tub as my pussy aches, begging for relief.

Begging for him.

“I’m not touching you until we’re married,” he whispers back, grinning deviously.

I gasp. “ What ?”

“I have to be sure you aren’t agreeing to this now just because you want my cock.”

My laughter is thick with frustration. “You’re really going to make me wait?”

He blows against my lips, making me moan. “You’re going to wait.” Then he pulls away without making contact.

“I’m glad it’s so easy for you.” Even I can hear the need in my voice. “Maybe I don’t want to marry you after all.”

“Chloe, I’ve wanted your pussy since the day I saw you in Coffee and Cream. Every day, I climb into that shower and jack off while imagining your mouth covering my cock, and I climb into that bed and think about how you’d feel stretched around me.”

He lifts a brow as his words land.

“You can find out right now,” I say, my insides vibrating with need.

“I’ve shown an enormous amount of restraint for three years. Waiting another day or two to get what I want, even if it’s only for six months, is not that hard.” He grins devilishly. “It’ll make that pussy even sweeter.”

Holy shit.

“Now let’s go,” he says, walking away without waiting for an answer.

I pick my jaw off the floor and follow him, too mind-blown to find a proper retort.

He’s been thinking about me all these years? Holy shit.

We move silently through the house and out the back door. He pauses to instruct the movers about where to put my things, then he guides me into the guesthouse—all without so much as brushing against me accidentally.

I glare at him as he enters the guesthouse behind me, ensuring to keep his distance. Bastard.

“Oh, Chloe,” Mimi says, beaming. “You should see this place.”

I take in the sweet, simple casita with smooth tile, a tidy little kitchen, and a door opening to a bedroom. It’s exactly what I would dream for her. It’s perfect.

I glance over my shoulder at Jason, the hunger in my eyes telling him I’ll be thanking him for this, too. He winks.

“Thank you for letting me stay here, Jason,” she says, reaching for a hug. “You’re a good boy.”

My chest fills with warmth as they embrace.

“Now, when are you two getting married?” she asks.

“Um, I think we’re still working out the details,” I say, uncertain.

“Saturday,” Jason says. “What do you think about Vegas, Mimi?”

She wrinkles her nose. “Vegas? I don’t want to go to Vegas. You two go and enjoy yourselves. I’ll be fine here.”

“You can’t miss our wedding,” I say. “You have to be there.”

“Your wedding day is about you, not me. All I want for you is to enjoy yourself. Even if I’m there, I’ll worry I’m in the way. I’ll be too tired to be out doing shots with you at two in the morning.”

Jason chuckles.

“Meems,” I say, shaking my head.

“Go on,” she says. “Have fun. Have lots and lots of sex.”

“ Mimi! ”

“I’d be riding that man like a pony, Chloe.”

My eyes are wide, and I don’t dare look at Jason even though I know he’s looking at me.

“Can we not do this right now?” I ask, fanning my face. “Besides, we can’t leave you alone. I don’t want you to fall.”

“ Yes, you can . I’m not going to fall here.

And I love you, Chloe, but I think I’m going to like having a bit of time alone for a change.

And I can go sit outside.” She rests her head on the back of the recliner.

“Greta isn’t here to drive me crazy. I can watch my shows in peace.

You go marry that stud and work on babies and let me relax. ”

I steal a glance at Jason. He’s looking at the floor, chuckling softly.

“I can’t just leave you,” I say, my stomach stirring at the thought of having Jason all to myself.

“My housekeeper, Mara, could check on you,” Jason offers, lifting his chin. “She’s worked for me for ten years. She’s practically family. I can even ask her to stay while we’re gone.” He looks at me. “She does that sometimes for various purposes and usually doesn’t mind. I can ask.”

“Ask.” Mimi says it too quickly for me to get a word in. “I want you two out of here.”

“Mimi, he’ll have to pay her. Let’s not be too quick to ask for things.”

She laughs. “Sweetheart, he has the money. And if you haven’t noticed how he looks at you, I’m pretty sure he’d sell the moon to have you all alone.”

Jason’s grin knocks me sideways.

“Chloe, I’ve wanted your pussy since the day I saw you in Coffee and Cream. Every day, I climb into that shower and jack off while imagining your mouth covering my cock, and I climb into that bed and think about how you’d feel stretched around me.”

With that visual in my head, there’s no way I can say no.

So I shrug. “Ask her.”

Jason takes his phone out of his pocket and makes a call.