A/N: M-rating

They decided to go to Coney Island in the morning. It was an unreasonably warm day, so they walked a little on the beach and on the boardwalk and had chili dogs at Nathan's before the sun was just a little too punishing and Max drove them back to Manhattan.

It was only about two in the afternoon, but all that sun and that filling food had made Jonathan feel sluggish and sleepy. He leaned back in the seat, pulling Jennifer beside him for a little snuggle.

"What a fun morning," she said. "That was a great idea, Max. I've lived on and off in New York for years, but I've only gone to Coney Island twice before."

"It's a classic," Max said. "I was craving some Nathan's anyway."

"And it was fantastic," Jonathan added.

Max grinned into the rearview mirror. "Still can't believe I never took you there before, Mr. H. But I'm glad we got to before we leave New York."

"That reminds me, darling, when are we leaving New York?" Jennifer asked, lifting her head off his shoulder.

"I didn't have an exact plan. I know we said we'd be here about a week, but we can stay as long as you want," he told her.

"Let's leave Sunday," she suggested. "That gives us tonight and tomorrow night to go out and have some fun and then travel Sunday and have the evening to get settled in our new living situation before you go to the office on Monday."

Jonathan hadn't told her yet that he didn't need to go into the office on Monday. Really, with the way he'd set things up the other day, he would have to go in for a few hours at some point, but there was no set timetable on it. "That's fine with me. Max, can you get everything arranged in two days?"

"Sure thing, Mr. H," Max replied. "If you don't need me for nothin', I can go take care of everything today with the moving company for Miss Edwards' things."

"In that case, let's stay in tonight, and we can go out tomorrow," Jennifer suggested. "We've been out and about all day, so it'll be nice to have an evening in."

Jonathan noticed a little glint in her eye. She bit her bottom lip rather suggestively.

Jennifer leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'd like to spend the evening with you in me."

A jolt of lightning shot through Jonathan at those words. He supposed she was getting him back for the naughty things he'd whispered in her ear at the Met last night. She owed him that, he supposed. But oh what a great kind of payback. "Jennifer," he growled in warning. After all, they were in the back of the car.

She just looked at him with that adorable false innocence. Suddenly, all of Jonathan's tiredness from the sun was gone.

He pulled her back in his arms and started kissing her neck. He didn't care that they were in the back of the car. In fact, she had turned him upside down in the back of a car just a few days ago. He still owed her for that, actually.

Jonathan carried on kissing her neck, reveling in her giggles and happy sighs. His hand found the slit in her skirt and traveled up her thigh. She wasn't wearing stockings, thanks to the warm day, and her skin was hot and beautifully soft. They had now been engaged an entire week and he had yet to find any end to his desire to simply touch her. The way her body reacted to him, the way she felt and sounded and tasted. No matter how constantly they were together and how often they made love, he found himself aching for her. She was all she wanted at any given moment, now and forever.

A part of him thought that she'd stop him, that she would pull away from him or grab his hand from under her skirt and scold him for coming on to her while Max was driving them across the Brooklyn Bridge. Jonathan assumed she would be the sensible one.

But she didn't stop him. She had one hand tangled in his hair to keep him right where he was kissing her neck. And her other hand found its way inside his shirt—with three buttons undone like he knew she liked—and caressed his chest. Jonathan felt like he might go mad, but oh what a way to go!

Some indeterminate time later, Max's voice cut through the lust filling the backseat. "You want I should leave the keys for you?"

Jennifer and Jonathan were jolted apart. They looked around in confusion and realized they'd made it back to the apartment. Max had already parked the car. Jonathan tried to catch his breath and saw that Jennifer was similarly winded and blushing up a storm.

"Sorry, Max," Jennifer muttered.

"Nah, you're fine. So long as it doesn't go past a little necking while I'm driving, I don't mind. You're in love! You should be all over each other!" he said with that lovable grin of his.

"We'll go upstairs, Max. Thanks for the ride," Jonathan said. He got out of the car and helped Jennifer out as well.

Max rolled down the window and said, "Alright, you two go and I'll talk to the movers and pick up some things for dinner," he said.

Jonathan gave him a wave and hurriedly led Jennifer to the door. "See you later, Max."

Jennifer stumbled slightly on the steps, but he was there to catch her. She giggled, "See what happens when you're too eager?"

"I don't think I'm the only one who's eager after those little comments of yours in the car," Jonathan fired back.

She got her keys out of her purse but didn't open the door. Instead she turned and pressed her body against his, giving her hips a little wiggle. The half-erection he'd been trying to hide twitched to life. Jennifer just smirked.

"You can be as smug as you want, darling, but I'll bet good money that you are dripping for me already," he said.

Her jaw dropped, and her eyes sparkled with delight. Jennifer pushed open the doors, and Jonathan chased her up the stairs to her apartment, the both of them giggling all the way.

As soon as her front door was closed behind them, Jonathan scooped Jennifer up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He tossed her down on the bed and took off his jacket.

"I think this is a nice tradition for us to start," she said kicking off her shoes.

"What tradition is that?"

"Starting things in the car that we can finish in the bedroom," she answered.

Jonathan removed his shoes and socks and then clambered on the bed to her. "I couldn't agree more, darling." He pulled her blouse up over her head, revealing the pretty silk and lace slip she wore underneath. He'd felt the slip under her skirt in the car.

He wanted to take his time undressing her, but he was feeling a little more insistent right now. He'd have plenty of other opportunities for slow and seductive another time. He unzipped her skirt and peeled it off her before removing her slip and her underwear, tossing everything haphazardly on the floor behind him.

"Now, lie back. I still owe you for what you did in the back of the Jaguar, after all."

Jennifer froze. That wasn't what he expected at all. He thought she'd smile and lie down and spread her legs. But she didn't. Instead, she closed her legs up tight and sat up, drawing them beneath her. "What do you mean?" she demanded.

Jonathan was confused. "Well after what you did for me in the back of the Jaguar when we were in London…"

She interrupted his strained explanation. "I did that because I wanted to. Because it made me happy to do something a little naughty and to give you pleasure. You don't owe me anything."
"But…"

Jonathan didn't even know what he was trying to say, but Jennifer didn't let him get it out anyway. "No buts about it. Our love life is not transactional, Jonathan. I won't ever do anything for you expecting reciprocation," she insisted.

Her expression softened, and Jonathan took that as an invitation. He lay down beside her and pulled her down with him. "So you did that for me to be naughty?" he asked softly, leaving a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"Yes."

"And to give me pleasure?" He punctuated that question with a kiss to the tip of her nose.

"Yes." Her voice had gone breathy.

"Well, you gave me a lot of pleasure and it was very naughty." Jonathan slid his hand down her waist to land at the curve of her hip.

Jennifer got a little of her own back, not letting him derail her too completely. "And you enjoyed yourself?"

"You know I did," he chuckled.

She reached up and pushed back the lock of his hair that had fallen out of place. "Then that's all I need, darling. And if you ever want to go down on me, you go right ahead. I think you know how much I love that. But please don't do that or anything else because you feel like you owe me."

The idea came into his head and out of his mouth simultaneously. "How about if I want to make you come so hard that you forget your own name?"

Her eyes went dark. "Well, that sounds like a very interesting challenge you've set for yourself. Best of luck to you."

Jonathan grinned and rolled Jennifer onto her back so he could get to work.

Jennifer's vision went black. She was gasping for air, and her whole body buzzed. Jonathan held her bucking hips down with one of his big, strong hands while the fingers on his other hand thrust into her and his mouth did something so incredible, she hardly knew what was happening. She was about to fly apart.

Her body reached the peak and shattered. There was a distant noise Jennifer had never heard before, and it wasn't until later that she realized that noise came from her. She was too busy thrashing around and panting and feeling the overwhelming pulsations of pleasure emanate from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes.

She must have blacked out. She became aware that she was lying on her bed and Jonathan was beside her, drawing lazy patterns on her belly. Jennifer blinked her eyes open and her head rolled on her neck so she could look at him.

"Did I meet the challenge?" he asked.

"Hmm?" The power of speech had yet to return to her.

Jonathan just chuckled and kissed her bare shoulder. She clumsily grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his. The platinum band of her engagement ring pinched slightly where his fingers pressed against hers. Jennifer raised their joined hands to gaze at how they looked together, her beautiful ring sparkling in the afternoon sunlight that streamed into the bedroom.

"Do you like seeing the ring on my finger?" she asked suddenly.

"Very much. It's a beautiful ring and it looks great on you," he answered.

She hummed, her mind getting a bit lost in the though.

"Why do you ask?" Jonathan prompted.

"I was just thinking about how I'm the only one with a ring while we're engaged. And I love this ring more than any piece of jewelry I've ever owned. But after we're married, we'll both have wedding bands. And I think I'll really like seeing you wear a wedding ring to match mine," she mused.

Jonathan scooted a little closer to her to kiss her cheek. "I can't wait. I'll be very proud to wear a ring to show the whole world that I'm happily married to the most wonderful woman in the world."

She turned toward him and grinned. "Mine, all mine."

"All yours, now and forever," he confirmed. "And you know, I kinda like this possessive side of you."

"Not possessive, darling, proud," she explained. "I don't think I even knew how happy I could be with someone before this last week being with you. And I just want all the world to know it."

"And they will soon enough. We can plan the engagement party next week. We'll invite your friends and family, some of my friends and business associates. You'll meet all my people and I'll meet all your people. And we'll put a proper announcement in all the major papers that you and I are getting married," Jonathan said happily.

A thought popped into Jennifer's mind, causing her to chuckle.

"What?"

"I was just thinking, the saying usually goes 'two become one' or something like that, but in this case, one Hart is becoming two Harts," she said.

Jonathan pulled her to roll on top of him, and he held her close. "You and me. Hart to Hart," he murmured, catching her lips and kissing her.

Jennifer melted into him. His kiss had that effect on her. He may have succeeded in getting her to forget her own name earlier, but his kiss turned her into absolute putty in his hands. She would do anything if he asked her while kissing him.

His seductive kisses and his wandering hands over her body started to set her alight once more. She wanted more of him. More, more, more.

Jennifer sat up, maneuvering as best she could so she wouldn't break the kiss, and reached between them to find his throbbing hardness. Jonathan groaned into her mouth at her touch, but she had no interest in teasing him for too long. She braced herself up on her knees and sank down on top of him. The way he filled and stretched her body was nothing short of delicious. Jennifer rocked her hips, gyrating and clenching herself on top of him. All the while, their lips continued to move together. She wanted to see if they could both finish this way, kissing the entire time.

It was hard to breathe, but she didn't care. Jonathan didn't seem to have any need for them to stop. His hands clutched at her hips and guided her movements. They moaned and groaned and sighed into each other's mouths. The feeling of his cock inside her and his tongue in her mouth at the same time was extremely erotic. And the angle she had caused her breasts to rub against his chest hair, leaving her tingling and wanting.

Jonathan shifted beneath her, still maintaining the kiss. But Jennifer realized what he was doing when he started thrusting up into her. Hard and deep. And he hit just the right spot. She whimpered against his lips, and Jonathan kept going. Jennifer moved to meet him. He sped up. She could hardly breathe. Everything felt heightened and electric.

When she came, she felt like her soul left her body. She existed in another dimension, floating through the universe, propelled by the power of their love. She could still feel Jonathan holding her and kissing her, but she was also somewhere far away. He had sent her to heaven.

The next thing she knew, Jonathan had collapsed back down onto the bed, and Jennifer fell forward against his chest. Somewhere in between, their lips had finally detached.

"God, that was incredible," he said. His voice was hoarse and barely audible.

"It was true before this, but it's now been proven without a shadow of a doubt that you are absolutely the best lover I've ever had. My god," she answered in between her own panting.

"I have never had sex like that," Jonathan told her. "Wow." He lovingly patted her ass where it was perched in the air due to her slightly awkward position.

Jennifer chuckled to herself, pleased with his assessment. Pleased that they'd both had such an otherworldly experience. And if this is what the sex was like only a week in, she could hardly imagine the kinds of things they could do in the coming months and years. She'd heard, of course, from various married couples that the sex could grow stale and dwindle. That hardly seemed possible with Jonathan. Besides, Jennifer liked sex a great deal. Especially with Jonathan. She wasn't going to let the sex grow stale. She had a feeling Jonathan wouldn't allow that either.

Her legs were starting to cramp, and as much as she didn't want to, she knew she had to move. And her mouth was dry from all that heavy breathing. She rolled off of Jonathan and stretched her very sated body. She was probably going to be sore, but she didn't mind. Her exercise routine had become nonexistent since meeting Jonathan, and she'd have to get back into better habits when they got to LA. Having sex around the clock was certainly a workout, but she wasn't going to be able to keep going at this rate if she didn't keep up with at least some good stretching.

"I'm going to get a glass of water, do you want anything?" she offered, pushing herself up to a seated position.

Jonathan sat up, too. "I'll come with you. I'm a little hungry."

"Water and a snack, then."

Jennifer got up and watched Jonathan stretch his back. He was faced away from her and she got a very nice view of his muscular back and gorgeous ass. Jonathan didn't seem to notice. He walked past her, stark naked, towards the door. Unable to resist, Jennifer gave him a playful smack. He yelped in surprise, making her giggle.

"What was that for?" he asked with a laugh.

"Couldn't help myself, darling," she answered. "Are you going to go out to the kitchen like that?"

Jonathan shrugged. "Why not?"

Jennifer couldn't think of a reason. Max wasn't going to be home until dinnertime, so they might as well take advantage. She dropped her robe back on the bed, leaving it behind as she followed Jonathan out of the bedroom.

They ate a few crackers and each downed two glasses of water, both standing naked in the kitchen the whole time. Jennifer was getting a little cold, especially with the tile floor under her feet. "Darling, you should sit down," Jonathan suggested.

"No, I don't think so," she answered flatly. She wasn't going to sit on one of her chairs like this. She wasn't exactly clean at the moment. And while she wasn't uncomfortable with that, there was no way of knowing what might still be sticky on her skin and get all over the seat cushions.

But Jonathan wasn't deterred. He put down his water glass on the kitchen counter and picked Jennifer up by her waist and put her down on top of the wooden table. "There, isn't that better?"

Jennifer sighed. She felt a little foolish with her bare ass on the kitchen table like this. She'd have to give this a deep cleaning before Max got home.

Jonathan finished his water and came back over to her. He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs so he could step between them. He leaned in put his hands on either side of her hips on the table.

She smiled at him, not leaning any closer but not leaning away. "Yes?"

"Does your mouth hurt at all?"

The question took her by surprise. "Excuse me?"

"Your lips are swollen. Do you want an ice cube or something?"

Jennifer hadn't realized until that moment that her lips were a bit sore. That's what came from all that kissing. Glorious as it was, there were consequences. "That would be nice, actually, thank you."

Jonathan went to fetch an ice cube from the tray in the freezer. He returned to his former position, this time not leaning forward. He took the ice between his thumb and forefinger and let it glide over her bottom lip and then the top, making soothing circles. The cold felt very nice. And very hot, in its way.

Feeling the beginnings of a game come on, Jennifer took the ice from Jonathan's hand and trailed it down her neck, letting it linger on the tender spots where Jonathan had already left marks. From her neck, she moved it down to her chest and the valley between her breasts before circling each nipple with the ice one at a time.

She glanced up to see Jonathan's intense stare following the movements of the ice cube over her body. His blue eyes were blown dark with desire. And a glance downward showed Jennifer that Jonathan was just as turned on by all this as she was.

Jennifer placed the ice cube between her lips and pressed her mouth against Jonathan's. At the same time, she reached out and started stroking his hardening cock to its full length. Jonathan's hands started caressing Jennifer's breasts. Before she knew it, he took her hand away and scooted her body closer to the edge of the table so he could plunge inside her once more. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.

His thrusts were steady and measured. Jennifer could tell he was working very hard to be controlled, to not let things go to fast. And it was perfect. It was deep and intense and perfect.

"WOAH!"

Jennifer's eyes snapped open and she looked over Jonathan's shoulder to see Max standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Jonathan instinctively pulled Jennifer tighter in his arms to protect her. But she was perfectly well hidden. It was Jonathan's backside on full display.

"Jeez, Max, I'm sorry," Jonathan called, looking over his shoulder.

Max had put his hand over his face. "I'm gonna go stand outside in the hallway and count to fifty." He turned to leave and bumped into the doorjamb, barking out in surprise and pain.

"I didn't think he'd be back so soon," Jonathan muttered.

Jennifer caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall over the kitchen sink. "It's almost six!" she exclaimed. "We've been busy for quite a long time."

"Not long enough," he growled.

"Jonathan, we only have till the count of fifty," she reminded him. "Let me go so we can go get dressed."

But of course, Jonathan had other ideas. He picked Jennifer up and carried her back into the bedroom to finish what they started. He closed the door tight behind them.