Chapter 34

Elizabeth rested her head on Jason's shoulder as they stood in front of the balcony doors looking out over the harbor. It had been over seven months since that hot summer night that they closed the door to the outside world. Since that night so many things had changed but the biggest change was that they were together and the door was now open. Everyone knew what they meant to each other and even though their marriage was originally on paper, now it was so much more.

"Jason, thank you for doing this. It's so much better then going to the Metrocourt and dealing with the bullshit there… or going somewhere else and dealing with running into people. Here we can just be us."

Jason smiled when he felt a movement under his hand. Apparently their little girl agreed with her mother. "Yea." He agreed. "Uh, are you tired because we can head back if you want."

"I'm good… full but good." She said with a chuckle.

"Well I'm glad you liked it."

"Who knew Jason Morgan was such a good cook." She teased.

He shook his head, "I can cook three things, eggs, steak and chicken."

"Why am I not surprised, they are all protein. I, on the other hand, tend to cook the fattening, carbohydrate filled foods like pasta."

"I like carbs."

Elizabeth turned in his arms so she was facing him, "Yea, you ate it at my house but, looking at you, it doesn't look like you eat it very often. You don't have an ounce of fat on you."

Jason shook his head and led them to the couch. He wasn't a meathead or one of those guys that obsessed over his physique. He simply enjoyed the release of working out. "Anyway…" he said, changing the subject. "Um, I want to help some more with the baby."

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and sat sideways on the couch so she could face him. "What do you mean?"

"Well first financially. I know there are some things that you need to get and I want to get them for you."

Elizabeth shook her head, "Jason, you don't have to…" she trailed off as he reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "No Jason I don't…"

She let out a grunt when he pulled out a credit card and handed it to her. "I know how much you hate this but take it." He said, holding up the card that had her name on the front, Elizabeth Morgan.

If for nothing else she wanted the card because of the name on it. "You know I probably won't use it."

"Elizabeth this is not me trying to throw money at you or anything. I just want to help, I want you to get exactly what you want and need without the stress of working extra hours to buy it." He took a deep breath before continuing, "Also, I assume you'll be taking your maternity leave soon, I was just thinking that maybe when you go back that you can cut your hours, if that's what you want. I mean if you want to spend more time with the kids or are too tired to work the second shift all the time you don't have to."

"Jason…" she started and he could tell that she was going to protest.

"Just on paper or not, you are my wife and I have plenty of money, more then I could spend in a lifetime. Like it or not what is mine is now yours."

Elizabeth sighed and took his hand in hers, "I didn't do all this because you are rich Jason."

"More then anyone else in this town, I believe that is true and that makes me want to help even more. You let me buy you a house and give you a car but you have given me so much and probably don't even realize it. You have given me what I always wanted and was too scared to take… a family with you."

Elizabeth about melted right there at his words. He always seemed to know exactly what to say and how could she say no. Her eyes pooled with tears, "I'm sorry that all these years I have been pushing away and too scared. I'm sorry I picked Lucky, that was the biggest mistake of my life Jason. All these years we could've…"

He cut her off, "But then you wouldn't have Cameron… like you said that night."

"Yea." She whispered.

Jason lifted his hand and brought it to cup her cheek. "I love you." He softly whispered but this time so she could hear it.

"I love you too." She replied as tears flowed down her cheeks. His thumb wiped at her cheek and he gently pressed his lips to hers. She pulled away and leaned down to toss the card in her hand on the coffee table.

"You are going to take that though, right?" he teased as she leaned back in and raised up on her knees, lifting one over his lap so she was straddling him.

"Maybe, but just because I like the name on it."

He rested his hands on her thighs, thankful she had worn a dress. When he saw her come down the stairs in the dress he almost lifted her in his arms and carried her right back to her room. Unfortunately the babysitter knocked on the door before he could. It was a simple black dress that snugly fit her full breasts, so snugly that he feared them popping out of the fabric. He was thankful they were going to dinner at the Penthouse and not in a public restaurant. The soft fabric was loose over her belly and stopped at her mid-thigh, leaving her long, slender legs exposed to his eyes.

He gripped her hips and lifted his own to show her exactly the effect she has on him. "I like your new name too." He managed to growl even as he felt her lacy boy shorts under her dress.

"We should probably head back so the sitter can go home. We can finish there."

He smiled deviously, "Or we can start now and continue later." He suggested as he slipped one of the thin spaghetti straps off her shoulder and peppered kisses from her neck to her shoulder.

"Oh, you don't play fair Mr. Morgan."

She could feel him smiling into her neck as he slipped the other strap over her shoulder and followed the same path. Wasting no time, he gently tugged on the top hem and it easily slipped to rest below her full bra-less breasts, exposing them to him. He groaned in approval and moved his hands back to her hips to keep them still. Leaning forward, he kissed the valley between her breasts then nuzzled his face against the soft skin. "It's hard to play fair with you." He groaned then took her pebbled peak between his lips.

The sound of her moan was interrupted by the distinct sound of ripping fabric. Elizabeth gasped when she felt him easily rip the delicate fabric from between her legs and toss them on the floor. He alternated between her breasts while he teased her drenched center until she was quivering and frantically pulling at his belt. When her large belly and his arm kept getting in the way of her opening his pants, she grunted and pulled away from him. She stood up and left him sitting there, surprised she pulled away.

"Who isn't playing fair now?" he asked as he watched her taking steps away from him, toward the back of the couch.

"Oh, I was just thinking about something we didn't get to do that night that I have always wanted."

She piqued his curiosity and he stood from the couch to watch her move. Not knowing it was even possible, he grew even harder when he watched her lift herself onto the pool table and lean back on her elbows with her legs dangling, spread open over the edge. His eyes darkened and in three long strides he was standing in front of her. She laid there gazing into his eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. Her breathing was labored and she chewed on her lower lip. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the side of the table and she met him for a kiss that left them gasping for air. Lifting her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the table. She reached for his pants and was able to pull his belt free followed by the snap of his jeans and the zipper. They instantly slid from his hips and pooled at his feet. He reached down and lowered his briefs as she laid back on the table but kept her body raised on her elbows. She threw her head back when he teased her, rubbing himself against her but never giving her exactly what she wanted.

Her legs tightened around his hips and she whispered his name. The desire in her voice was palpable and he loved the fact that she wanted him so much. Not able to deny her anymore, he entered her, agonizingly slow. Leaning forward, he planted his hands on the felt beside her head as he started to move, slow at first but quickly working up to a frenzied pace. The sound of their moans filled the room. She reached up and hooked her hands around his neck. The last time they had sex in this apartment it was about comfort and years of bottled up feelings that they felt would never be explored. Now it was love and a future and as they gazed into each other's eyes they both felt that connection. Elizabeth swore when she felt her body begin to coil and Jason stop moving. He dipped his head and kissed her softly until he felt her body relax again beneath his.

When he started moving again, he thrust his hips hard, slamming into her until she screamed his name. It didn't take long for them both to come apart and for once they were able to moan and call out to each other without fear of waking Cameron.

Jason collapsed on the pool table beside her and they waited a few minutes as they both came down from the high they'd each reached. "My god… so great." She managed to say still short of breath. Her face turned red at her admission but she didn't care, she wanted him to know what he did to her.

He lifted his head so he could look at her and smiled deviously, "Like I said before, just wait till after you have the baby."

"Oh god, you have to stop saying that. My hormones can't take it." She sat up and looked around the room. "We really should head back… and I guess I'm going commando."

Jason stood from the table and pulled on his pants and briefs then reached down and adjusted her top and straps for her. "You don't need them anyway." He said with a wink.