“Joke’s on them though, Imala will be my dad’s successor. Still, had I gotten married before she took over, my husband could challenge it. I’m thankful for my sisters, sometimes it was lonely being Karessa LeClaire.”
“Now that you’re married to someone who doesn’t need you to get to the table, that’s no longer a problem. Listen, I can’t deny that men can be idiots. I wasn’t lying when I said it’s crazy that you’re single. You’re a beautiful sweetheart. I guess I have to show the world what they were missing. Karessa Hanlon.”
She places a soft kiss on my chest then looks up at me with unshed tears. “Thank you. I know this isn’t what you envisioned…”
“We’re past that now, Karebear. You are my wife and I’m your husband and we’re going to make the world sick of the Hanlons.”
She giggles. “I’m just thanking you for being good to me.”
“Always. I’m just getting started.” I pull her up for a kiss. “Just be good to me right back.”
I squeeze her ass and waggle my brows.
“Jagger…” she grumbles but moves over me into position.
Pulling her down, I slide in with one thrust.Such good pussy.
“Don’t act like you don’t have a horny husband, sweet baby. Show me how you got your last name.”
She opens her green eyes and studies me beneath her. “This isn’t how I got it.”
I smack her ass, loving the way it bounces back. “It’s a good way to keep it.”
Karessa
Jaggerand I hid out the rest of the week. It was freeing not showing up to something or having anywhere to be. Now I see why he’s set up his life the way he has. I was too busy going out of my way to turn a passion into a job so I wasn’t seen as a spoiled heiress and now I know to shrug it off. Fuck people’s opinion of what I do all day. I’d promised my sisters I’d go to the dance class at Imala’s studio. Jagger complained when I had to honor my word. I promised to show him what I learned and he was appeased.
I return home tired and ready to relax when I find Jagger in the bedroom cutting a box open. His smile resembles a mad scientist’s.
“You’re just in time, wife.”
“I am?” My response displays my confusion. “What’s in the box?”
“Wait.” Jagger walks around the box and grabs me by the jaw to pull me into a kiss. “Your lips touching mine should always be your first priority when greeting me.”
His thumb traces my bottom lip as he stares at it like he’s etching it in his mind.
“Sorry?”
He pecks me again then steps back. “You better be.”
He laughs when I make a face. He told me my expressions amuse him. Good. Jagger is the number one cause for my faces.
“What’s in the box, sir?”
He points at me. “Reasons that will make you calling me ‘sir’ so much more fun.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about so I just shrug and move in close to watch him unpack. He drops to his knees and throws the packing paper like it’s Christmas. Once the items are revealed, I drop to my knees as well. It’s a box full of sex toys.
“When I knew we were getting married for real, I thought it was time to put a collection together just for you. I’d gotten a mystery box and added some things to it.”
I shake my head. There’s no point in responding to some of the things that come out of Jagger’s mouth. I’ve accepted that my husband isn’t completely sane. Okay, fine. I have a question.
“So, you build sex toy boxes for every one of your women?”
He snorts like I’m crazy. “No. I’ll get a few things here and there but ‘wife’ equals a big ass box. Besides, I didn’t do any of this in my last relationship.”
“Why? You’re obviously excited about this stuff.”
