“I didn't want to have to deal with this,” he grumbled, and right then, one of the camera guys spotted them. They all began moving and shouting at once.

“Kane! Kane! Is it true you planned a secret wedding?”

Flash. Flash.

“Kane! Is it true that when Mathias O'Shea opposed the wedding, you blocked all his shares!?”

Flash.

“Kane! Why did you get married in Hong Kong!?”

Flash.

“Guys, if you don't want to get arrested, I suggest you leave, now,” Jameson growled.

“Tell us about the wedding! Was Sanders there!?”

Flash.

“Give us a kiss! C'mon!”

Flash.

“Did I fucking stutter? I asked you to leave,” Jameson repeated himself.

Flash.

“Kiss her!”

Flash. Flash.

“Is it true you had a porn star as a best man!?”

Flash.

“If you take another picture, I'm gonna break that camera over your head,” Jameson threatened.

“Kiss her!”

Flash. Flash.

“Mrs. Kane! Why the secrecy? Didn't you want a big wedding!?”

Flash.

“That's it, you're gonna -,” Jameson started, but Tate grabbed his arm. When he looked down at her, he was shocked to see that she was smiling.

“What did you just call me?” she asked the paparazzi that was closet to her. He looked flabbergasted for a minute.

“Um, I asked if you wanted to have a big wedding, Mrs. Kane,” he repeated himself. Her smile got even bigger.

“I like that. Okay, you boys get one picture before I turn Mr. Kane loose on you,” Tate offered. Jameson groaned.

“Give us a kiss! Kiss her!” All the paparazzi were shouting at once. Tate laughed and stood on her toes, wrapping her arm around Jameson's shoulders.

“Just give them what they want,” she suggested.

“You better not get used to getting what you want,” he warned her, sliding his arm around her waist.

“Why not? I usually do, anyway.”

“Shut up, Mrs. Kane.”

Then he put on a good show, dipping her almost in half and kissing her soundly.

~13~

“Shall we look?” Tate asked, propping herself up.

“No,” Jameson moaned. “Sleep. Please, for the love of god, woman, let me sleep.”

“Did you really think I was going to let you sleep on our wedding night?” she asked, then bit him on the chest. He jerked away.

“One of these days, you really are going to give me a heart attack,” he warned her.

“Good thing I inherit everything,” she pointed out.

“Hey, Sanders gets half.”

“Yeah, but I'll just marry him after you're gone, so same diff.”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

“C'mon, let's go look,” her voice lowered to a hiss as she wiggled her body next to his.

“Why do you like to look at that shit?” Jameson asked.

“Because it's fun.”

“'Fun'? Tate, it nearly destroyed us on not one, but two occasions,” he reminded her. She shrugged.

“It's different now.”

“How so?”

“I'm your wife. I'm undestroyable now.”

Jameson couldn't argue with that.

“Fine. Get the computer.”

Tate scampered off of the bed, ran out of the room naked. Then she came back in and jumped on the mattress, holding the laptop. He took it from her and opened it, resting it on his stomach.

“Go here,” Tate instructed, tilting the machine towards her so she could type in the Google search bar.

“You owe me for this,” Jameson warned her, working his hand into the hair on the back of her head.

“What!? It's just an article, barely anything. How can I owe you for that?” she asked, ignoring him while she scrolled through web pages.

“Because I said so,” he replied, fisting his hand.

“Pffft, like that matters,” she snorted. He pulled sharply.

“Hey. Watch your fucking mouth.”

“You watch it.”

“I think having my last name has given you a new set of balls,” he told her.

“Ooohhh, then you must be extra excited about being married to me,” she joked.

Play time's over.

Jameson rolled over quickly, causing her to shriek and the computer to fly off the bed. He pinned her down to the mattress.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” he growled. She smiled up at him, but there wasn't anything sweet about it.

“I think you heard me,” she purred.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you always want to piss me off?” he snapped, driving his knee up between her legs, forcing them apart.

“Cause I think it's fun,” she breathed, then gasped when his hand gripped her thigh roughly, yanking her leg up so it was next to his hip.

“You're not gonna think it's fun in a minute,” he warned her, moving so he was kneeling between her legs.

“I'm sure I will.”

Jameson didn't care that they were both exhausted from having sex all night. Didn't care whether or not she was ready. Didn't care about anything but being inside her. He held onto his cock with one hand, pushing all the way inside her in one go, slamming his hips to hers.

“Fuck, Tate, you wake up wet for me,” he groaned. She managed a laugh in between her gasps.