Chapter 42

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

KATE

I expected us to head straight home, so when Jensen takes a left turn and pulls up outside one of the most exclusive jewelers in the Seattle area, I turn to him, my jaw hanging open.

"What are we…doing?"

"Doing princess things."

Butterflies dance around with excitement, but I narrow my eyes at him. "Jensen."

He rolls his. "JJ."

Thumbing over my shoulder. "Are we…going in there?"

"Sure are, Mrs. Jones."

Outside in the freezing late January air, I stand gazing through the window of a store I've stopped to look at a time or two in the past.

Jensen wraps his arms around my waist from behind and places his hands on my huge stomach. Breathing into my swirling hair, I can sense his comforting cologne. "Whatever you want, it's yours. This is from me to you. To my wife and the greatest momma to exist."

He takes my hand and pulls me into Ruby's. The entire place is decorated in soft red velvet. As I look through a couple of the display cabinets at the stunning necklaces, there isn't a price tag in sight.

My family is wealthy, but besides the money I've earned as a lawyer, I've never seen a penny, and I likely never will.

Not that it matters to me.

"Are you serious right now?" I look at him.

He pins me with a glare. "Deadly, Princess. We have the store to ourselves for the next two hours."

I turn back to the display cabinets as the jeweler, and I assume the owner, hovers around us.

"What sort of item are you looking for?" he asks, clearing his throat.

"Um, well…" I glance at the necklaces again. "I was wondering about a necklace."

The owner nods and begins opening the cabinet.

He guides us over to a plush seating area and begins setting out the displays. "Were you looking at diamonds or a different stone?"

I look over at my husband, who simply smiles at me and quirks a brow. "I'd say diamonds."

He's not wrong.

"Okay, well, that narrows it down considerably." The jeweler looks to me. "Is there something on this display that catches your eye? If you have anything in mind but don't see what you're looking for here, we do have a bespoke service where we can have anything made to your style, preference, size, and general requirements."

"Thanks, but I don't think we'll need that. Will we, Princess?"

Even though I just stepped out of the frigid air and into a warm store, I feel my cheeks flush further.

He knows the necklace I've been eyeing since the moment I stepped in here. The same necklace I've stopped to look at a few times. But I've only ever glanced at it when we've walked past this store together. I've never pointed it out, never stopped when he's been with me.

Looking back at the double-strand knot necklace, it sits alongside two others.

Leaning over, Jensen points to the exact one. "This one."

All the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh.

"Excellent choice. This is a white diamond gemstone set in white gold. Approximately eight carats in weight and a timeless piece."

"So beautiful," I swear I have heart eyes as he removes it from the display and sets it on the large red velvet cushion.

"It truly is. Would you like to know the price?"

Jensen shakes his head. "Nah. The price is irrelevant."

I want to protest that he's about to buy me something I know will cost in excess of a hundred thousand dollars. But like everything with this man, he knows what he wants and won't stop until he makes sure I get everything he has to offer.

Reaching out, I run a delicate finger over it. "Can we have a moment?" I look to the owner.

He nods and takes himself across the other side of the store, giving us privacy.

"What's this for? It can't be for my birthday or Christmas." I look at my husband.

He takes my hand in his. His palms are warm and slightly calloused. "Some people call it a ‘push present,' is it? I guess this is, too, but it's also so much more than that. This is the necklace you've always wanted but never bought, just like you've denied yourself what you've truly wanted for most of your life. The family you've been desperate to have." He smirks, points to himself and lowers his voice. "The man you've been dying to fuck."

I swat at his arm and laugh. "Shhh."

"Think of this as a symbol of a new chapter in your life—one where you stop denying everything you are, everything you want, and everything you deserve. Let me buy this for you."

"How did you know about this?"

"Are you seriously going to ask me how I know something about you? Each time we've walked past this place, your eyes have been drawn to it."

I shake my head. "We never stopped, though."

Jensen indicates to the owner that we're ready and then looks back at me. "That's the thing, Princess. I don't need you to spell it out for me to know what you want and what makes you happy."

The jeweler returns to sit in front of us. "Alright, let's talk about sizing and collection of the piece once it's ready."

JENSEN

She's quiet the entire ride home.

Not because she's upset I just dropped a hundred grand on a necklace, but more because of the meaning behind it.

And I'm stoked she's taking my words in, today is the start of Kate Jones putting herself first and ahead of everyone else's expectations.

Walking into our apartment, I take her jacket, walk her over to the couch, and crouch in front of her, removing her boots.

"Do you want a baby shower?"

She shakes her head. "Luna asked me if I wanted to do a joint shower with her since Zach has arranged one, but I guess it's just not my thing. Maybe a meal out with my friends. I just want to lie in bed, drink cocoa, and watch trash tv for a month."

Looking up from where I'm undoing her laces, I see a smile I don't think I've ever witnessed. My wife looks light, free, and like she's finally making decisions for herself.

"You look really fucking beautiful right now, you know that?"

Her blue eyes shine back at me with warmth.

Wasting no time, I toss her boots to one side, kneel between her legs, and undo the button on her work pants.

Pulling them off her legs, she's left in only her black lacy thong and work blouse. As I push that up and over her pregnant stomach, I marvel at her stretch marks. "Your body is a work of art, Princess. Every line, mark, every way you've adapted to our babies. I'm in awe of everything you are."

Her eyes gloss over. "You really mean that?"

Biting down on my bottom lip, I nod a couple of times and hook my fingers in the waistband of her underwear.

I watch as my wife's chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly in anticipation as I drag her already soaking thong down her perfect legs before I hook them over my shoulders.

One small swipe over her needy clit has her back arching upwards. "The grin on my face must be so fucking wide right now, huh?" I croon.

"Annoyingly big." She replies and then gasps as I push one of my fingers inside her.

"How many of my fingers do you want, Mrs. Jones?"

She squeezes her eyes shut as I slowly curl inside her. "More."

"My wife is so greedy," I say, entering her with another and then one more. As she takes me, I can hear the way her pussy sucks on my fingers, and my dick strains against my pants in response.

I want to fuck her so badly. But more than that, I want to watch the way she can come undone from my hands and tongue alone.

I look down at the hardwood. "Princess, you're so fucking wet for me. You're dripping on our floor."

She moans and throws her head back into the couch cushions.

"Want me to clean you up or leave you in this mess?"

"Yes."

"Which one?"

"Clean me up. Please."

"So fucking polite for such a dirty girl."

Eating her pussy like an ice cream cone, I waste no time as I draw my tongue through her cunt, all while moving my fingers at a torturous pace.

But I want more. I want her moans to be louder, her need for me to be unbearable.

Dropping her legs down, she looks heartbroken as I stand and walk to the bedroom, making a beeline for her nightstand.

"Where are you going?" she cries.

Kate's frown turns into hungry need when I return a second later with her purple butt plug and lube.

Dropping back down to my knees in front of her, I make sure everything is ready before slowly pushing it inside her ass. "You thought I didn't notice when you brought this home last week." I slide it in slowly, and she gasps when I push my fingers back into her pussy.

"JJ, that's…I feel so..."

"Full?"

"Yessss."

With the butt plug seated deep inside, I pump her with my fingers. "My mouth wants you too. Can my Princess handle that?"

I don't wait for a response as my tongue finds her clit. I clean her up good, taking every single drop into my mouth, reveling at the way she watches my mouth work.

"Oh my god, I think I'm fucking squirting!" she shouts.

Damn fucking right she is, all the way down my throat.

"Again. I want more," I demand, pumping my fingers harder, the plug still tight in her ass.

"Baby, I can't," she shakes her head.

Fuck this.

Feral need hits me as I pull out the plug and carefully replace it with a finger. "You like that, yeah? Do you like your husband fingering your tight, sweet ass?"

She throws an arm over her eyes. "Give me another."

"Such a bossy little slut for daddy, aren't you?"

"I think I'm going to come again."

My mouth only just finds her pussy in time as she squirts hard onto my tongue. Fucking hell, she tastes even better the second time.

"I want you to fuck me, JJ."

I shake my head. "Nah." Lick. "I'm not moving from my position between your thighs until I'm sure you've emptied everything you have down my throat. I'm thirsty, and your cum is the only thing that can quench my need."