Page 99 of Veiled Vows

“It’s canceled.”

“What?” A surge of energy has Jasmine pushing against me. “Why?”

“Because she called to reschedule while you were in the shower, and she said she’d drop by for lunch tomorrow instead. I was going to tell you, but then you walked in here all naked andwetand expected me to remain sane. Which is impossible. So, my darling, your day is free to spend with me.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “What about my mom?”

“Your mom has her therapist at eleven, then she’s on a nature walk with her group, and then she has a dinner at seven with some ladies from catering about the wedding.”

“Alone?”

“Catherine will be there,” I assure her. “Don’t worry, she will be safe and there will be plenty of security, so if she has a moment and needs help, help will be there.”

“You really did think of everything,” Jasmine muses, her eyes still narrowed.

“Your mom is still pleasant to talk to when she’s not mixing me up with Alto,” I chuckle softly. “But I think this is good. Her therapist did say she needs to do some more independent things to help her ground herself.”

“And if something goes wrong?”

All the stress I managed to remove from Jasmine with multiple orgasms is slowly making its way back onto her brow. “If something happens, we will deal with it. Together. But as it stands, you’re mine for the day, and it’s going to stay that way.”

“Oh really?” Her smile turns mischievous and she slowly eases herself into my lap, then winces as she sits. “Oh fuck, my clit feels so raw.”

“Too much?”

She shakes her head. “No. I kind of like it.” She wiggles against me, then lies down flat on my bare chest and tucks herself against me. I wrap both arms around her and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.

“Good. Because I’m going to spoil you today.”

“Why?”

“Does a man need a reason to spoil his fiancée?”

“No.”

“Exactly.” Closing my eyes, I slowly breathe in the sweet scent of her freshly washed hair and tighten my hold a fraction. “I don’t need any reason to remind you how I feel.”

We stay like that for most of the morning until hunger takes us down to the kitchen. Cooking together becomes a bit of a game, and we compete to see who can make the fluffiest omelete. Jasmine wins, but only because she switched the pans at the end and claimed my fluffy delight as hers while her charred mess became mine.

I got my revenge by fucking her so hard on the dining table that I broke the chair I was using as support. We ended up collapsed on the floor laughing too hard, and it’s oddly difficult to come while laughing. It just made the sex last longer, and I pulled another powerful orgasm from Jasmine’s body. Her aching pussy forced us to take a break, though it was difficult when she started sucking my dick in the car on the way to checkon the theme park construction. Jasmine has such a talent for making things into a game and then leaving me high and dry.

Literally.

She got me so close to orgasm just as we reached the park, and then she bolted from the car laughing like a mischievous imp. I chased her down through the park—which was coming along swimmingly—and got her on her knees with my cock down her throat at the base of the Ferris wheel. There I fucked her face hard to reach my end and as punishment for making me sprint through the theme park while rock hard. I’ve never seen her look so smug.

We have lunch with Catherine, a suit fitting for me, and a shopping spree through high-end designer stores, where every clerk was tripping over themselves at the chance to dress Jasmine Falzone. She’s built a name for herself so quickly since her father died, and while Theresa played a part, there’s no denying Jasmine is growing into a powerful leader all by herself.

Even the Yakuza have been respectfully quiet, which is so unlike them, although the few friends I still have within their ranks assure me it’s genuine. There’s no more bad blood here, only a desire for money and success.

Our day together ends on a hill overlooking the sparkling city with a thousand stars twinkling overhead and the remains of our picnic cast aside when lust got the better of both of us. Jasmine’s claw-like nails tear into my shoulder as she bounces eagerly in my lap. Our combined moans carry in the night air and become one with the distant sounds of nature. Her pussy squeezes around my cock, sending my head into a spin with how eager I am to come. But I’m holding off because Jasmine asked me to.

“Whoever comes first is a loser,” she’d giggled in between kisses as we were taking our clothes off.

I think I’m going to be the loser. It’s almost impossible to get my dick to listen when the most beautiful woman in the world is rocking and grinding against me like her life depends on it. I cup her breasts with my hands, tweak her nipples, and kiss a path up her throat. Jasmine tips her head back, granting me more room, and moans when I reach her jaw and the soft spot just below her ear.

“Close?” I whisper low, sliding one hand down her ribs and waist to her rocking hips. “You gonna be a loser?”

“No,” Jasmine whines, lifting her head back up. “I’m not. I’m gonna win—Ah! I’m gonna win.”

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