The Lustful Husband

Chapter One

Chapter 1 - "A Date with the Devil"

By 1'O'clock the next day, Amelia had come to terms with the events of the day before and was dressed in her finest ready for Jackson to pick her up, Jackson Cambridge, her fiance... soon to be husband. She was not sure of her feelings towards the situation yet, was it a fake marriage? Or would it be based around love and trust? Which would she rather? Awoken from her thoughts by the ringing of the bell, Amelia sprung into action, opening the door for Jackson. There he stood, in one of his typically dashing navy blue suits, double breasted buttons with a Burgundy hanker chief in the pocket.

Unconsciously, her eyes travelled down the delicious length of him, taking in his handsomeness. Amelia may have been brought up in the most proper way but she knew a handsome man when she saw one, having gone to an all girls grammar school she had spent many days fawning over the hottest models in the magazines. In normal circumstances, she would have been the first to gush about his good looks amongst her peers but this situation called for a more mature Amelia, the polite and obedient daughter.

"Do you like what you see?" smirked Jackson, having caught his Amelia giving him the once-over. He was both honoured and shocked, honoured to have pleased his future wife, yet shocked at her brassiness, he had assumed she was a shy introvert of a woman; perhaps he was mistaken?
"I was simply admiring your attire, Mr. Cambridge" she replied somberly, showing no remorse except for the blush upon her cheeks...
"Well, I can admit that I am certainly enjoying the view, Amelia.." he said eyeing her up and down purposefully, he enjoyed riling her up, the spunky attitude of hers intrigued him. Though he spoke the truth, she looked divine is a simple yet elegant day dress that allowed him the pleasure of the view of just enough porcelain skin. It was a lovely shade of purple, contrasting with her beautiful green eyes.
"Please, call me Jackson, can't have my fiance talking to me so formerly.." he said , taking her hand and leading her towards his car.

"Where are we going.. Jackson," she said , choosing to ignore his comment, deciding to allow herself the pleasure of being herself with this man. Perhaps they could become companions, if not truly lovers.
"My house for lunch, so we can get better acquainted," he replied, opening the door and helping her into the passengers seat before entering the drivers side himself.
"I see ," She replied, though secretly anticipation boiled up inside her, she felt as though she was being courted; though two weeks was a pretty short amount of time to court before marriage.

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Jackson found himself utillising any oppurtunity to touch this woman who was to become his wife; he was quite amazed at his intense attraction to her. He watched as she took in his house, and admired how cute she looked, though she generally looked cute doing anything.
"Your house is gorgeous!" she said honestly, it was beautiful, stunning, definitely a place for the rich.
"Soon to be yours as well Amelia, but I'm glad you like it, I'm quite fond of it as well..." He replied, placing an arm around her lithe waist as he guided her towards the sitting room. A feeling of warmth spread throughout her at his touch, the touch of her future husband, it was all quite exciting really. When they reached the sitting room, she felt a sense of loss when he removed his arm from around her and sat beside her on the couch.

"So, what would you like to eat " he asked , smiling warmly at her.
"You don't have anything ready? and there was me thinking you invited me to lunch..." she questioned sarcastically, she found herself openning up to Jackson.
"Yes well, I can't cook so, I was thinking we could explore the pleasures of a take away together!" He replied, enjoying the easy banter between them.
"You dont have a cook or something? I assumed that was the way the rich lived..." she said teasingly...

"Well, in two weeks you'll no longer have to assume... wife" he said while stroking the inside of her palm softly.
"Perhaps you can learn to cook in these two weeks.. husband" she replied tactfully.
"Is that so?" he replied, moving his hand towards her face where it landed gently on the smooth skin of her cheek. He stroked her while he stared into her pellucid orbs ..
"Yes, well no husband of mine won't know how to cook," she said weakly, her voice lacking in volume as she spoke, entranced by his soft touch..
"As you wish... wife" he said huskily, slowly closing the gap between them gradually, giving her the opportunity to pull away. He was ecstatic when she closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss, he wanted this kiss, needed this kiss.

When he took possession of her soft lips, an explosion of emotions coursed through her, the pressure of his lips increased gradually until she found herself responding to the kiss whole-heartedly! He had longed to feel her sweet lips for months and no amount of imagination could have compared to the feeling of the reality. He wanted more, he wanted to taste her, claim her as his by thrusting his tongue against hers!

He licked at her bottom lip, asking for the entrance to the sweet haven that was her mouth.To his dismay he was denied access and decided that perhaps he was rushing Amelia, and though he had been attracted to her for months, he realised she may not feel the same as yet. He would wait, he would "woo" her and then he would claim the prizes of being her husband. He pulled away from her , then placing one last peck on her lips, his hand left her cheek.

Hours later, after they had eaten and spent time getting to know one another, Amelia could still feel the effects of the kiss. Every time there was a pause in conversation, or every time she looked up to find him staring at her, she couldn't help but blush. Jackson was a true gentleman, he was funny and obviously intelligent but very attentive and he looked incredibly yummy when he laughed she thought.

"You mentioned having seen me before?" she questioned, she had been curious about this since yesterday,
"Ah, you're always at the cafe on regent street, where I get my Coffee in the morning. Although you hardly ever look up, you always seemed to have your head in some book.." He explained, leaving out the part where he constantly stared at her. Her beauty always astounded him.
" Oh, my friend owns the cafe, so I generally hang out there before going to lectures, well, when we could still afford them.." she said, sighing forlornly.
" You really enjoyed school didn't you.." he sympathised...
"Yes, I was studying medicine .." she smiled

He wanted to ensure her that, she could continue if she wished, his money would be her money soon and he would be proud to call his wife a doctor. However, he thought it best to leave it as a surprise for later ...

" I think maybe, I should be heading back home now," she said, wondering how time had flown past six o'clock already.
" What if I said I didn't want you to leave ... wife," he said playfully, however he stood up and pulled her up.

" I'd say... I'm not your wife yet Mr. Cambridge" she whispered..

" Soon, you'll be my everything Miss Rose," he replied, leaning down for a kiss that would end their beautiful day together.