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Jamie had felt taken, beholden, and claimed in all sorts of manners before, but this was her first time feeling like she washers. This was what it meant. This was what it truly meant to be owned by Etta Coleman, a woman who could have anything she wanted. She wanted Jamie. She also wanted her ass, and she damn well got it when she asked for it.

She was falling into a type of surrender she didn’t even know possible. She still felt it when Etta pulled out, leaving her open in more than one place. She felt herself surrender to her and every whim she could conjure when Etta inserted the blue toy into her pussy, lodging it deep inside – and in that position, it would be difficult for her to accidentally push it out in the throes of lovemaking. She even claimed surrender when Etta pulled the underwear from her pocket and shoved them in Jamie’s mouth, quickly muttering how she could signal a safe word if necessary whilst removing her pants. She definitely,definitelysurrendered her heart, body, and soul when Etta fucked her ass again.

Jamie couldn’t speak. She couldn’t make a sound, and not because she had her lingerie in her mouth. Even if she wanted to speak, her body wouldn’t let her. She was beyond her body. In some other realm. Heaven? Not quite. Definitely a glimpse of a paradise that existed beyond her mortal coil. The type of place a person could not visit for long without permanently losing their mind – but having a taste of it was good enough from time to time. More than enough… because Jamie had never felt this close to her fiancée before.

She released reality when Etta sat up, bracing her hands against her back as she slammed her hips against her ass. Between her, the toy in her pussy, and the sensations of the world around her fading to black, Jamie shot off into the stratosphere and felt…

Well, she wasn’t sure if it was one giant orgasm that lasted half her lifetime, or if it was one after another for infinity, but she was no longer inher body and didn’t care to come back. She had never been filled like this before. Not by one woman, for sure. That one woman was in the midst of quickly losing herself too. Jamie may have been a million miles away, but she heard her groan in climax.

It wasn’t until Etta came from her own stimulation that Jamie realized that she had been screaming on her lingerie this entire time. Sensation returned to her. Gravity was heavy, ridiculous, and utterly unnecessary. Yet here it was, pulling Jamie onto the bed and making her face what Etta gloriously did to her.

“Fuck me, ma’am!” she was crying, words muffled but recognizable. “Fuck me!”

She collapsed when the orgasm passed. Etta slowly eased out of her, and the first – and last thing – Jamie felt before slipping into unconsciousness was her fiancée’s sigh hitting the air. She slipped on top of her, a single kiss hitting her cheek as she said goodnight to the world around her.

Chapter 38

“Should we get matching rings?” Jamie asked, surveying the set on display in one of the city’s most exclusive jewelers. “Or should we get whatever we both want?”

Etta’s hand squeezed her side, arm wrapped cozily around her. The salesperson stood before them, bedecked in a designer sweater dress and wearing the type of perfume Jamie usually only smelled on a banker’s rich wife. “I’m fine with somewhat matching… although I don’t want to get too crazy. I’ll leave the gems to you. I’m a simple woman, you know.”

Jamie caught the humor in her words and laughed.Simple. Yeah. Sure. Oh, Etta could be simple in many ways, but they were both thinking of anything but themany ways.

They were two days separated from one of the greatest rounds in bed they ever enacted. Jamie woke up Saturday fatigued yet refreshed. Okay, so her body was fatigued… but her soul was so refreshed that she remained in awe that Etta loved her so much. Since then, her fiancée had barely stopped touching her. Etta’s arm was always around her, fingers dancing on her skin, and eyes taking in her hair, clothes, and the sparkle on her face.

“I want to get something that goes with this.” Jamie pointed to her ring. “Because I never wanna stop wearing it.”

“May I suggest…” the saleswoman began. “Many women switch to wearing their engagement ring on another hand, or have it set into a necklace.”

“Why, thank you.” Nevertheless, Jamie didn’t like the idea of taking her engagement ring off… like, ever. “If we go this route, though,” she kept saying to Etta, “we could get matching bands. Oh, maybe with inscriptions!”

Her perfume came dangerously close to Jamie’s nose. “I’d like that.”

Hilariously enough, wedding ring shopping was one of the easiest things they had yet to do for the wedding. Jamie put the lack of a dress and maid of honor out of her head. They were entering May already, but there was still plenty of time, right?

“I hope you don’t mind that we swing by my lawyer’s before heading home,” Etta said as they exited the jeweler’s.

“On a Sunday?”

“Did you see where we were on a Sunday?”

“Right.”She does a lot of personal business on Sundays.When a woman was wealthy, people opened stores and offices for her even on a Sunday. Why not? It meant damn good business. “I don’t mind.”

“It could take a while.”

“That’s fine! I’ve got some work of my own to go over.” Jamie had a voicemail from Kathleen to go through, for example. Ever since she proved to not flake out on the haggard champion of charity, Kathleen had started assigning her star volunteer more work on the pet haven project. “Paw Meadows,” as it was going to be called, still needed outside funding and a board to head it. Jamie’s job was to research potential candidates outside of Kathleen’s web of (shitty, unresponsive) contacts.

They got in the Town Car and headed farther into downtown. Etta was on her phone and Jamie was nose-deep in her notebook. Nevertheless, they were attached at the hip, Etta stroking her fiancée’s hair asshe flipped through messages and grumbled about business this and economy that.

Jamie had only been to Etta’s lawyer’s office a few times, and most had never been for anything pleasant – like dealing with Jacqueline Love and the takeover Etta did a while back. Jamie had only gone with her to those meetings because her testimony was needed. Otherwise, she stayed away from legal shit.

But popping in with Etta shouldn’t have been a problem.

Haha. Shouldn’t have been.

Her first sign that something was wrong was Etta’s lawyer greeting her first. With a smile. The man never smiled.

Her second sign that she should start running, even if it meant leaving Etta’s warm hold for the first time in days?