Page 46 of Stolen

“No. I got enough sleep. Thanks.” I sheepishly took the coffee into my grip. “Thanks for the coffee.”

Jacob eyed me up and down, his gaze filled with suspicion. “Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on with you today?” He pressed. “Is it just the photoshoot?”

“Yes. And no.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What happens if I broke one of the rules?” I kept my voice low. “Will you be mad at me?”

“What rules are you talking about, Leo?” Jacob grinned, before his expression suddenly became sullen. “Wait. Shit. The rules. Did you?—”

He looked distraught, as he tried to finish his sentence. “Leo, did you—with someone else—was someone else in your room last night?—”

“No!” I nearly yelled. “No, Jacob. That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Then, what are you talking about?”

“I touched myself last night.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t help it,” I started to plead my case. “I was so stressed out with photoshoot stuff. And I took a shower to help me calm down. But then, I started thinking about you.”

“What about me?”

“I started thinking about you taking me out for a night on the town… both of us ending up in the back of some club… your hand going down my pants as you make me come for you in acrowded room…” My cheeks grew hotter and hotter. “And then I thought about you taking me to the bathroom… bending me over the sink…”

“And?” Jacob’s fingers were trailing down either side of my waist.

“And claiming me… fucking me… telling the people knocking on the bathroom door that you were busy teaching me a lesson…”

“And what would that lesson be?”

“That I’m yours,” I admitted, even as I tried to laugh it off. “I mean, you don’t need to worry about me or anything. I know that’s never going to happen. I just thought it was something hot to think about.”

“You don’t think I’d ever take you out?”

“Sure, maybe if the snow ever clears while we’re here.” I laughed again, fighting off the embarrassment crawling up my chest. “I’m not dumb. I know what this is, Jacob. And I’m okay with that.”

Jacob seemed taken aback for a moment before his face went back to neutral. “You’re right. You did break the rules. But I’m not mad at you.”

“Really? You’re not?” I let out a sigh of relief and leaned toward him, going in for a kiss. “Good, because I was hoping we could maybe have some alone time this morning before the shoot?—”

“I think you’re misunderstanding me,” Jacob cut me off, before he kissed my forehead. “I’m not mad at you, but I am going to punish you.”

“Punish me? Punish me how?”

“I’m not going to touch you again until you’re begging me for it.”

“What? No.” I couldn’t help the frown that appeared on my face. “Jacob, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”

“You knew the rules, baby.” Jacob grinned. “And if there aren’t consequences, what’s the point of having rules, anyway?”

“So, you’re really just going to not touch me?”

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