Ninety-two days after matrimony…

“Tell me again how I got roped in to being the designated drop-off person?”

Jameson stared intently at me from the other end of our new kitchen table. “Okay, I know this is more than you bargained for, but all you have to do is hand them the file and say someone dropped it on your door step anonymously.”

I cocked my brow. “And what if they ask to see the security footage or something? What am I supposed to tell them then?”

“Reassure them they can call your building manager and acquire the footage.”

I steepled my fingers. “I have a better idea.”

Holding his chin in his hand, Jameson said, “Such as?”

“Why don’t we mail it in without a return address?”

He shook his head at me. “But how will we know that the papers ever made it there? What if they get lost? We’d be fucked, Eden. And I can’t hand over all the files because the Feds think it’s me.”

I perched my folded hands atop my head. “But that’s the proof to clear your name. Damn William for halting the Kaleidoscope deed transfer. And fuck him for icing you out. There has to be a better way.”

Jameson rose from his chair, rounded the table, then sat next to me. “We’ve been banned from the building, so this is the only thing I could think of. But if you can something else out, then I’m all in. I’ll gladly stack all my chips in your corner, baby.”

Closing my eyes, I tilted my head back. “Doesn’t William have a huge fundraiser coming up? The Windy City Architects Awards or whatever?”

Jameson bobbed his head up and down. “Yes, but—”

“I have an idea.” I rubbed my palms together. “We show up at the event.”

“I’m sure I’m banned from this event somehow, but go on,” he insists, intrigue twinkling in his eyes.

“I won’t be since no one knows we got married. And neither will Nathaniel or Charles for that matter.”

He shoots me a satisfied grin. “Touché.”

“We can have Nate notify the Feds of his suspicions and wear a wire to the event. Then he can get William nice and liquored up. Are you following?” I ask sarcastically.

“And you think Nate is capable of extracting information from him?”

I bite my lip. “Isn’t he? He is your friend, after all.”

“No, he’s not well versed in dickhead-father speak.” Jameson props his head up on bent elbows. “But you three can sneak me in and I can wear the wire. When he’s in a drunken stupor I’ll corner him and pick a fight. He’s bound to break under those circumstances.”

“Damn right he will,” I said, winking.

He grabbed me by the cheeks and pulled me closer. “God, I love you,” he mouthed over my lips.

“Who knew you could be so mushy all the time?” We both laughed.

“Who knew I’d fall in love with the world’s biggest pain in the ass?” he said and leaned in, kissing me again. This time he devoured my lips, leaving me breathless.

I kissed him back with added urgency. Jameson pulled away long enough to pick me up and carry me into our bedroom, where he threw me down and reached for the stash of sapphire ropes he now kept in our nightstand. A tingle sparked between my legs. I nearly let out a moan.

“I’ll never get enough of you tied to this bed.”

I wriggled closer to the headboard. “And I’ll never get enough of your Saturday morning bedhead.”

“Always with that mouth.” He smirked at me. “Now ask me nicely, Mrs. Winthrop.”

“I’ve never been really good at asking for things, Mr. Soon-to-Be Bossman.”

Jameson licked his bottom lip. “Well, Mrs. Soon-to-Be Co-Bosslady, I certainly hope you’re a quick learner.”

“Depends on my tutor.”

Jameson’s eyes glimmered with excitement. “Oh, well, he’s excellent from what I hear.”

“Is that so?”

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

I shook my head and covered my goofy grin with my fingers.

Jameson stared at me. “How’d I get so lucky?”

I tapped my pointer finger on my cheek. “Literally no idea.”

He grumbled something under his breath before he lowered his playful tone. “Tell me you want me inside you, princess,” he demanded, climbing toward me from the edge of the bed, rope in hand.

“I want you,” I managed to exhale. When he was finally hovering over me, I glanced up through my lashes into his big brown eyes.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His satisfied grin shined brighter when I blinked in agreement. He loved it when I gave in to his charms. “Now, hands above your head, dear wife.”

I gnawed my bottom lip while Jameson wrapped the ropes around my wrists. When he finished, he moved down my body, leaving a trail of almost-kisses in his wake. I let out more than one whimper. “Please.”

Jameson touched my breasts, circling my nipples with his tongue, and I begged for more. My husband’s hands and mouth traveled over every inch of my body, caressing, playing, touching. He skillfully brought me to the brink before retreating.

“I want you to drip. Only then will I fuck you,” he whispered in my ear.

His explicit words sent goosebumps across my skin, and my nipples puckered, hardening at his command. My breathing quickened. I tugged at the ropes binding my wrists.

He slid his hand down to my sex. “Spread your legs.”

I did as he said without a moment of hesitation. He slowly parted me, then pressed a finger into my wetness. I groaned. “Fuck.”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “You are so ready for me.”

I threw me head back, closing me eyes. “Yes. Please. I need you inside me.”

Jameson slid a second finger inside me. “Like this?”

I pushed my pelvis up, bucking into his tormenting fingers until the friction wasn’t enough anymore. “Fuck me.”

“Could have just asked me earlier,” he said, grabbing my hips and spinning me until I was facedown. My bare ass was now up in the air. “On your knees.”

Jameson adjusted me when I wiggled into position, sliding his thickness over my aching clit before thrusting inside me. My throbbing heart was now thumping louder than our groans. Each forceful drive came quicker than the last, until I couldn’t feel my limbs anymore. My body remained at the edge for a long while.

My husband’s breaths were shaky. His voice came out hoarse when he spoke. “I want you to come for me, Eden.”

“Oh fuck,” I bit out.

Jameson wrapped his arm around my hips, holding me up. With his free hand, he reached around and squeezed my nipple. My body shuddered and pulsed as the orgasm tore through me. My head spun, my limbs were limp; I’d lost myself in a haze and nearly passed out. As my fingers and toes continued to tingle from ecstasy, my mind refused to glide down from the cloud it floated on.

Jameson placed a soft kiss on my shoulder before reaching for the ropes. He began untying them. When all the knots were loose, I reached for his hardness. He groaned deep in his throat at my touch.

“Tell me what you want, dear husband.”

He sighed before smoothly reminding, “This isn’t part of our rules.” His attempt to derail me fell on deaf ears.

I squeezed him harder, and his cock throbbed in my palm. “Rules are made to be broken.”

“Eden . . .” he breathed.

“Say it.” I waited for his reply without stroking or squeezing his erection.

He threw his head back. “Make me come, princess.”

I lowered my lips to his round tip and used my tongue to tease him ever so slightly. Jameson let out a loud growl. It was all I needed to hear before taking him into my mouth. A few more grunts, and I sensed his impending explosion.

“God, you’re so incredible. I don’t deserve you,” he whispered between moans.

I lowered my grip from the bottom of his shaft to beneath his balls.

“No, you don’t,” I murmured back.

With those three little words and my skillful torment, he imploded. His sweet come filled my mouth; he always tasted amazing, and I could never get enough. Licking every last drop, I crawled back up and rested my head on his chest. He lifted his hand and stroked my hair.

In a nearly inaudible voice, he said, “I promise to spend the rest of our lives trying to fix that.”

I shut my eyes and savored the moment. “I won’t stop you.”