Page 3 of Arrested Hearts

I kissed him again, slowly, deeply, lazily. Tyson was right; there was nothing more perfect, and no greater gift or blessing than spending every day with the love of my life. He was everything to me. He made life worth living, made every ordinary day extraordinary, and made holidays a little more magical.

Chapter Two

Jordan

“Finally,” I sighed, laying my pen down on the desk. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples, trying to work out some of the tension built up there.

I'd been working for hours on my opening statement for an upcoming case which started tomorrow morning. Actually, I had been working for days; I wanted to be finished with my speech before the holiday, but I kept scrapping everything I wrote down and starting over.

I wanted everything to be perfect because this was going to be my highest profile case to date; a murder of a prominent man in the city. I currently had the highest conviction rate in the office, and the District Attorney hand picked me to try the case.

While I greatly appreciated his faith in me, I also felt the pressure that came with it. There were high hopes and expectations with this case, and countless eyes on me, which is why I was giving it my all.

It was extra important to me because my husband was the one who caught and arrested the murder suspect. I wanted to finish the job by bringing the perpetrator to justice, and making Sam proud.

Of course, my wonderful husband was always proud of me no matter what, and he made sure to tell me every day. He supported me in everything I did, and was my biggest cheerleader.

I hated that I was practically ignoring Sam on the holiday, but he understood how important this case was, and what it meant to me; to him as well. He supported me by giving me space to work.

He'd been into our home office (which used to be my old guest bedroom before my man remodeled it) a few times throughout the morning to check on me. He brought me a mug of tea and some snacks, and gave me kisses for motivation, before sneaking away again. He was the greatest man on the planet, and I was forever grateful to have him in my corner.

Thinking of my amazing man got me emotional, and once the tears started, it would be a while before I got myself under control. So, I dabbed my eyes and shook my head, forcing my emotions in check before they ran away from me.

I had spent enough time away from Sam. I was ready for conversation, snuggles, and maybe a little loving before we headed to Gage and Tyson's place for dinner.

I stood up from behind my desk and stretched out my back. I was sore from hunching over my papers for so long. After a few pops and cracks of my bones, I left the office and made my way into the living room.

As soon as Sam saw me enter, he turned off whatever he was watching on TV and sat up straighter on the couch, giving me his full attention. “How's it going, honey?”

“I'm finished.” I plopped down onto the sofa next to him and received a gorgeous smile.

“I knew you could do it!” He cupped my cheek in his hand and lovingly gazed into my eyes. “Jordan, I'm so proud of you.”

My bastard peepers watered again but I blinked the moisture away. “Thank you. I need a little break, but then would you mind if I read my statement to you? I want to make sure it sounds okay.”

“I know it's going to soundincredible,but I'd love to hear it. Until then, let me help you relax.” He leaned back against the sofa cushion and tapped his legs. I knew exactly what he was offering, and was beyond grateful for it.

I already had my shoes off, so I shifted in my seat to place my feet in his lap. Sam smiled at my mismatched socks, which he had gifted me for Christmas. My right sock was red and printed with green wreaths, and my left sock was green and covered in red and white candy canes.

“I love these on you,” he told me as he began to massage my feet.

He loved all of my crazy socks, and had bought several pairs for me over the months; some for special occasions, and some just because.

We didn't go overboard on Christmas gifts because we were saving our money for a Caribbean honeymoon. We got married in the courthouse and decided to splurge on our trip.

But even though these socks were a small present, they held great meaning for me. My ex-boyfriend Beau always made fun of me for the fashion choice; he called me stupid and immature. But Sam embraced everything about me. He appreciated everything that made me different, and made me feel special.

And his foot massages always made me feelincredible.He knew every spot to press to relieve my stress and rub my aches away. He pinched and rolled my sock covered flesh, giving me instant relief. But the best part?

“Mmm, those hands,” I purred, watching Sam's muscles contract and his tendons flex. His hands were always works of art, but they looked even better when they were touching me. They were strong, yet tender, with me.

“What, these?” he asked with amusement in his voice. Sam wiggled his fingers, making his flesh dance. He knew the effect it had on me, which was making my mouth water and my cock thicken.

I nodded, but didn't take my eyes off of his rippling skin. “You know, my feet are feeling pretty good, but Iamfeeling stiff a little higher up.” I wasn't lying; I was at full mast behind my jeans’ zipper.

Sam gave a deep chuckle. “Let's see what I can do about that.” He slowly walked his fingers up my shins, then cupped a hand over each of my knees. “Is this where you need my touch?” He squeezed against me and I swallowed the puddle in my mouth.

My husband had touched all over my body countless times, yeteverytime affected me greatly. My heart raced, my blood heated, and this particular time, my words vanished, so I shook my head.

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