Mr. CEO(135)

“Why?” I ask, giving him a smile, knowing exactly what he wants. It's what I want, and it's the right thing to do.

Jackson notices me smile and returns his own. “I think you know exactly why. Let's just keep it cheap, okay? Like I said, I've only got sixty bucks.”

“No you don't,” I inform him, getting to my feet and helping him up. “Andrea gave you a going away present. Besides the stones.”

“Oh?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“A numbered account in the Bahamas. I checked it this afternoon... you've got three hundred and fifteen thousand dollars.”

Jackson considers it, then nods. “Okay then. I guess we can get extra cheese on the pizza.”





Chapter 31





Kat





The bed is actually more comfortable than my old loft bed. It’s a simple queen-size mattress thrown on the floor, and as Jackson lies down next to me, he hums. “So is this what life in the underground is going to be like?”

“Maybe,” I tell him, smiling. “But before we do this... I have to tell you something.”

“What?” he asks, and I take his hand, placing it on my stomach.

“Jackson, I'm pregnant. I took the test yesterday.” I'm a bit nervous saying this, but Jackson takes the news wonderfully, smiling. “You're happy?”

“To create a life with you?” he asks, his smile growing even wider. “Yes, of course! So... I guess I have a question for you, too. I was going to wait, but why wait any longer?”

“Yes and no,” I tell him before he can ask. When he raises an eyebrow, I smirk. “Yes, I'll be your wife. No, I won't marry you. I want to keep living off the grid. We can set up fake IDs with a shared last name if you want, but for me... this right here is our wedding.”

Jackson gets off the bed and goes over to the table, where the sapphire and diamond have been sitting since he took them out of his pocket and showed them to me. “Then can we get these set in gold at least?”

“Platinum,” I counter, watching the lamplight sparkle in each of them. They're beautiful, and I have to remember to send a thank you to Andrea for them. “Goes better with my skin tone. And no ring, pendants only. That way I never have to take them off when I want to do some martial arts practice.”

Jackson laughs and sets the gems aside, letting them clatter lightly onto the small table next to the bed. “I can agree with that. So do you want to make any promises or vows?”

I sit up, and take his hand, placing it on my heart. Jackson takes my hand and places it on his heart, and we look into each other's eyes, his face so serious it's moving. “I promise, Katrina. Forever and always, I will love you and try to be the man you deserve to have.”

I blink and take a deep breath, letting his words soak in a moment before replying, wanting every syllable to be the right ones. “I promise to love you, Jackson, forever and always. And I will always strive to be the best wife and woman I can be for you.”

Jackson smirks, and leans in. “May I kiss the bride?”

“You better do more than that,” I tease, my laugh becoming a moan when Jackson's hand brushes over my nipple. He kisses me tenderly, then with more strength, his arms coming around to pull me tight against him. His kisses move to my neck, nipping and thrilling my skin. “Mmm, that's amazing.”

“Good,” Jackson says with a light growl, “because now that you're mine, I'm going to punish you for making me go through hell for three weeks.”

“Oh?” I ask, thrilled when Jackson pushes me to the side, not too hard, and I look up to see a naughty twinkle in his eye. “Like that, huh?”

Jackson nods and pulls his t-shirt off. He's lost a little bit of mass, but he's more ripped than ever, and I remember that he's spent weeks working himself as hard as I do with his workouts. The bodybuilder puff muscle is gone, and now he's more lean, real muscle. “Turn over, or I turn you over.”

I've never been ordered around by a man like this before, and it's with a little thrill that I get on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air. “Take what’s yours…”

Jackson leans down and kisses the exposed skin on my back in between the waistband of my pants and my top, and trails his tongue all the way up to my neck before whispering in my ear. “Now, undo your pants and let me see you.”

I reach down and undo my belt, a gasp escaping me when Jackson takes my pants in his grip and pulls them down over my hips to my knees. I'm left in just my panties, and Jackson runs his hand over my left ass cheek, stretching out next to me as he does. “I want to look you in the eyes as I do this,” he says, and I turn my face to look at him directly. “Three smacks, for three weeks. Fair?”

“Very fair,” I agree, then purr. “Sir.”

Jackson smirks and leans in. Our lips meet and we kiss, his tongue wrapping around mine. I'm so lost in the kiss that when his hand smacks down, cracking into my ass, the pain is lost in the pleasure and surprise, a warmth spreading from where his hand is rubbing now, massaging and squeezing my ass slowly. “One.”

His hand lifts again, pausing for a moment before smacking down again, just on the edge where the warmth and sting become painful, and again he rubs my ass, this time slipping his hand inside my panties and making me moan in desire. My * is throbbing, and I can't believe that it feels this good. “Two.”