Page 57 of Wed to You

She turned her head back to find his blue eyes shining in amusement.

“Tennis. Wanna play tennis this morning?”

He was enjoying teasing her and while her hormones liked it, too, her brain was warning her to keep up her resolve. A game of tennis would be a great way to release all the sexual energy he was charging in her.

“Sure.”

He grinned. “Let’s go then.” He swatted her hip and rolled away from her.

She watched him over her shoulder. He was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. At least he hadn’t expected her to give in to him.

“Where’s Kaden?”

“He’s having breakfast.” Jagger disappeared into the bathroom.

Chelsea stretched and then exited the bed. She found her robe and put it on. She made her way to the dresser she was assigned and found a pair of shorts, a sports bra, and an exercise tank top.

“All yours.” Jagger came out of the bathroom. He was still in his T-shirt and sweatpants. He headed to his dresser and began pulling out clothes. With a wink to her, he grabbed his shirt from over his head, to disrobe. Realizing he wasn’t modest and was going to undress in front of her, she scurried to the bathroom. She swore she could hear him laugh as she shut the door.

She changed into her tennis clothes, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and pulled her auburn tresses into a ponytail. She peeked through the doorway, to make sure he was decent, but he was gone. Trying not to be disappointed, she went back to her dresser for a pair of socks and found her tennis shoes in the massive closet. The house had been built long before large closets were a thing, so she wondered what room had been given up to create the space. A nursery maybe.

Once dressed, she left the bedroom to go downstairs. As she made her way down the hall to the stairs, she grew uncomfortable. As if she was walking through a stranger’s house. She inhaled a calming breath, reminding herself this was her home, at least for as long as she and Jagger were married.

Once down the stairs, she retraced the steps from her previous visits toward the kitchen. She heard Jagger and Kaden talking as she approached.

“Miss Beem...Chelsea.” Kaden’s eyes lit up, and it lifted her spirits. “I’m having chocolate pancakes. You want some?”

“Sounds delicious.”

Jagger stood and met her as she entered the kitchen. With a hand on her arm, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“You can have pancakes or Miss Z makes a wicked omelet.”

“Actually, I only need coffee.”

“No breakfast?” Miss Z frowned at her.

“Not until after I beat Jagger at tennis. Then a wicked omelet and chocolate pancakes sounds perfect.”

“A challenge. I like it.” He winked at her. “Miss Z, can you hold my breakfast too?”

She made a disapproving noise that apparently Jagger took as a yes.

“Let’s go play.”

Jagger beat Chelsea in tennis, but it was close. He knew without a doubt that had she been playing recently, she’d have beat him. She was fast, strong, and sexy as hell running across the court. She released a small grunt each time she hit the ball, and it made him wonder what noises she’d make from his touch. He was dying to find out. As they walked back into the house, he hoped he could convince her to let him discover her secrets right now.

“Mrs. Stanton, can you entertain Kaden a little longer?”

Mrs. Stanton gave him a knowing smile and nodded. He and Chelsea were newlyweds, after all. “Kaden, let’s go outside for a bit. Stretch those legs before our flight to New York later today.”

“’Kay.”

Jagger followed Chelsea up the stairs, admiring her strong legs and perfectly round backside. His hands itched to touch her, to finish what they’d started the night before.

Once in the room, she headed for her dresser.

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