EmmaEmma tried to keep her knee still. She tried not to bounce it up and down, but she couldn’t help but move it. She was nervous now as the car sped along the road to Jackson Weathers’ apartment and her knee couldn’t hold it in.Jackson had something planned for her. He wanted to discuss something, and she had no idea what it could possibly be. Plus, they were going to his house. Where he took all the women he slept with. Now that it was really happening, she was nervous.She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.He kept up comfortable small talk the entire short trip back to his luxury high rise apartment. If she hadn’t been too busy thinking about the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties, she would have been able to admire the building. It was old and beautiful with a literal golden elevator to bring them to the penthouse suite.He scanned his thumbprint in the elevator and smiled at her.“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” he asked.“Maybe a little,” she said. “I’ve never been in
EmmaShould she marry a man for money?The question floated around Emma’s mind the moment she woke up.No. I shouldn’t, she decided as she made her coffee. I should marry someone I love. I should keep dating, despite my lack of success, and it’ll happen. I still have a few years before I need to worry about the biological clock.She sipped her coffee, pleased with her decision for a whole thirty seconds.Yes, I should, she decided as she ate her cereal. She liked Jackson. He made her smile and she could see a future with him. Plus, the money from being his wife would make her dream job come true. She could work with any marine animal she pleased. She could buy the freaking marine park.She took a shower, mulling over the pros and cons.No, I shouldn’t. I should love the man I have a child with. That was always the plan.Yes, I should. Jackson would love the child and provide for it unconditionally. This child would be better cared for than most children in the world. She would have al
JacksonJackson Weathers paced the floor of his office. For the second time this week, he was nervous and it drove him crazy.Emma was on her way up to see him. She’d told him that she’d made her decision and was coming to speak to him about it.And now he was terrified she was going to say no.He’d been pleasantly surprised by how much fun he’d had on their date. It was something that he’d done hundreds of times, but she made it fresh and fun. He loved that she actually enjoyed eating and could hold a conversation that wasn’t entirely about herself or celebrity gossip.And that kiss. He’d taken three cold showers to deal with the feelings that popped up each time he thought of that kiss. She was something special and he could only hope that she was going to come up here and say yes.He wasn’t sure what he’d do if she turned him down.A timid knock on the door drew his attention.“Come in,” he said, hoping it didn’t sound too forceful. He didn’t want to scare her away.Her dark hair p
EmmaJackson parked the car and ran around to open her door for her. It was a simple gesture, but it felt nice. It made her feel taken care of. Wanted.“You said you’ve never been sailing, so I thought I would take you,” Jackson explained, leading her down to the pier.Docked along the side was a beautiful sailboat. Emma had no knowledge on sailing other than pirates did it, but she could tell this boat was nice. It wasn’t the biggest in the marina, but it had something to it that told her it was probably the most expensive sailboat there.“Her name is the Techno Volante,” he said, guiding her to the gangplank. “Welcome aboard.”“Do I need to call you Captain?” Emma asked, carefully putting her foot on the gangplank. The boat bobbed slightly and she was glad she was watching what she was doing.“Only if you want to,” he replied. He winked at her, nearly causing her to lose her balance. “I like to be called Captain.”She grinned and stepped onto the boat. “This is beautiful,” she said,
EmmaThe sun hung above the horizon, shimmering with gold and scarlet as an island came into view. She had never been more happy to see solid ground in her life. For the first time, she understood why sailors always sounded so relieved to shout, “land ho!” She certainly felt like shouting it.Her stomach had calmed down since getting on the speedboat. She still wasn’t ready to eat a large meal, but she no longer felt like the world was trying to throw her off of it either. Emma mentally crossed off a sailing career as a future occupation.Jackson pulled the boat up onto the beach. The coarse sand grated against the hull of the ship as he made sure the boat was high enough on the beach not to get pulled out into the ocean with the tide.Jackson took a deep breath and turned to her.“I wasn’t planning on bringing you here. So, nothing’s ready. I had thought we’d sail to the yacht and eat there, but I don’t think you on a boat is a good idea for the rest of the evening.”“I would very mu
JacksonJackson wrapped his arms around Emma, loving the way she seemed to fit so perfectly in them. She was made for him. He kissed her fiercely, tasting her sweetness as they stumbled from the kitchen and out into the living room.Her kisses were sweeter than wine. Maybe it was just his imagination or the fact that she had agreed to be his, but he’d never had better. His hands itched to feel her skin, to take her as his. To make their agreement official in the most primal of ways.She pulled away, shedding her windbreaker and hat. She wore cute capri pants that showed off the curve of her calves and a cute t-shirt. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy, but Jackson couldn’t think of anything he’d rather see more.His hands rubbed up and down her shirt, eager to find their way to her skin eventually. He rubbed his hand up to the back of her neck, where he pulled her in closer for his kiss. His tongue darted inside her mouth, and she responded with short gasps of pleasure.“Come with me,” he
EmmaThe next few days after signing the contract were an absolute blur for Emma.She quit her job. Movers came and boxed up everything she owned. She told her landlord she was moving. And suddenly she was living in Jackson’s apartment building.She had an apartment two floors below Jackson’s penthouse suite. Her apartment was much, much, much smaller than Jackson’s, but that was fine. It was for her, anyway. Not the two of them.The movers put her furniture and clothing into the apartment almost exactly the way she’d had her old apartment set up. The only real difference was that now she had a much better view.She was reorganizing her dishes when there came a knock on the door. She opened it, thinking it was the movers.“You really should be more careful who you open the door to,” Jackson teased. He stood in the hallway with fresh flowers as he leaned against the door frame looking cocky and sexy.“I shouldn’t let you in?” she asked, reaching for the flowers.“You should let me in,”
Emma“I was wondering when you were going to get home.” Her hand went to the silky collar of her robe and she tugged on it gently to reveal just a hint of smooth skin underneath. She liked that he swallowed hard and stared.“Work went long,” he said, his eyes still glued to the bare skin of her chest. She let the robe open just a little more. “If I had known this was waiting for me, I would have been home hours ago.”She grinned and stood from the couch She flipped off the light, letting just the pale glow from the city lights fill the room. With a grin, she undid the ties to the robe and let the fabric slide to the floor. The pale silk pooled around her ankles as she stood naked before him in the pale twilight. She knew the lack of light would hide her flaws.His reaction made all the waiting worth it. His eyes dilated, his mouth opened, and she could see the growing bulge in his pants. She rather liked having this effect on him. She knew that he found her beautiful. She knew that he