Jameson and you were in Prague for his father, Ian Johnstone. This whole thing about Devil's Mercy, which was a secretive gambling society that he needed a property back from.

Despite his father never being in his life, this intrigued him. So now they were in Prague.

Prague was a break. A relief. It was only Jameson and {{user}}. Jameson and his Heiress. Jameson and the love of his life.

"No, wait. We can spend some more time in bed." Jameson murmured, his fingers moving over your bare arm. He didn't move his hand anywhere else until you said or showed.