A/N: M-rating

When Jennifer woke up, it was just past dusk. They had fallen into bed midday, and now it was nearly nightfall. They had a nice lunch and tea in the suite with Max before he very subtly made himself scarce. It was as clear to Max as it was to Jennifer and Jonathan: it was time they were alone for a while.

Jennifer had not woken up that day and gotten dressed anticipating going to bed with Jonathan Hart. In fact, she'd spent most of the night in a London police station being questioned about her role in the murder of her editor before they finally understood that she had nothing to do with it and she was in fact a victim of kidnapping. The whole experience left her very much on the side of NWA, and she had a few other acronyms in mind that felt relevant, too.

And if Jonathan hadn't arranged for her to be picked up at the airport before she purchased a ticket to New York, she would be on a plane right now. Instead, she was engaged to be married.

He had proposed by putting banners on Tower Bridge, which was crazy. And she had said yes, which was crazy. And then they'd had sex, which was also crazy. This whole relationship was unlike anything Jennifer Edwards had ever experienced, but that was part of why it was all so wonderful. She had known this man for two days, and in that time, she had fallen more deeply in love than ever before in her life. Jonathan was everything to her, and she was looking forward to starting to build a life with him.

Lying in bed with him now, she felt a little silly for being nervous. The sex was incredible. Beyond incredible. She had taken more control than she'd really planned because she was nervous, and as a rule, when Jennifer was in doubt about anything, she took it upon herself to solve the problem. She needn't have worried, however. The way Jonathan touched her had been utterly electric. He hadn't even done much in terms of foreplay, leaving it to her to move things forward. But no man had ever affected her this way. He was utterly magnificent. The sight of his chest alone was enough to make her wet. And when she'd given him a blowjob, taking that gorgeous, perfect cock in her mouth, he had held her hair and groaned in a way that made her absolutely melt. But the real test of his skill was when he thrust inside her, touching her deep and stretching her so deliciously.

Thinking about it now made her hungry for more. Jonathan Hart was an absolute god and she wanted to indulge in his delights again. Now and always and forever.

Yes, married life was going to be very good indeed.

Jennifer sat up and stretched. Jonathan dozed beside her. She considered waking him up. Maybe a little later. Carefully, she snuck out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean herself up a little bit.

Because it was the Ritz, there was a beautiful shower along with a glorious clawfoot tub. She wouldn't shower just now, but maybe she and Jonathan might take a bath together later. For now, she just used the bathroom and splashed a little water on her face.

Looking in the mirror now was very different than when she'd looked in the mirror earlier. Her eyes were bright, her skin was glowing, and her lips were a little swollen. Oh and Jonathan had left a few love bites on her neck and chest. Some sick part of Jennifer was proud to see those blotches he'd left on her body. She smiled at herself and went back out to the bedroom.

"There you are," Jonathan said softly. He was sitting up in the dim light of the room. The sheets had fallen to his lap and she got a good look at that gorgeous chest. She wanted to touch him again. Maybe she would.

"Did you miss me?" she teased, taking her time walking back to the bed. She was entirely naked and entirely uninhibited. She liked the way Jonathan's eyes roved across her body.

"I think I will spend the rest of my life missing you whenever you aren't in my sight," he answered.

She grinned as she crawled across the bed to him. "Jonathan Hart, you are a very romantic man."

He hummed. "Being in love seems to have that effect on me."

Jennifer was on all fours and leaned forward to kiss him. "I'm glad," she murmured against his lips.

Jonathan kissed her one more time and whispered, "Lie back."

She shivered in erotic anticipation. She would let him take the lead this time. She trusted him now—not that she really hadn't before, she just didn't know what to expect—and she would do anything he asked.

He waited for her to lie on her side of the bed, comfortable against the pillows, and climbed over to hover above her naked body. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. This kiss was unhurried. Their lips moved together languidly. Soon, his kisses moved down her jaw to her neck, and Jennifer could feel him smiling against her skin as little moans of want fell from her.

Jennifer's whole body was alight with desire. The feel of his lips and hands caressing her was so beautiful. His big hands covered her breasts, squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his fingers, making her arch against him and gasp and the tingling she felt all through her body. His hand moved lower, skimming over her belly and landing between her legs. His head had moved lower, too, and his tongue swirled over her breast again while his fingers traced her folds, making her even wetter. He bit and sucked on her breast and slipped one finger inside her. "God, Jonathan," she groaned.

She could feel him learning her through his explorations. He was testing her reactions, and she loved him for it. Few men would bother. Jonathan wasn't most men, of course. He added a second thick finger inside her, and her body fluttered. He moved his mouth to her other breast, and she could practically feel more love bites forming in his wake.

Jonathan removed his fingers from her, and she whined in disappointment. He chuckled lightly and looked right into her eyes as he licked his fingers clean. Jennifer felt herself quiver at that. "You are absolutely delicious," he said softly. And then he kissed down her stomach and shifted himself to settle between her legs.

Jennifer braced herself for what she knew was about to happen, practically writhing in anticipation. And the onslaught began. His lips sucked her hard, his tongue lapping up her juices, caressing her and probing her in exactly the way she needed him. She was fairly certain it didn't take more than a minute for her to crash over the edge. Her thighs tightened around his ears as her back arched off the bed. And before she could even come down from the aftershocks, his fingers were back inside her, three this time. He curled them inside her, making her cry out his name from deep in the back of her throat as she shuddered in ecstasy again.

When she was able to lift her eyelids, she saw Jonathan gazing up at her with a proud grin. He kissed and nipped his way back up her body. "Jennifer, my Jennifer," he murmured into her skin.

She reached out blindly toward him, tangling her fingers in his hair to keep him anchored to her, desperate that he never pull away and never stop touching her. "Yes, Jonathan, I'm yours. All yours, darling. Only yours," she vowed before pulling him up to kiss her lips again.

"I need you, Jennifer," he said against her mouth.

"Yes," she answered desperately.

Jonathan whispered in her ear, "Turn over."

He pulled away just enough so Jennifer could reposition herself. She lay on her stomach with her hips lifted for him. Jonathan crawled behind her, tracing his hands down her spine and spending a moment massaging her ass in a very seductive manner. Jennifer wiggled slightly, hoping he'd get a move on. She needed to feel him inside her. Her body had already gotten addicted to the feel of him, and she needed more, more, more.

Jonathan covered her body with his own and guided himself inside her slowly, yet again. She was so wet that he glided in almost effortlessly. Jennifer felt more than heard his groan of appreciation at being sheathed fully inside her like that. He paused for half a second before pulling out and thrusting back in. Jennifer rocked against him as they found their rhythm, steady and passionate.

Jennifer was close. Her breath came in gasps and she was seeing stars as he hit just the right spot, over and over and over. She felt him spill inside her and came just as he was finishing. She muffled her scream into the pillow.

She felt him slip out of her and roll over. Jennifer rolled with him, ending up with her body draped over him, resting with the top of his thigh between her legs and her breasts pressed against his gorgeous chest. He wrapped her in his arms as their breathing and thundering hearts began to settle. They were both slick with sweat and panting.

"That was amazing," Jennifer praised breathlessly.

"You're amazing," he answered.

"Well, this time I didn't really do that much. This was all you, darling," she countered.

"I'll take the credit for my efforts, thank you," he teased. "But you are amazing. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."

"I should hope so," she agreed.

"I've always found a way to enjoy sex but…it's different with you," he told her.

Jennifer hummed. "I know what you mean." And she did know what he meant. It was different to actually make love to a person. It wasn't just sex between them. It was deeper than that. And while it was still new, it was already utterly incredible. And the more they got to know each other and the more they explored and experimented together, the better it would be. Jennifer's mind swirled with ideas. And she had a feeling that she and Jonathan would get a chance to try out every single one.