“Are you sure? You know I would happily have you wanton and waiting at home for me forever, but you have always maintained your need and desire to work. Most of our fights have started with conversations about your work.”
“I know.” Tasha ran her fingers through Jim's hair. “But I’m okay with it, especially as it would have meant me being London based for what, a month, six weeks? I can't have my husband of a few weeks in L.A. while I'm in London for six weeks, needing to be kissed by him, touched, licked, tasted, fucked,” she told him breathlessly as she rotated her hips and behind into his lap that showed definite signs of arousal.
“Say it again,” said Jim hoarsely.
Smiling, Tasha repeated herself, “I can't have my husband of a few weeks in L.A. while I'm in London for six weeks, needing to be kissed by him, touched, licked, tasted, and fucked.”
“I actually just meant themy husbandbut the rest was a bonus.” Jim laughed while Tasha smacked his shoulder. “I really need to go to work soon, but I think I may need to kiss you, touch you, lick you, taste you and definitely fuck you, so I need you pantyless and wanton, waiting wherever you want baby, now.”
Leaping to her feet with a smile and a gentle flush to her skin Tasha flashed a grin at Jim. “I’m already pantyless and wanton, so you will find me waiting across your desk.”
“Baby, you may never work again with offers like that,” called Jim as Tasha opened the office door smiling.
****
Standing in her dress waiting to make her way downstairs for the party she still didn't want, Tasha smiled at the new dress she'd bought that was hugging her figure. She really was a vision of swirling beads, sequins and chiffon in her curvaceous silhouette. Twirling, she could fully appreciate the floor length, dark pewter, lined gown with its boat neckline and rounded v back leading to the hidden zip concealed by a hook and eye fastener before the fitted bodice and hips led to inverted pleats at the skirt. The overall shape was an A line silhouette with satin trims at the neckline and cap sleeved cuffs. With matching satin covered, peep toe shoes the dress was lifted so that it no longer scraped the floor. Tasha added the finishing touches of long drop diamond earrings to the only other item of jewellery she wore, her engagement ring. Her hair was down and straightened while her make-up was almost invisible by its natural tones, only the odd hint of peachy pinks, lip gloss and mascara betrayed the fact that she was even wearing make-up.
After a deep breath, Tasha headed for the door. Maybe a party wasn’t such a bad idea or at least the reason behind it; she was recovering and was glad about that. She was engaged and planning to marry the most wonderful man in the world and for that she was beyond happy, so happy that she had to metaphorically pinch herself each and every day. This was almost like the first day of the rest of her life, and what a life it was going to be.
She was almost at the bottom of the stairs when everyone who was already there turned to look at her and she swore she heard actual gasps. Jim appeared from the back of the house and for a second seemed concerned by the silence around him until he looked up and saw a blushing Tasha descending the last couple of steps.
“You are a very lucky man,” said Bobby, back slapping his brother as he passed him to greet Tasha at the bottom of the stairs where Jim took her hand and kissed her gently.
“You look a million dollars, baby.” He let out a low whistle that made her smile.
“Or at least fifteen thousand,” she replied thinking about the cost of the dress and shoes.
“Worth every cent. You really do look amazing. I can't even begin to think how beautiful a bride you're going to be.” He grinned as she took his arm and with a deep breath to stable her nerves allowed him to lead her out back where quite a few people were already assembled.
“You don’t have very long to wait before you see exactly how I’ll look as a bride,” she told him with a grin.
“I am counting the minutes, baby and they can’t pass quickly enough for me.”
Her grin broadened until she felt an ache in her jaw, happy as she was that she could only detect sincerity in Jim’s words. “You’re not the only one who can’t wait, especially with you looking so handsome.” Tasha looked Jim up and down dressed in a pair of black suit trousers and a casual shirt with a couple of buttons undone and felt her heart flutter as her stomach flipped. She had never loved anyone more than this man, her fiancé, her husband as of the following week and she had certainly never found anyone more attractive.
“I’m beginning to wish this was a private party for just the two of us,” said Jim as he guided Tasha towards the bar that was now set up in the lounge.
“You wanted the party. You, Philip and Abby,” she retorted, bristling a little as she remembered how he’d agreed to throw the party she didn’t want. “I don't think we should have sex,” she seemed to suddenly announce.
“What? Ever? Because that is not working for me and I know it won’t work for you,” cried Jim, making her laugh.
“No, not ever, a few days is a struggle for us,” she conceded thinking they were currently a couple of days sex free. “I was thinking until we're married. It’s something we can look forward to, something to make our wedding night special.”
“If you're sure that's what you want,” said Jim seriously.
“Yes, I'm sure and I promise it will be worth the wait.”
“Then I look forward to the next time I have sex, with my wife.” Jim grinned at a laughing Tasha. “You are up to something, Natasha.” He was suddenly suspicious of her with her laughter and a naughty glint in her eyes.
“Maybe,” she teased.
“You are definitely up to something,” he told her as his hand rested on her behind.
“I bought your wedding present,” she told him.
“What is it?”
“I can't tell you until Monday. In fact, it will be better for you to find it yourself, on Monday.”
