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His tongue was on a mission: to drive me insane with lust—and Jacob would be damned if he wouldn’t accomplish that goal...and then some.

His tongue slipped inside my heat, drawing erotic lines up and down my slick flesh. He moaned into me, sending vibrations that rocked me from the inside out. By the time I just let go, grinding my body against his mouth, I’d created a new language. It consisted of two words: shit and fuck.

I wasn’t big on cursing, but desperate times called for desperate measures. His hands reached up to grip me, to pull me closer. He reached parts of me that made me add a few extra syllables to each word.

“F-f-fuck,” I groaned as his tongue lapped at me. Plunged in and out of my channel like he was possessed and loving every minute of it. He surrounded my knot of passion and sucked, just as his fingers were added to the mix. Pumping and sucking, building a rhythm that I couldn’t keep up with, even if I tried. All I could do was hold on for dear life. Sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. “Sh-sh-sh-shit!”

I let go of the headboard and dropped my hands to him. Gripped tufts of ebony hair and swirled my hips.

Climbing up to the peak of pleasure. Flowing like a river—and all I wanted was to drown in this. To live in this place that was filled with ecstasy.

His words were muffled, but I decided to go rogue and fill in the blanks. I had a feeling from the way his grip tightened, like he was battening down the hatches, he was telling me to come for him.

I let out a single, guttural cry, like a gunshot in the darkness that tore a hole through any silly illusions that some guy from years ago, who walked away from us without looking back, could ever hold a candle to the man I’d built a life with.

A man who never ceased to amaze me.

Who never ran out of ways to make me shatter into a million pieces.

Just as the world righted itself and I climbed off so I didn’t smother the love of my life, another sound echoed around the room. Hope let out a wail that made us both cringe, like we’d been caught redhanded.

“I’ve got her,” Jacob winked, his mouth still glistening with my honey. Hair a wild and delicious mess.

I pecked him on the lip, deciding it was my turn. After the things he just did with his mouth, he earned some major rest and relaxation.

“You rest.” I unhooked my nightgown from the hook near the bed. The silky fabric sighed over my body. I felt his eyes on me, his love flowing in waves. I lingered at the door, casting a heated gaze over my shoulder. “You’re gonna need it.”

CHAPTER FOUR

“Everything okay?”

The smile on my face, which felt like pulling on my favorite t-shirt or opening a window to let the sunshine in, stalled on my face.

My assistant, Simone, was a lot of things; literally a Jill of all Trades. She graduated with a degree in public relations and journalism, combined with a host of extracurriculars that made her stand out from all the other applicants. Things like creating a pop culture blog that rivaled anything coming out of the entertainment sector, volunteering at a nursing home, managing a local coffee shop, and kicking ass on a roller derby team that almost won nationals.

Basically, Simone Ritter was a woman who knew her shit and cared about people. So when she discreetly pulled my door to after I spent our morning brief all smiles, almost whistling before I caught myself because things were finally looking up, I paused to digest her question.

I left my coffee on the desk, my forehead scrunching in confusion. “...yes?” Even though we were in my office and nothing was out of place, from my kick knacks to my stack of things to do, I still scanned the room. Eyeballed the ceiling, like maybe it was all too good to be true and the sky would fall at any moment. “Why do you ask?”

She brought her pen to her mouth, chewing on the end thoughtfully. “I guess I’m just surprised you’re in such a good mood.”

I locked my jaw. “If this is regarding About Us-”

Ouch. I stopped when I looked at her face and saw that she wasn’t referencing all the reports on me at the concert and the lead singer calling me out.

I rounded my desk and plopped in my chair with a grimace. I thought I was keeping my head down, doing a good job of acting like I was A-ok while my home life was in the crapper, but apparently, I was wrong. “Just a bit stressed lately. Nothing to worry about,” I added quickly when she stepped forward, hands on hips, ready to leap into action. Ready to forgive her boss’ rude behavior. “Hold on one sec.”

I left her staring at me quizzically, heading to the break room. Jacob spared no expense when it came to taking care of the employees at Whitmore and Creighton. Along with the swanky cafe on the conference room floor, each break room was stocked with an espresso machine with all the bells and whistles. Usually, I kept it simple with a little sugar to go with my coffee—and I knew that Simone was obsessed with cappuccinos. Her quick response to my question about why she was shocked by my good mood told me that a mere cup of coffee wouldn’t do the trick. Putting up with crabby Leila was worth a cappuccino, at the very least.

I cracked my knuckles, ready to take on the fancy machine that most avoided for fear of becoming the Idiot Who Broke The Espresso Machine. I’d spent two years as a barista at the local hospital while I was in college. I punched a few buttons and before I knew it, I was tamping the ground espresso beans and inhaling the fresh, invigorating aroma. I steamed the milk, tilting the pitcher and adjusting to create the foam.

“Are you making me a drink?”

I peered over my shoulder, chuckling when I saw the wide eyed shock on Simone’s face. “Not just a drink. The best cappuccino you’ve ever had.” And with that, I went back to work, carefully crafting her cappuccino, showing off a tiny bit by making a leaf in the foam.

The whites of her eyes gleamed as brightly as the tiny porcelain cup. “It’s so beautiful! I almost don’t wanna-” She stopped mid-sentence, taking a sip before she let out a moan of pleasure. “Leila, this is amazing!”

I did a little curtsy. “Glad you like it! Consider it the first of many peace offerings for having to put up with me.”

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