Page 67 of Brewer Family Collection, Part 1

Chloe

“ I ’m glad the building isn’t burning down, or we’d be dead,” I say, tapping my heel against the elevator floor.

Jason chuckles beside me, a smug grin on his face. “May I point out that if the building was on fire, we should be taking the stairs?”

“Now isn’t the time for logic, Mr. Brewer. You know what I mean.”

Could this thing take any longer to get us from the garage to the penthouse?

The bell chimes, and the elevator comes to a stop. The doors open onto the landing in front of Renn’s door. My heartbeat is in my ears as I step gingerly onto the tile, my knees wobbling with anticipation.

Jason takes his time getting the fob out of his pocket and has the audacity to whistle some silly little tune while he unlocks the door. Meanwhile, I stand behind him, trying desperately not to turn into a pool at his feet—or strangle him.

Finally, the door swings open, so I start to move around him, but he sweeps me off my feet.

I shriek in surprise, wrapping my arm around his neck as my legs dangle over his arms. “What are you doing?” I ask, laughing.

“Carrying you over the threshold.”

“I didn’t peg you to be so traditional.”

He smirks. “You’re never going to peg me. Let’s get that straight right now.”

I laugh as we enter the penthouse. Jason flips on a light in the foyer—and I gasp.

Candles flicker strategically around the space, the light bouncing off the glass in the atrium. The air is warm and rich, scented with a creamy spiciness that stirs something in my belly.

“It was the best I could do since you decided to change plans and get married tonight,” he says, kicking the door closed behind us.

I try to respond but can’t find the words.

He peers down at me with a reverence that steals my breath.

The weight of the ring on my finger is suddenly heavy, and I hold it up.

Even in the low light, it’s stunning. Nine small diamonds form a halo around a large transitional cut diamond in the center of the cluster.

The platinum band is perfect against my skin.

It’s understated and eye-catching at the same time.

It’s absolute perfection.

“We need to talk about this ring,” I say, dragging in a breath.

He readjusts his grip on me. Concern etches across his face. “Do you not like it?”

“Jason , really ?” I smile up at him. “This is the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen, and it’s entirely too much. Tell me you rented it or something.”

His shoulders fall as he exhales.

“You bought it, didn’t you?” I ask.

He carries me into the atrium. “Of course, I bought it.”

“I don’t want to know how much this cost. It would make me sick.”

“That’s a good mindset. Hold on to that.”

“What do you mean?” I ask as he sits me on the marble table.

He plants one hand on either side of me and peers into my eyes. “Don’t ask what things cost.”

“It’s the first thing that goes through my mind. I can’t help it.” I glance at the sparkler again. “I’ll give this back when this is over. And, speaking of that, I haven’t signed a prenup and, as your EA, I’m panicking over that piece of missing paperwork.”

He grins, the candles reflecting in his eyes. “We need to set a few ground rules, I think.”

“I agree.”

“I bet you do.” He licks his lips, trying not to chuckle. “You promised me you wouldn’t worry about anything. Remember?”

“Yes, but?—”

“And I warned you that I was going to spoil you.”

I hold up a finger. “Okay, yes, but?—”

“You’re only my EA at work. I don’t want to hear a word about the office when we’re not in the office.

I’m aware that you haven’t signed a prenup.

It’s slightly offensive that you think I’ve forgotten.

Also, you aren’t giving me the ring back, as I’ll spend my money any way I damn well please, and I expect you to spend it on whatever pleases you, too. ”

My eyes widen. Has this man lost his mind ? “I think you’re just really horny right now and aren’t thinking clearly.”

“Have you ever known me to be clouded by emotion and misspeak?”

“Not once,” I whisper, my insides quivering at the look he’s giving me.

He leans closer, the intensity in his stare causing my heart to pound. My mouth to go dry. My thighs to clench.

“You’re Mrs. Brewer,” he says, the words brushing against my lips. “Act like it.”

Oh, fuck.

His smirk sets off a combustion inside me—a wild desperation for this man.

Jason’s mouth finds mine, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. Each pinch has me squirming, panting—ready to beg for more.

“Do you want to know my biggest problem with you?” he asks, pressing kisses across my jaw and down my throat.

I tip my head back and wind my fingers through his hair. “Not really.”

He chuckles against my throat. The sound reverberates through me and gathers in my core.

“My biggest problem is that I don’t know where to start.” He loops his thumbs into the sleeves of my dress and slips them down my shoulders. “I want all of you all at once.”

I pull my arms out of my dress. Jason shoves it down until it pools at my waist, the air washing against my exposed nipples.

His mouth’s on mine once again. Our kisses grow hurriedly. Frantic . His tongue dances with mine as I fiddle with his belt.

“You could’ve done me a favor,” I breathe between kisses. “And not worn this stupid belt. I didn’t wear panties to make this easy for you.”

“ Fuck ,” he mutters between my lips, sliding his hands up my thighs.

His palms are rough. The pressure from his fingertips sear into my skin. The contact has my breath stuttering as he inches closer to my sex.

Finally, the belt loosens, and I quickly work on his pants. My hands fumble with the button—too excited to be smooth—and manage to get them over his hips. I waste no time ridding him of his shirt.

His mouth works against mine, demanding attention despite his touch below. My hands roam over his chest and shoulders, mapping the ridges and valleys. He seizes my hips in his firm grip—his fingers splayed onto my ass, and his thumbs pointed at my groin.

I think I might die.

“You weren’t joking,” he says regarding my pantiless state, biting hard enough on my lip to make me squeal before releasing it.

He pulls away, leaving me gasping for air.

His eyes are wild, his chest heaving, and my muscles clench with anticipation.

“Lie back.” He puts a hand under my back, guiding me flat against the table. His eyes hold mine, taking me in. “My God, you’re perfect.”

I observe him shirtless for the first time since he wouldn’t get ready for our wedding in front of me. It was one of his torture tactics, but I secretly enjoyed it. It was sweet in a frustrating kind of way.

A thick line of muscle extends from his neck to the edges of his shoulders. The taper down to his waist is definitive. His body is hard and mouthwatering, but his confidence has me withering.

His hands leisurely roam up the insides of my thighs, pausing to press his fingertips into my skin midway to my slit.

There’s no humor, no playfulness in his features.

Just something akin to adoration that has me reeling.

It makes me think of those incredible, inconceivable words Jason said earlier.

“So, in the spirit of transparency, I’ve known for a long time that if I were ever to marry anyone … you were the only choice.”

That sentence has rolled around in my mind since he uttered it. You were the only choice.

So this is what feeling special feels like.

And now, with this look of reverence, I’m buzzing with need. It’s barely contained desire for the man pulling my knees into a bent position. With his eyes locked on mine, he drags me to the edge of the table with assistance from my dress that is now entirely bunched at my waist.

Candles burn on the table's far side, casting shadows across Jason’s face. It gives his handsome features a moody, sexier edge that does nothing to help me from not coming.

He strokes himself a few times, his gaze glued to my pussy, before kneeling between my legs.

“I seriously might come if you touch me,” I say, blowing out a breath.

“Then prepare to come.”

“I— oh, my God !”

My back arches off the table as his mouth covers my mound.

Despite thinking about this moment for the past twelve hours, I’m in shock. Unprepared. Wholly in over my head as Jason licks through my wetness and toys with my clit.

My knees fall farther apart, giving him access and permission to take what he wants. Preferably all of me.

“You have to tell me what you like,” he says, kissing my bud.

“All of it.” I barely get the words out before I hiss as he slides a finger deep inside me.

“I’m going to need you to be more specific.” He adds another finger. “My first job as your husband is to learn how to please you.”

I groan, the room starting to spin. “This works.”

His chuckle is deep and gravelly—and hot as fuck. “Then how about this?”

He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking lightly enough to almost sting.

“That’s so good ,” I say as clearly as I can through the tension in my throat.

“You taste sweet.” The sound of his tongue against my wet flesh makes me shiver. “I can’t wait to watch you come on my face.”

“Keep going, and you’re going to get your wish.”

“I’ve already gotten my wish,” he whispers before licking along the inside of my thigh.

I tremble under his touch, two seconds from exploding. I’ve waited too long for this to hold back much longer.

The pressure builds inside me, assisted by the steady rhythm of Jason’s fingers.

“Look at me,” he demands, giving me no chance to object.

I lift my head to watch his face lower against my pussy.

“I want you to watch me enjoy you,” he says, his eyes burning into mine. His hands slide beneath my ass. “Watch me enjoy my wife .”

I reach for him, threading my fingers into his hair as he lowers his mouth to me again. I brace myself, knowing he’s going to let me fall apart.

The assault between my legs is immediate and glorious. And the sight of Jason framed between my thighs is like nothing I could’ve imagined.

The roar of an orgasm hits me fast and hard. I buck against Jason’s face, unable to contain a scream that pierces the air. The intensity is too much. The fierceness of the climax more than I can take. I try to wiggle back, to push on Jason’s head, but his grip on my bottom is too strong.

“Jason!” I moan, my eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t take it!”

His tongue flicks against me, sending shocks of powerful jolts through my body. “Yes, you can.”

“I can’t.” Tears fill in the corners of my eyes. “I can’t, Jason. Dammit .”

He sits back, slowing his fingers until every wave of pleasure has been milked from my orgasm. Then he slides them out. I shiver.

His lips are shiny from my cum. He drags a finger over them and grins devilishly.

I think I might like this marriage thing just fine.

“All of that,” I say, laughing softly. “I liked all of that.”

“I could tell.”

His chuckle mixes with mine as he stands. He makes quick work out of finding a condom and rolling it down his length.

“Come here,” he says, offering me a hand. He helps me up and onto my jelly legs. “I need to fuck you right now.”

“Please.”

I swipe a thumb across his lips, earning a smile from him. Then I place a kiss against him before allowing him to turn me around.

He bends me over the table. My breasts are flat against the cool stone, and my arms are stretched across it. Our reflection shines back at us in the oversized windows.

Seeing Jason’s naked body positioned behind mine with his cock in his hand, looking at me like I’m a prize, makes my mouth water.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, smiling at him through the reflection. “Fuck me.”

He hooks his fingers around the front of my hips and angles my ass to him. I look for something to hold on to and brace myself against, but there’s nothing.

I’m at his mercy.

The head of his cock parts my swollen lips and sits at my opening.

“Remember to tell me what you like,” he says, swirling his cock around my hole. “I want to hear you, Chloe.”

“I’m sure you— fuck !”

He thrusts into me in one long, hard stroke, completely filling me. I sink back against him as he plunges inside me again. Then again.

“Watch us in the glass,” he demands, his fingertips digging into my waist. “Look at how fucking gorgeous you are.”

I look at our reflection, but I don’t notice me. All I can see is him.

He’s power and confidence, strength and sex. His muscles flex, a show of their own, as he pounds into me from behind.

“I like that,” I say, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Do you want it harder?”

“Yes.”

He grips me tighter and drives into me.

The fire in my pussy. The burn of his hands. The sting of my chest grinding against the table.

The heat in his gaze.

The sensations are too numbered and too intense, and when mixed—it’s all too much.

“I’m going to come,” I warn as my body begins to tremble. “I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t stop it.” He groans, his pelvis hitting against my backside. “I want to feel you on my cock.”

My final band of control snaps. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me, drowning me in its bliss.

“That’s it,” he says, sliding into me one last time. He’s buried so deep as he groans that I can feel his release. “ Fuck .”

I force my eyes open to watch him.

Head back. Throat exposed. His muscles strained as he swirls his hips against me.

“Look at me,” I say with surprising clarity. “I want to watch you enjoy me.”

His eyes open—heated and hooded. A sheen of sweat coats his delicious body. His throat flexes as his orgasm fades.

My God . My heart skips a beat. I’ve never seen anyone so sexy, and I’ve never witnessed a better sight in my life.

He heaves a breath, growing still behind me. I’m rewarded with a soft smile as he pulls out of me.

I tingle from head to toe.

“You, Mrs. Brewer, are a force to be reckoned with.”

I turn, my dress draping down my body, covering me again. “You can reckon me any time you want.”

He scoops me up like he did before. This time, he kisses me softly before he moves through the room.

“Where are we going?” I ask, my fingers toying with the back of his hair.

He grins. “To reckon with you again.”