Page 71 of Brewer Family Collection, Part 1

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?”

Her heels click against the floor until she stops in front of me. Her eyelids are smoky, and her lashes are thick. Her lips are a pinkish hue that I’d love to see on my cock. Fuck, I’m one lucky man.

She leans to me, pressing her mouth roughly against mine. The taste of champagne is on her breath as her tongue swipes against my lips. I open for her, and she deepens the kiss, her tongue stroking mine like she owns it.

Like she owns me.

How quickly she learns.

She breaks it far too soon with a devious look in her eye.

“Is something wrong?” I smirk, knowing exactly what she’s worked up about.

She gives me a pointed look over her shoulder and returns to the bottle of champagne.

“Imagine my surprise when I arrive in Halcyon this afternoon intending to take a picture in the store to send to you and then leave,” she says, pouring us each a drink.

“Only to discover that Nadia, the store manager, was not only waiting for me, but had already pulled quite a selection of things for me to try on.”

I take the glass and nod as if this is new information. “This Nadia must be good at her job.”

“That or she was enticed to do a good job by a certain billionaire with far more money than sense, it seems.”

I hum, taking a sip of my drink.

“Do you know how many things they sent back with me?” she asks, lifting a brow.

“They didn’t even ask me. I tried something on, and Nadia decided whether she liked it.

Then I was handed the next thing. Everything that passed her inspection—twenty-two items, Jason—was delivered to this room.

” She blinks. “Did you hear that? Twenty-two overpriced garments.”

“How curious.”

“How curious, my ass.”

I grin. “Your ass does look amazing tonight. How would you feel if I played with that a little?”

Her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush. “Don’t distract me.”

“Sorry. As you were saying …”

She sighs in exasperation. “That was almost forty thousand dollars .”

“I can’t wait to see it all on you.”

“You’re not listening to me.”

I roll my eyes and set my glass down. “Do you not like it?”

“Yes, but?—”

“Does it all fit you well?”

“Yeah, but?—”

“Does it not feel good on your body?”

“That’s not the point.”

I smile at her fledgling objections. “Then what is the point?”

“Maybe that’s not a lot of money to you, but it’s a lot of money to me. Like a lot . And I’m not comfortable spending that much cash on clothes.”

“Good thing it’s not your cash then.” It’s ours.

I swipe my glass off the counter and refill it.

It’s a good thing I haven’t mentioned that what’s mine is hers because I know exactly what her objections to that would be.

“Jason …”

I keep my back to her. “I work very hard, Chloe. I spend little time doing anything other than work. And I find one thing that gives me joy, and you want to steal that from me.”

Her silence lets me know I’m on the right track.

“I was just in a meeting with attorneys over a threat against my family. My father has decided to point the finger at Gannon and me—something Gannon doesn’t know yet.

While the action in question was absolutely done at his request, it’s a little murky and will, at the very least, cost us an exorbitant amount of time and even more stress. ”

I turn to her. She’s standing like a vixen in the middle of the kitchen, watching me warily.

She’s so damn beautiful that it takes my breath away. It’s not even her traditional beauty, although it’s that, too. It’s her sincerity. Her openness and honesty. The way her heart shines as brightly as her eyes.

I’m falling in love with her and falling fast and hard. And there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Do you know what got me through the morning?” I ask before taking another drink.

“ You . I imagined you shopping and having lunch inside the store. I knew they’d fawn over you and care for you.

” I drink again, holding her hesitant gaze.

“I don’t give a fuck about money, Chloe.

I have it. A lot of it. I’ve worked for some of it, and some I had given to me.

But I watched my father and my mother, to some degree, waste their lives in a quest to have more of it.

And I can’t help but think that if they’d spent some of that energy and money on each other, things would’ve worked out differently. ”

She narrows her eyes, as if she’s mulling that over.

“I told you I was going to spoil you and treat you like I think you should be treated,” I remind her.

“If you don’t like this, say the word, and I’ll stop.

But don’t say you don’t like it because you think you’re taking too much.

Because coming in here tonight and seeing you like this—confident and sexy—it’s worth every fucking penny to me. ”

She lifts her chin as a slow smile draws across her lips. She takes my hand and pulls me through the penthouse and, naturally, my attention is glued to her ass as she pulls me behind her.

I have no idea where we’re going or if she’s still pissy. But her ring is on her finger, her hand’s in mine, and we’re entering the bedroom. All good signs.

The closet door is open, and bags line a bedroom wall.

She leads me to the foot of the bed and then stops. I lift a brow. She grins.

“I’m sorry,” she says, reaching for my tie. “This is just taking me a little bit to get used to, and I’m afraid to get too used to it.”

“Why?”

Her gaze flips to mine briefly before it drops back to my neck. “Because this isn’t my actual life. It’s my temporary one.”

Only if you want it to be. But I don’t say that. It feels like pressing my luck.

“I should say thank you,” she says, pulling my tie off and tossing it on the bed.

Then she goes to work on my shirt buttons.

“You’ve done so much for me and my grandmother.

I can’t begin to understand where you find the time to pull all of this off—my ring, the gifts, Mimi’s bed. It never ends with you.”

I grin. “Do you know one thing that’s bothered me all day?”

“What’s that?”

“I forgot your coffee this morning.”

She laughs, pushing my shirt over my shoulders. “Totally ruined my day.”

“You can believe I won’t forget again.”

“I’ll forgive you if you do.”

Her hands move at my groin, her knuckles grazing over my cock. I hiss a breath as she pulls the zipper down. She grins in return.

“So are you going to keep the clothes?” I ask, slipping off my shoes, socks, and pants.

“Do you want me to?”

“Of course, I want you to.” I lean forward, kissing the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. “I want to be inside you right now.”

She steps away, turning in a circle—toying with me with her eyes as she moves. I notice every dip of her waist, every curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, and the way her thighs touch in the center.

Every piece of her is perfect. Just like I knew it would be.

I grab myself, stroking slowly from root to tip.

“You made me feel like a princess today,” she says, moving close enough for me to touch her with my free hand. “I want to make you feel good now, too.”

I slide my hand between her legs, slipping my finger through her wet pussy. The feel of her slick slit makes my cock pulse.

“You can stand right there and let me touch you. I’ll come in a minute,” I say, teeth gritted together.

She places her hands on my shoulders and pushes me back on the bed. “Lie back.”

I scoot back until I’m lying completely on the bed. I grab a pillow and fashion it under my head. Chloe crawls onto the mattress, loose tendrils of hair falling into her face, and she makes her way up my body.

I take her face in my hands and bring her mouth to mine. Her lips are soft, molding against mine as I press kisses to them.

She straddles me, setting her pussy directly on my cock. The contact elicits a hiss from deep in my throat, and she groans, rocking herself across my length.

My hands fall to her chest, freeing her tits from the confines of the lingerie, making her moan as I roll her pebbled nipples between my fingers. She moans again as I lift my hips against her.

Chloe pulls away, her breaths ragged, and smiles. She climbs off me and faces away. “Unhook me, please.”