Page 208 of Charming Deception

Just breathe. This is the best part.

I feel like I’m floating somewhere over the mountains.

I just married Jameson. My dream man.

We celebrated our wedding with three hundred of our friends, family members, and some of his most important business contacts; it was the first event held at the Vance Bayshore resort, a private event, one month before the official grand opening.

I can’t imagine a better place to start off our marriage than right here. Jameson said tonight, when he gave a toast, that his Granddad would’ve been thrilled to know one of his grandchildren’s weddings was the first celebration at the resort.

The wedding was grand and beautiful and exciting, like our life together.

But now it’s getting late, and the rest of our night will be quiet and private and close, like the space between our hearts.

As soon as he walked me up to our VIP suite after the reception, the grandest suite at the resort, and carried me over the threshold, my groom gave me my wedding gift.

He got me a publishing offer for my books. From a major publishing house.

It was just an offer, from a very interested party. But it was mine to negotiate if I wanted it.

When he told me, Jameson seemed worried that I’d be mad he talked to a literary agent without telling me, had them pitch my book series to the publisher, but I really wasn’t. I knew him so well, I knew why he did it.

For me. Because I would’ve hesitated to do it for myself.

Because he believes in me, sometimes far sooner than I believe in myself.

“Your stories are too good to be read by only a few thousand people,” he told me devoutly. “You just need distribution, that’s all.”

I cried.

And I couldn’t be more grateful to him.

No matter what comes of the offer… his belief in me is the most meaningful gift he could ever give me.

I stand in front of the mirror and peel off the lingerie I wore with my bridal dress. It was a perfect fit to go under the classy, elegant gown.

But it’s time now to get into the other lingerie. Because obviously, I had to have two.

Megan on the outside.

Jessica on the inside…

I take the second set of lingerie off its hanger and carefully slip it on and into place. It’s expensive, delicate. Comfortable, even though it’s so damn skimpy.

Jameson spent a lot of money on it, even though he hasn’t seen it yet.

My man loves to indulge me. I know that the fact I don’t ask for much turns him on, makes him want to spoil me.

He’s a giver in every way.

I’ve never met anyone who cared so much about my happiness from one moment to the next. Sex, luxuries, his touch, his time, anything he can give to put a smile on my face, to lavish me with pleasure, to make sure I feel loved, safe, and adored, he’ll do it.

Jameson Vance is a virile alpha with a romantic heart. I consider myself unbelievably lucky to be the woman who owns that heart.

It’s not a position I take lightly.

I want to do for him what he does for me. Always.

When I emerge from the dressing room, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed in his groom’s suit, with his tie loosened and only the jacket removed. He knows how I love him in a suit.

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