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"I don't even have to ask if you're being honest, because I know you. You could've easily lied and said yes, you've kissed a hundred girls since you and I broke up. There's no way you'd pick the harder answer to try and impress me. That's not who you are."

Daisy has me pegged, and she knows me much better than I ever gave her credit for. "It's not. If you don't want me to join you, I understand. I don't deserve for you to make exceptions for me. I've never made them for you." I swallow hard.

"No." She shakes her head. "I guess you haven't, but I've always been the one between us that gives you much more grace than you've ever given me. There's no way I'm gonna stop that now. I want this to work between us, I don't plan to spend the rest of my life wondering what you're doing when you aren't around me. You may not be in love with me now, Jasper, but you're gonna be." Her eyes blaze hot in the light coming from the kitchen. "You can try to deny it, but you won't be able to do it forever. Not to mention part of our deal is that we do have to have kids. You're gonna give in..."

I bark out a chuckle. This is the woman I knew, the woman I fell in love with back then. The one I couldn't stop thinking about. She may have hidden herself away for a while, but here she is pushing that woman right back to the surface when I tried to push her down. "You think so? You don't think I'm capable of keeping myself from falling in love with you?"

"I think you can try, I know you're going to try, but I'm way more patient than you are. Honestly, I have a lot more to lose than you," she taunts, getting up and presenting her back to me. When she walks toward the bathroom, I follow like she's leading me by an invisible string.

"How do you feel as if you have more to lose than me? My whole legacy is tied up in this." Which I don't think I need to remind her is the most important thing for me and why I've put myself into this situation.

We get to the bathroom, and she turns to face me again. I walk over to the tub and start the water, making sure it's the correct lukewarm temperature that we both like. One of the things we loved in college, besides lying in bed listening to music, was lounging in a bathtub when we’d have enough money to rent a hotel room. I still keep the same bath salt we used. Sometimes I hop in a bath with that salt, just so I can remember what it was like to have her in my life. I pull it out and put a scoop in. Then I turn back to face her.

She has her hands on her hips, and her lips pressed into a thin line. "You have the legacy, but I have the rest of my life, Jasper. It's not like we're going to be able to amicably split in the next couple of years. I agreed to do this with you, and when I agreed to do it, I knew it would be the rest of my life, and my heart. Your heart isn't in this."

I walk slowly over to her, using my thumb to run along her lips. It gets caught on her lower one. When I pull it down, her eyes close and she inhales deeply. It's the look I remember she used to have when she was very close to coming. "Make no mistake, I'm invested."

Her eyes pop open. "But are you invested the same way I am?"

I can't say the words, can't put my feeling into what and how she wants to hear it. I'm not there yet, not sure I ever will be. "I still have the same oatmeal and honey bath salts we used in college. If you look around at what I have, and see what I haven't given up, I think you'll be able to see what I can't say."

She reaches her tongue out and licks her lip, catching part of my thumb with it. The goosebumps run through my body, and I shudder. It's been so long since I've had the touch of anyone, much less her. This is enough to set me on edge.

"Consider me looking then, Hamilton."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Daisy

I know I'm playing with fire when I get into the bathtub and rest my back against his chest. The steam from the water rises up around us, giving me what I like to think of as a cloak to protect my feelings. That he doesn't have to see how hot my face is, how I'm willing to do things when I don't have to look into his eyes. It forces me to feel, instead of worrying about being embarrassed.

His arms go around me and I lean my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes. His large palms slide up my stomach before cupping my tits, his thumbs going to the peaked nipples, worrying over the nubs. I widen my legs as much as I can, but they're trapped by the edges of the tub. "Jasper, that feels good." I suck my bottom lip in between my teeth.

"That's what I want. You to feel good." His voice is low, an intoxicating drink of alcohol against my parched throat. "When you feel good, I do too."

His cock is hard at my back and I grind into it. "You're so hard," I groan.

"Damn fuckin' right I am. I sleep next to you every goddamn night, and it's taken everything for me not to roll you over and fuck you. You're my wife and I've wanted to take the position as your husband since I put a ring on your finger. The question is, will you allow it?"

I shuffle so that my feet are on the bottom of the tub, fighting for purchase against the bath salts. When I get enough of a grip, I pull away from him, and grip the edges of the tub, moving to a standing position. "I'll allow some but not in here. Let's take this to the bedroom."

When we get there, the excitement of being with him again runs through my body like a shot of adrenaline. "I'm not ready for you to fuck me yet," I caution him. "But we can do everything else."

He nods, willing to take whatever I'm going to give. This is important to me, so it's also important to him. He lays on the bed, propping his head on a pillow. "Then come up here and ride my face, Daisy. I'll get you off, while I get myself off." He palms his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down as he stares at me.

Jasper has never been the type of man who was shy about what he wanted, or what he wants to give. Before I know it, I'm propping myself up on my knees, straddling his face. I'm already wet and excited. Being married to him has given me a whole new perspective as to what we had previously. Knowing we’re doing this for reasons that aren’t just about us ups the ante for me more than it probably should. When his tongue laps at my clit, I feel it all the way through my body.

"Jesus Christ," I grunt, threading my fingers through his hair.

He pulls away. "Yes, ride my face. Hold my hair, and use me for what you need."

His elbow knocks against my side as he strokes himself, and while I've typically been the shy one between us, I decide now isn't the time anymore. I want what I want, and right now I want to come. I want to fly apart, get rid of the tension between us, not worry about what the first orgasm with him since we've been apart will be like.

Rocking against his mouth, I take it all. With my free hand, I palm my breast, tug on my nipple, and ride his tongue. He swallows loudly, using the flat of his tongue to tease my clit. His free hand, that's not jacking his cock, comes in between my thighs and worries my clit, too.

All of these sensations congregate in the middle of my body like a bunch of metal being attracted to a magnet and before I know it, I'm exploding against him. As I ride out the orgasm, he spills too, grunting and groaning as I feel the heat of his release against my back.

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