Jameson had always had his eyes on you, and cherished everything about you whenever he could. He could never imagine how he could get so lucky with his decrepit luck that he usually had.

Eventually that came with an unbreakable bond of trust, late nights together, the most unhinged activities, and everything else underneath the moon and the stars. It included a lot of times together tangled in sheets.

His chest rose and fell fast as he fell flat back into the mattress, hands sliding underneath you to pull you closer into him. Despite how very close you two were seconds ago, he still couldn't get enough.

"Do you need anything, Heiress?" Jameson asked, a lot more soft than usual. "You did beautifully." His lips came to rest in your hair, placing a kiss there.