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My breath catches and my mouth dries.
He clicks the lock behind him, his eyes trailing every inch of my body. I’m still wearing the dress Zaid gifted me in the morning. It fits me like a glove and by the way Jake is watching me, it’s a big hit.
I swallow, hands trembling. “Jake, what are you doing here?”
“You’re going to tell Aiden about us, right?”
I nod, my entire body shaking.
He sighs, as if relieved, and steps toward me. He slowly lifts his hands, his fingers grazing my shoulders as he shoves the spaghetti straps of my dress down my arms.
“Then one more night wouldn’t hurt,” He whispers so close to me, his lips grazing the skin of my cheek. My body breaks out into goosebumps and Jake watches with dilated
eyes.
My stomach coils, hunger striking between my legs. I kept myself to my word of celibacy for 24 hours; I could break it for Jake. I lift my arms, letting my straps fall down to my wrists, my dress following down my waist after.
It pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my thong and my high heels. A pained expression passes through his eyes and he runs a thumb over my nipple.
It pebbles beneath his attention and he breathes in. “You are the sexiest little thing I’ve
ever seen.”
I cup his cheeks, forcing his eyes to mine. “Jake, this is the last time. Please. I will tell
Aiden. I will. And you can you can have me after that, but please give me some time.”
He nods, a sadness hooding his eyes, jaw clenching. “As hard as it is, I can be patient.”
“You said New Years.”
He nods.
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“Give me until then.”
“After tonight,” he swallows.
“After tonight,” I whisper, and then I lift myself onto the tips of my toes and kiss him. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me in, lifting me until my legs are around his waist and he walks me to my bed.
I moan, holding onto him as he lowers us both, him on top of me. He touches me, fingers caressing my skin, my ribs, the skin on my lower back. I come to life with a tense need.
“Jake,” I whisper. “I need you.”
He moans, gripping my knees to spread my legs apart. His fingers slide down my legs, and then they’re slipping under my thong. He parts my lower lips, coming in contact with my clit and I gasp, holding on tight to his shirt to pull him in closer.
“So wet, baby.”
I nod. “For you.”
His teeth nip at my neck, the stubbles from his beard tickling my throat. The smell of his skin fills me with need, the pads of his fingers thick and attentive to the pleasure building
between my legs.
He pulls away and I’m left heaving for breath, trembling. “Jake?”
He smiles down at me, licking his lip before completely stepping away from the bed. I sit up to watch him as he goes to my desk and picks up the little box he gifted me. I swallow, the heat in my belly coiling and I move until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You know, when I saw these,” He whispers as he makes his way back to me. “I imagined you wearing them.”
He stands in front of me, his hand cupping my cheek.
“Nothing but them.”
I clench my legs together and a beautifully devastating smile lifts his lips. God, he’s so easy to look at. “Then put them on me.”
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His smile grows, and he caresses my ear, the touch so sensual as he places the earring there. He repeats the motion with the other and then stands between my legs, fingers brushing the inside of my thigh as he takes his time to look at me.
“If I could have you like this, waiting for me every night in my bed, then I would be the happiest man in the world.”
