A text from Chelsea comes through asking me to meet her at Nathan’s Steakhouse. While I'm grabbing a black button down from my closet, my cell rings.

“Hey, Mom,” I answer.

“When are you coming over for dinner?” she asks.

“Soon,” I tell her, putting her on speaker so I can finish getting ready. “I've just been busy at work.”

“I got the latest issue,” she says. I tuck my shirt in and zip my black slacks. “I ordered the Viking wear to surprise your dad.”

“Mom, Christ, I don't need to know this.”

Fuck. Now I don't feel like eating.

“Oh, hush,” she says. “Someday you'll meet someone you'll want these things from.”

“Well...” I hesitate.

“Have you met someone, Jonah?” She sounds way too happy. I'm sure she's already planning our wedding. Except, I'm already married. “Who is she?”

“Actually, it's new and…”

“Jonah Marshall,” uh oh, when I get the first and last name I'm in trouble, “just tell me her name. Stop being so afraid of commitment.”

I run a little gel through my hair. She's right. I don't want to hide her from anyone. “Chelsea Sincock. The girl in the magazine.”

“Oh my god. The Viking maiden?”

“Yeah, Declan’s little sister.” I take her off speaker and head out. “I gotta go though, Mom. I’m meeting her for dinner.”

“Shame on you for dropping that and running off.” I smile. “Okay, your dad will be home soon, and I need to go anyways. I'll expect more details later.”

“You got it,” I say, hopping in my Jeep. We disconnect, and I drive across town to meet Chelsea.

When I enter the restaurant, she’s already waiting for me at a table. She looks stunning in a simple black dress that drapes slightly off one shoulder.

I could stare at her all night. Then, that damn memory crashes through me. Vegas. Marriage. A wedding between Chelsea and me. I need to tell her. I need to get it annulled.

I’ve lost my balls every time I should be telling her.

How do I tell her when everything’s going so well? Stress digs into my system, and I rub my beard as Declan comes up behind me, clasping his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” I ask.

He shrugs. “No clue. Chelsea told me to meet her here.”

She glows as we take a seat at the white-clothed table. A waiter serves a bottle of Bordeaux. The air is a bit stuffy, and I yank at the collar of my shirt, trying to breathe. I’m nervous and not really sure why.

Chelsea has had this big as sin grin on her face since we sat down.

“What’s this big news?” Declan asks.

“Wait, you’re not going to tell me you two are dating, are you?”

Cringe.

I shake my head. “Well...” We’re married too. Oh my God. Ok, baby steps first. Tell Declan we’re dating, then tell Chelsea we’re married.

Chelsea shifts in her seat, like a kid too excited to sit still.

“What’s going on?” I direct my question at her.

“I got the part,” she exclaims, clasping her hands together in front of her. Her smile could light up the entire city of Los Angeles.

“Get the fuck out,” Declan says, reaching over to hug her.

“I knew you could do it,” I congratulate her.

“There’s more,” she says. “They’re getting me an agent. I can’t believe it. Ah.” She glances upward with stars in her eyes.

I’ve never seen her look more beautiful than she does tonight. “I’m so proud of you.” I want to kiss her, but I can’t because Declan’s here. Chelsea takes care of that problem.

“Declan,” she grabs my hand. “Jonah and I are kind of seeing each other.”

He stares, pointedly at me. “Is that true?”

“Uh, yeah.” I’m a little shell-shocked, this is a lot of info coming at me all at once.

“Yeah, and I’m crazy about him. I wouldn’t have gotten this part if it wasn’t for him.” After we answer Declan’s million questions—When? How long? Why the fuck didn't you tell me? —I apologize again for not telling him and she takes my hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss the top.

He covers his mouth. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

I laugh. “Chill out, dude. I’m serious about her.” My eyes meet hers, and she smiles.

“Well, you break her heart, and I’ll break your face...” he stares pointedly at me, “and please don’t kiss around me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, gazing at Chelsea.

Chelsea blows out a relieved breath. “That wasn’t so bad.” She laughs.

“So, how did I help you get this part?” I ask.

“It was your text. Telling me I didn’t need luck, that I’ve got this.” She leans forward and I take her lips against mine. “It’s my new lucky phrase.”

“Dude, I said no kissing around me.” Declan flings his napkin at us, and we laugh.

“Sorry, man.”

The server drops off our food, and Declan orders a toast of champagne for us all.

Chelsea is radiant tonight. It’s a little magical.

But then, guilt washes over me. I need to tell her about the wedding. But, things are going so well between us.

What if she freaks out?

What if she blames me?

I’ll handle the annulment myself, and she’ll be none the wiser. I got this.

The next morning my mission gets aborted when Chelsea wakes me with an out-of-this-world blow job.

Her sweet lips wrapped around my cock is the best way to start a morning.

I lean back, letting her really get a hold of everything, and she does. She wraps a tiny hand around the base and pumps as her mouth keeps sucking, bobbing up and down.

“Ah, fuck. You're so good at this.”

She's so talented at everything. I groan as I hit the back of her throat. My hands fly into her hair, fisting it around my fingers. “Keep sucking.”

She doesn't let up, except to lick her way down and gently suck each ball into her mouth before working her way back up. All thoughts of an annulment are stricken from my brain. The only thoughts are of her sweet mouth and all that she's doing for me.

“Don’t stop. Fuck, I'm close.”

My abs clench. My thighs tremble. I'm about to come all over her. My cock is ready. This girl turns me on more than anything.

She moans against my dick and the vibration sets my orgasm off. “Oh God, I'm coming.” I fuck her mouth, coming deep down her throat.

She sucks me dry, taking it all. And then I return the favor, eating her pussy until she screams my name. Best breakfast in the world.

Later, when I leave for work, she pulls me in for a kiss. The feelings she causes, erupt, flowing through my system, destroying any sense of reality, and ...really, what’s one more day of marriage? I’ll handle the annulment tomorrow.