She leaned closer against his side. "I keep thinking that this feels weird to be so happy when we have so much to do, but it's ok, right? I mean, we just got married!"
"Mhm." He turned to face her just as the car stopped and a pair of men got on.
They both looked at Jason and Zara, then turned to the front and pressed buttons for the floors each of them wanted. Unfortunately, they were going up near the top, which meant Jason's great idea to kiss his wife until they reached the top of this tower was ruined. But the tense way the men stood, refusing to glance back at all, proved that they were very aware that they were interrupting.
One man got out on the forty-second floor. The other kept going until the forty-fourth. With only two floors left, Jason just waited, but the moment they reached the top, he lifted Zara into his arms again and headed toward their suite. She still had the card in her hand, but holding her while she tried to swipe it made them both laugh just a little too much.
She got the door open; he kicked it wider, and then carried her over the threshold. "And now," he said, setting her down, "you are properly wifed." But he kept guiding her forward, straight toward the bedroom.
"Jason?" Zara asked just as they stepped inside. "Can I say something?"
He paused, hearing a little hint of worry in her voice. "Anything," he swore.
She turned to face him. "You know how you wanted me to stay home and I refused?"
"Uh huh," he agreed, wondering where she was going with this.
Zara just licked her lips. "It's because I'm pregnant and I wanted to make sure we got married with your friends. Murder's already guessed, which is why Void was giving me apple juice instead of tequila last night. I mean, nothing in that house is a secret, but I didn't tell him, or anyone. I wanted to tell you first, but I was worried about my dress not fitting if we waited too long, and he's not stupid, so - "
Jason kissed her, halting the rambling words falling from her mouth. She sucked in a little breath, so he took advantage of that, letting his tongue sweep through her mouth once, twice, and then she kissed him back the third time. He felt her body relax in his arms before she reached up to clasp the back of his neck.
One kiss became two, and two became more. This woman, his wife, was also carrying his child? He couldn't imagine anything better, so he kissed her a little harder, reaching around her body to open the millions of buttons on her dress.
"How long?" he finally asked, his voice rough with his need for her.
She spun to make it easier. "I'm just over two weeks late, and the pregnancy test was positive."
"Yeah?" he asked, finally getting the back of her dress open. "So I get to go to the first doctor's appointment?"
"You..." She turned to face him again. "Yeah, you can. What if it's a boy?"
"Then we'll teach him to be like Murder. And if it's a girl, like Riley," he promised. "Zara, I just want to have a family with you. A future. I can't think of anything better, and I'm hoping that with you working for Deviant, I can even think about quitting so I'll be around more."
"You'll never quit," she told him as she slipped her arms free and let the dress fall to the ground. "I also don't care either way. I fell in love with an FBI agent, and I know what that comes with."
He heard her. The words all made it to his brain, but all he could think about was the blue lingerie she was wearing. The bra pushed her breasts up in a way that begged his hands to hold them. Her trim waist was circled by a blue lace thing that had garters, and the thigh-high panty hose put some very naughty thoughts in his mind.
"How much do you like those panties?" he asked.
Zara stepped back toward the bed. "They have snaps."
And she proved it by releasing the catches over her hips so she could slide the panties off without losing the rest. Jason quickly shrugged off his coat, letting it fall where it may. The tie came next, but this tux had too many fucking layers. Zara's bare pussy taunted him as she crawled onto the bed and