Page 43 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

“If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to the study.”

They met up in the open hallway, and Jacob handed her a glass, his hand slipping down to the small of her back.

In the study, a huge circular cream table occupied the space in the middle. Blueprints were laid flat, open with intricate details of different areas, rooms, including the breakdown of walls and how they would open, or if they were solid.

Carla took her eyes across one design, impressed with the features.

“This is the lake?” She pointed, and no sooner than she did, the heat penetrating from his body marinated against her backside as he closed in on her.

“Yes. The land behind the club already stretches into a lake, but we’re going to open this up a bit more and add boats for the administrators to take them on a quick trip if they chose to.”

“This will give the kids something else to look forward to besides video games or staring down at their phones all day.”

“That’s the plan. When we were younger—”

“Hold on,” She turned to face him. “I’m still young.”

He smiled and folded his arms. “Yeah? How young?”

“Thirty-eight years young, thank you very much.” She flipped her hair and went into a neck roll but didn’t miss the way his gaze carried over her.

Before leaving the house for the grocery store, Carla had slipped into a pair of skin-tight jeans that she told herself she would throw away when she got back. It was time for her to accept that her hips had widened a little. However, there was still that part of her that wanted to wait until she dropped the weight.

Now watching Jacob’s hungry gaze ride her curves, she hoped she hadn’t made the wrong choice.

“I’m here to tell you, that’s old. But you carry it well.”

Her mouth dropped, a gasp flying from her lips. She sat her wine glass down and lifted her hand to protest when Jacob covered her with his arms. Drawing her into the warmth of his muscular body—a fit of dark laughter tingled her ear where his mouth landed.

“You better be joking!”

His body vibrated against her as he laughed, then unexpectedly, his mouth pushed against her face, down her chin, melting into her neck.

A shiver coursed down her body, and her nipples knotted, pussy thumping.

Slowly she turned her eyes to him as he lifted his gaze to meet her stare.

“I was,” he said, “Kidding.” The timbre of his voice threatened to shake her. But she was consumed now, by his ever-glowing irises, captivated in the sparkle that hypnotized her.

Biting into her bottom lip, words evaded her.

“I’m thirty-nine myself, and I think—”

She leaned her lips toward him, and he took that opportunity to taste her mouth again.

The New Year’s Eve kiss they shared lit Jacob’s core when he moved to taste her. Naturally, he would let the woman take the lead on any physical activity. Consent was a must for him. Jacob was still adamant about that.

With Carla, however, he’d been so hungry to taste the flavor of her tongue that he’d taken the chance. He was happy to know she was evidently okay with it since she didn’t smack him silly but reciprocated the fervor of his kiss—like now.

A thread of chills showered them as they heated together, mouths meshing, sucking off each other’s lips. Jacob’s embrace tightened, their thighs grazing, and he couldn’t stop it when his dick grew up her belly.

“Oh…” She moaned against his lips, slipping her hand up to his neck and jumping against his body, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He caught Carla by her ass, lined the entrance of her mouth with his tongue, and inhaled her again, pressing his dick against her center.

A second passed, and Carla found herself on the tabletop, her bottom on the blueprint as Jacob leaned into her, sucking down her chin to her neck. A sting against her flesh shook her and damned if she didn’t want to be consumed by him.

“Take the jeans off,” she purred.

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