As soon as Hannah rides away in her uncle’s car, Justin is on me. I had his tie tucked into my jeans pocket and I pull it out. “Ah ah ah. Not so fast. You promised.”

He eyes me. “You seriously want to tie me up?”

“I’ve wanted to tie you up since I met you.”

“What a dirty sixteen-year-old you were.”

“At the airport in Boston, Justin! Not when I was a kid.”

“Let me have my fantasy,” he murmurs, leaning into my neck and working hungry kisses into my skin while his hands explore. “You tying me to my chair while Mr. Cooper droned on and on.”

Laughing I push him away and head for the stairs, snapping the tie against a wall. “Get up there and get naked.”

Suddenly I’m in the air, lifted off the ground before I’ve reached the first step.

“Oh, yeah?” He smiles as he carries me, cradled in his strong arms up to our room. “Maybe I’m going to tie you up. Ever thought of that?” Before I have a chance to argue his mouth devours mine.

God, I missed him. Four days and three nights apart was absolutely torture.

And he’s right. I’m tired of what I do for a living. It’s been parties for years now, long before moving here. While they’re fun, they’re not making a difference in anyone’s lives. There are always other wedding planners to take my place. No one would die, be hurt, or barely even whine if I switched careers.

Plus, this is my life, right?

Justin smiles down at me as he stops in front of our bed. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar. I was kissing you and then you vanished.”

“I was thinking it might be more fulfilling to work with you.”

His eyes go wide and he throws me onto the bed with a loud, “Yes! Come with me!” He heads for his walk-in closet and snatches three more ties off their rack. “We’ll home-school Hannah and she can fly back and forth, too. I know people gripe about a child needing stability but with the two of us there, she’ll have more than most get these days.” Muttering to himself, “Which is fucked up,” he runs his hands up my legs, aiming to unzip these jeans.

“Oh shit. Are you really going to tie me up?” I back up against the headboard.

I swear to God, the damned Devil is in his smirk. “Why do you think I picked out this four poster bed? Because I have a thing for the classics?”

“No no no no…I’m ticklish.”

“Bullshit.” He grabs my legs and slides me to him, unbuttoning my jeans while I start pulsing with excitement. And fear.

“You have control issues,” I whimper.

“Yes, I want to control you.” He undresses me, kissing every bit of flesh that becomes exposed, spending extra time on my nipples while I moan and claw at his button up shirt.

“I want this off, Justin.”

“I don’t care what you want. This is about what I want.” He licks my arm and laces our fingers together, pulling my wrist up to one bedpost and tying it in place. The desire in his eyes as he ties up my other arm has me writhing. As I open my mouth to say something he holds my eyes with a warning and growls, “Do you want me to gag you, too?”

I shake my head.

“Me neither. I like the sounds you make. But no words. Got it?” I nod. “Good girl.”

His nails rake down my sides and one after the other my legs are spread and tied to the posts. He glances to the window and smirks. “Probably should close the curtains. Or do you want them to watch?”

I glare at him and my lips part, but he jumps on me and comes within inches of my face. “No talking, Jaimie.” His tongue touches my lips and I crane my neck for a kiss but he pulls away, knowing that not giving me what I want is going to make me ache harder for it.

He closes the curtains and stands at the end of the bed, taking his time appreciating my body. “Your pussy is glistening,” he groans, unbuttoning his shirt.

The tattoo he and his brothers all share peeks out, but Justin doesn’t take the shirt off all the way yet because he gets distracted. “I have to tongue you.” He dives down and grabs my ass, lifting me off the bed to eat me out. My moans get higher pitched as he lashes my cunt up and down and in circles, diving in and out, making a meal of me. His fingers claw into my ass and rake down my thighs until one of his hands travels to help, two of his fingers penetrating me.

“God, I love the sounds you’re making.” He finger fucks me until I cum, tied up, the submission terrifying and euphoric, screaming and moaning in unabashed ecstasy.

Buttons go flying as Justin rears up and rips off his shirt. He jumps off and stands at the foot of the bed to slowly unzip his zipper, sliding his pants over a roaring erection. I whimper at the sight of it. I want him inside me so badly.

Cock dangling, he climbs on the bed with green eyes locked on mine. Just when I think he’s going to fuck me he keeps crawling and hovers his crimson tip in front of my mouth. “Lick me,” he says through gritted teeth. “Suck.”

My eyelids go heavy with need and I touch my tongue to the tip of his cock. He closes his eyes for a second, completely into it, so I lift my head, lick my lips, and wrap my mouth around him.

“Oh fuck yes,” he groans, moving his hips slowly. He’s too big for me to get all the way to his base, so he just sways back and forth, watching me take him in as much as I can, getting off on every second of it. He hisses when I run my tongue under the tip and pulls out to dive down between my legs, licking me just once and kissing the trembling skin outside.

He’s got this crooked, diabolical smile as he rubs my clit with his thumb and presses the mushroom tip barely inside me. I love how that tattoo on his pec pulses with the motion, and how his muscles flex on his forearm. “You want some good hard fucking now?”

I moan my answer.

“You can speak.”

“Please fuck me!”

“Please fuck me, sir,” he corrects me. “If you’re going to be working for me, I want it to be known who’s boss.”

“You’re kidding right?”

He slams his cock into me and I cry out with pleasure.

“Does it feel like I’m kidding,” he rasps on his knees, his thumb lightly rubbing the side of my clit.

“No!”

“Say it, Jaimie.”

I moan as he starts to move, “Oh God, yes, please fuck me, sir.”

His hips are incredibly hot as they undulate back and forth, side-to-side, sometimes slow circles. His cock is all mine. And I love calling him sir, no matter how far we’ve come as women. In bed, he is my master. And I want him to own me. So I say it.

“Own me,” I moan.

He falls on top of me and shoves his tongue in my mouth, fucking me harder.

“Claim me,” I moan against his panting lips.

He groans the sexiest of sounds and kisses me again, gasping into my lips as the pounding increases in roughness.

“I’m yours, sir. Yours and only yours, sir.” I slip my tongue in his mouth and he grunts and grabs my ass with one hand, the back of my head with the other, filling me to the hilt with every thrust, slamming into me over and over. I cry out as an orgasm rips me in half. He roars and unleashes his seed inside me until there’s nothing more to give.

Catching his breath he looks into my eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper on a happy smile.

Justin and I stay like this, kissing for the longest time. Me tied up, him tracing my skin with his fingernails, still inside me. When he reaches up and undoes one of the straps I moan, “No…” and he smirks, ignoring my objections. Soon I’m wrapped around his naked body, ties on the floor, and we’re making out on top of the covers until he grows hard again.

He takes me again. And again. We don’t know it right now but nine months later our twins, Elijah and Gabriel, will be born. Tonight we just know we love each other, and there is nowhere we’d rather be than here, doing whatever the hell we want to. Whatever turns us on. Whatever the other one wants to do. Kissing for hours. All of it intoxicating and filled with passion and loyalty.

“I have to sleep now, Justin,” I purr after he rolls off me for the third time.

He jumps off the bed and says, “I’ve gotta get some water. You want some?”

“Oh God, yes please.” Off his look I add, “Sir!”

He chuckles and I hear his footsteps happily making their way down the stairs. Burrowing into the pillow I tug our goose-down comforter up around my shoulders, enjoying the warmth. If he doesn’t get back soon I’ll be asleep, I can feel it. So tired in the best way.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he whispers.

I open my eyes a crack. “Did I drift off?”

“You sure did.”

“Is that whiskey?”

He glances to the glass in his hands. “Yes.” He’s half across on the bed by our pillows, half kneeling on the floor, naked.

I inhale the aroma and my eyebrows rise up. “Is that Jameson whiskey?”

His smile changes from amused to something different. “You want some?”

“I guess so,” I rise up to sitting and take the glass from him. Looking inside I see a diamond ring in the bottom and my eyes go huge. “Justin!”

“Jaimes. Jaimie. Lady Jameson. I told you once no woman has ever had power over me. I take that back. Will you be my wife? I don’t ever want to be without you.”

Tears spring to my eyes and I nod, unable to speak at first. “Yes,” I whisper as he takes me in his arms. “I love you so much, Justin.”

“Well, then you better drink up because how else are we going to get that ring out?”

I take a little sip and give him one, too. He kisses me and when I taste whiskey on his lips I remember the first kiss we shared when we pretended to be married.

Impatiently, with the glass still half-full, Justin digs it out and slides it onto my ring finger, sucking the drops off my skin while I laugh at him. Tossing the glass on his nightstand, he tackles me, hard again as he murmurs against my lips, “You’re going to take my last name, right?”

“Mmm, not sure. You should convince me.”

His eyes darken as he reaches for the ties again.

“Oh no no!” I laugh.

“Oh yes yes,” he smirks.

I grab his hips and hurriedly say, “Mrs. Jaimie Cocker! I like the sound of that.”

He grins, drops the ties and pulls me on top of him. “As hard as it is to believe…me too.”