Milo Giambetti’s obsidian eyes landed square on his boss as Jason Morgan wearily shuffled out of the elevator, rubbing the back of his neck. The past two weeks had been unbearably long and if he never had to venture south of the equator again, it would be too soon. The searing summer days were intolerable; the muggy nights were impossible. If he wasn’t trying to stomp out the beginning of a territory war, he was trying to stomp out cockroaches the size of his fist. Fourteen days had seemed like fourteen years, and he had never been happier to ride the elevator up to PH 2 than he was at the moment.

His hand was already in his pocket, scrounging for his keys, as Jason tipped his head at the younger Giambetti brother. “How is she?”

Milo’s dark eyes narrowed into lethal slits, his lips pursing into a thin line. Jason shifted uneasily when the younger man didn’t say anything and instead continued to glower at him. The enforcer sighed heavily and tugged on his earlobe. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

The Italian was shaking his head as Jason turned and unlocked his door, letting himself into his penthouse. He looked around, almost as if he had expected the suite to have been torn apart and ravaged in his absence. But everything was as it should have been: the main room was tidy, the furniture dusted, the balls on the pool table racked, the papers on his desk neatly arranged.

Jason tossed his keys onto his black leather desk chair and had just begun to shrug out of his leather jacket when he heard footsteps thundering down the stairs. And that was when a small pair of hands grabbed his shirt, fisting in the black cotton, and he found himself being tugged forward until he crashed into the soft body of a none-too-pleased petite brunette.

He barely had time to gasp for breath before her lips met his in a hard, bruising kiss. Two rows of perfect teeth captured his lower lip, tugging it into her mouth and the brunette sucked fiercely, her long fingers already spearing through his thick golden hair.

Jason moaned into her mouth as she pressed herself closer, her firm breasts flattening against the hard plane of his chest. His hands fell down to the narrow pinch of her waist, his middle finger slipping under the belt loops of her dark denim jeans as she began to grind her hips against his.

He sucked in a breath of air when she pulled back, and Jason was breathing heavily as the brunette struggled to push his heavy leather jacket to the floor. “Elizabeth-“

“Shut up.”

And with that, he was pulled down into another scorching, brutal kiss. Her hands framed his face as Elizabeth scored his bottom lip with her teeth before thrusting her tongue deep into the warm recesses of her mouth. His jacket had long since hit the floor with a dull thud, and the brunette beauty had already set her sights on his shirt. Her small hands tugged the black cotton fiercely as she attempted to pull it out of the waistband of his worn jeans.

He framed her face easily between his large hands, tangling his fingers into her hair, and kissed her deeply. Elizabeth responded instantly, tilting her head back to grant him better access as she continued to struggle with his shirt. Jason pulled back for a quick breath, long enough to hear the brunette’s low growl.

“Asshole.”

Stunned, he simply stared down into her smoldering sapphire eyes. His pause gave Elizabeth the opportunity she needed, and in a second, she had whipped his black t-shirt over his head and sent it sailing to the floor. Her artistically inclined digits danced a sultry path down the hard ridges of his sculpted chest as her plush lips found his jaw. She nibbled her way up to his ear as Jason wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

She was already backing him toward the couch, showing little patience when the enforcer stumbled over his own two feet. “Two weeks,” she muttered, nipping savagely at his earlobe and pulling it deep into her mouth as he groaned.

His tall, sturdy frame lurched forward and Jason felt himself falling onto the couch. He twisted halfway down to avoid crushing Elizabeth’s petite body and found himself sprawled on his side on the cool leather with her small frame tucked against his body. But the brunette wasn’t having any of that. She wrapped a hand around the base of his neck and rolled them over in one smooth motion until she was straddling his strong thighs. Jason gasped for breath underneath her, the quick intake of air turning into a groan when she gyrated her hips, grinding her center against his arousal.

“Two fucking weeks.” Her bewildered muttering was all he heard as Elizabeth smoothly whisked her pale blue tank top off and sent it sailing to the floor. Her milky breasts were free and unbound, and Elizabeth undid the snap of her jeans before bracing her hands on his chiseled chest and tracing the defined muscles. Jason’s hips bucked up off the couch when she ground her center into his once more, and Elizabeth captured his lips fiercely, swallowing a small moan.

Jason rose up onto his elbows, grasping the back of her neck with one hand and used the leverage to hold her close as she ravaged his mouth. Her artistically inclined digits skittered a sensual path down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, and he could feel her smile against his lips when she undid the button and lowered the zipper. He squirmed, helping her as she slid the worn denim off his hips, taking his black boxers with it.

Her lips broke away from his and the brunette knelt on the couch on top of him in order to remove her jeans. She wiggled out of them and tossed them over the back of the couch, smirking when Jason’s eyes roamed hungrily over her body. Clothed now only in a pair of blue cotton panties, she crawled over him and once again captured his mouth.

Jason’s broad, rough hands skimmed the silky skin of her back, his thumbs tickling her side as he swept lower. He cupped her bottom possessively, squeezing the twin mounds of flesh before his fingers teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She surged against him, mewing softly as she kissed her way down his jaw to the column of his throat.

The enforcer growled and hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties and yanked roughly, tugging the blue scrap of cotton down and tossing it away. Elizabeth reached down with her free hand and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing length, squeezing gently and then applying more pressure.

Fire coursed through his veins as the brunette continued her ministrations; the caress of her hand on his shaft was in sync with the caress of her tongue against his, and Jason didn’t know how much more he could take.

In the end, Elizabeth didn’t give him any time to figure it out. Abruptly, the brunette pulled her mouth from his, swiping her tongue over her lips and smirking as Jason watched her, bewildered. He was panting hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and tried to reach for her but the petite brunette evaded his grasp.

She braced her hands flat on his abdomen, holding herself above him. Jason held his breath as her eyes met hers and held. Elizabeth smiled devilishly and in one smooth motion, the petite brunette impaled herself on his rigid shaft.

Jason sucked in a deep breath at the contact, not wanting to embarrass them both by coming too soon. Elizabeth let her head roll back and the brunette let out a lusty moan as she swiveled her hips, reveling in the feel of him inside of her. Her short nails bit into the tough skin of his abdomen as delicious tremors raced through her small body, and the brunette arched her back in order to lift herself off him, then slammed down onto his length again.

She worked him for a moment more before Jason decided that enough was enough. In one smooth motion, he wrapped his hands around her waist and turned them over, making sure he wasn’t crushing her small body with his weight. Elizabeth yelped when her back hit the leather, but Jason’s mouth claimed hers and instantly swallowed the noise of protest.

In control now, Jason moved quickly to bring them both to completion. His rough fingertips expertly located Elizabeth’s nub and flicked it, manipulating the pearl as she gasped and writhed underneath him. His strokes were smooth, long, and deep, and the brunette’s slender legs wrapped around his torso, urging him to move faster and harder.

Elizabeth’s nails dug into his shoulders, piercing the tanned skin of his back as Jason speared in and out of her. She came moments before him, calling out his name on a high wail as her walls caved in around him. Jason emptied himself into her, his body shuddering from the intensity of the climax, and then collapsed on his side next to her. One meaty arm found her waist, anchoring her close to him, as his erratic breaths fanned out across her sweaty skin.

She was still coming down from her high when Jason reached blindly behind him, trying to find the yellow afghan she always kept nearby. Slowly, he managed to unfold it and spread it over the petite brunette who now snuggled closer and buried her face in the cavern of his neck. Tucking the soft yellow wool neatly around her, Jason waited patiently as Elizabeth’s breathing slowed, and a long moment passed before the brunette opened her eyes and peered up wearily at him.

He propped himself up on one elbow, smirking when she rubbed her eyes sleepily with the back of her hand. The moderate but impressive diamond on her ring finger caught the last rays of the sun that filtered in through the balcony doors, making the stone glitter brilliantly in the dim room.

His bemused smirk turned into a soft smile and Jason pressed a tender kiss to his wife’s forehead, letting his other hand slip underneath the afghan and roam down to the smooth skin of her belly. He caressed the warm skin lovingly, pleased with the rosy blush that had spread across the brunette’s petite body.

Elizabeth yawned and stretched, blinking sleepily, and Jason settled down next to her on the couch. Her own hand wandered down to join his, and their fingers twined low against her belly. He kissed her neck and nipped her earlobe gently, but Elizabeth was already beginning to drift off to sleep – but not without a few last words for her husband.

“Two weeks,” she muttered, turning on her side so that her back was pressed against his hard chest. “Leaving a pregnant woman on her own for two fucking weeks is cruel and unusual punishment, Jason.”

He smirked against her shoulder and dropped a smacking kiss to the smooth flesh. “I’ll make it up to you, Elizabeth.”

Her breathing was slow and even, but she stirred at the sound of his warm, rusty voice. “Oh, you already have.”

The corner of his mouth hooked up. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured, pulling his arm more securely around her. “I absolutely love the early birthday gift you got me.”

That made him take notice, and Jason’s brows furrowed. “Uh…”

“And the new painting supplies,” she continued, half-asleep. “And the Badgely-Mishka original…and the Jimmy Choos….and the chocolate…”

Jason sighed, shaking his head with a bemused grin. “And let me guess,” he whispered into her ear as he settled down on the couch once more. “You’ve got a new car on layaway.”

“Nuh-uh,” she murmured. “What am I gonna do with another car? I’ve got a pink pony on layaway.”

 

Dude, what was up with the ending? Ooo. Lame. Hooray for all 603 members of SE!