Page 124 of Embracing the Change

“This has to be very confusing,” I noted.

“As fuck,” he agreed.

There was nothing I could say but, “I’m sorry.”

His arms gave me a squeeze. “I hope you know, even with what I’m saying, that I’ve moved on. I understand she’s gone. I’m not pining. I’m not only prepared, but happy to look forward to a future with you.”

“I know.”

“Don’t forget that,” he demanded.

“Don’t stop talking to me about these things, even if you think you shouldn’t. I want all of you, Jameson Oakley. I would not be best pleased if you buried any of you away from me.”

“Fuck,” he grunted.

“What?” I asked.

“Alyona has dinner ready, but now I have to fuck you.”

“Can you hurry?”

We’d never hurried, even in the mornings. Jamie was a lazy lover, in all the varied delicious ways lazy could be.

His brows rose. “Is that a challenge?”

I fiddled with his collar. “If you wish to take it that way.”

He surged up, and since I was in his lap, so did I, but he did it to his feet, and I did it in his arms.

Heiress leapt away with obvious outrage.

Jamie tossed me on the bed.

Oh my.

He went right to work on my sandals.

Once they were gone, I sat up, grabbed his tie and used it to pull him to me.

Before he kissed me, I asked, “Can you manage this feat without messing up my hair so Alyona won’t know what we’ve been up to?”

“No.”

I pouted.

He grinned. “Baby, when we’re done, you won’t give a shit about your hair.”

“Jameson, there has never been a day in my life I didn’t give a shit about my hair.”

His lips came to mine, his eyes holding mine, and he proclaimed, “Get ready, today’s that day.”

And that was when he kissed me.

Twenty minutes later, both of us dressed, and both of us with sex hair, we walked to the living room with Jamie going on to the kitchen to tell Alyona we were ready for dinner.

And he’d been right.

I didn’t give a shit about my hair.

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