Page 30 of Baby for My Billionaire Rival

I smile.

“Not in a weird, way. Not a creepy way, I promise. Just… look at you.”

I feel myself flush all up and down my body. I could say the exact same about him. Instead of wasting our time talking, though, I prance over to him, grab his hand, and yank him full force across the apartment into my bedroom. It’s completely dark except for the streetlight that beams through the window, casting long slats of light across the floor.

“Come here,” I whisper.

We embrace, foreheads tipping together. The room would be completely silent if not for our matching, timpani heartbeats. Thumping hard. Waiting, waiting…

Jake tips his mouth toward mine. “I want you so bad.”

“Have me. Tonight, I’m all yours.” For one night and one night only. That’s all we can afford when our lives are so closely entangled. Not to mention, CEOs don’t fall in love with CEOs. The work that goes into running companies as big as ours is no joke. Who stays home and keeps the house? Who takes care of the children?

I’m getting just a little bit ahead of myself.

“I have a condom,” he mutters, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. “I always have one, I wasn’t expecting –”

I kiss him to stop the rambling. As if I care if he planned to have a condom tonight or not. “Want you. Now.”

“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” Jake says with a small, country-boy nod.

But that polite country boy disappears in a flash when his hands land firmly on my shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed, my body landing with bounce. I laugh giddily and watch him as he hurriedly undresses. Jacket first, sloughing off to the floor like snakeskin, then belt, metal clattering against hardwoods. His jeans follow, leaving his legs totally bare up to his boxer briefs caging in hisveryswollen package.

Dear God, he’s big.

I can’t wait to have him inside me.

As he works the buttons of his shirt, down, down, down some more, he looks at me, concentration broken with a smile.

I sit up, grab his shirt, and pull him on top of me. “Let me help,” I moan. I undo the rest of the buttons, then run my palms across his broad chest, soft hairs tickling my skin. “My God, Jacob.” My eyes are as wide as moons, taking in allthe tight ridges of his muscles. “You’re like a fucking statue or something.”

“Are you objectifying me, Gladstone?” he jokes with a raised brow.

“Absolutely.” I tuck my hands around his neck and pull him on top of me, kissing him. Delicious. If I had any patience, I’d take the member pulsing against my thighs into my mouth, and beg him to do the same to me. I’d tease and taunt and take my time, but this fire wants to burn and it wants to burn now. I need him inside.

“It’s only fair if I get to see too,” Jake whispers.

“Hell, yes, I think that’s a deal I could sign off on.”

He pulls my dress up over my head, leaving me entirely naked except for my underwear. “Dear Lord…”

Feeling the lust in his gaze makes me bashful. I take care of my body as best I can. I’ve given into procedures to make it tighter, firmer, skinnier, all of the things that are supposed to make me perfect. And yet, this moment is still so scary. Him taking in my nakedness.

I can’t hide behind anything anymore.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs. He kisses the insides of each of my breasts, then my collarbone. “Fucking beautiful.” Then, Jake cups my chin, tilting it just so. “I like this part the best though.”

I inhale sharply.

We continue to kiss, touch, and caress a little longer, trying to figure each other out. Sex is never good the first time you do it with someone new. But we don’t have the luxury of a second chance. So, we have to make this count.

Jake’s hips begin to grind against mine. The want grows between us. I’m already so wet. I plead, “Jake, please, I need you so badly. I needed you like half an hour ago at the bar, just please –‘”

“If you keep begging I’m gonna come before I even get the condom on,” he huffs.

I giggle as he withdraws, sitting at the edge of a bed as he shirks off his briefs. As I shimmy off my own underwear, I hear the splitting of a condom wrapper, a soft grunt from between his lips as he feels his hand around himself.

If that’s what he sounds like with just his hand, imagine what he’ll sound like when he’s inside me.

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