Page 40 of Inked Persuasion

“We both know that’s not the only snack I’ll be having tonight.”

“You’re about to fuck me on top of your car, aren’t you?” I asked, laughing.

“No, because we parked under a light, and I’m not really in the mood to spend the evening in jail.” His hands slid up my dress ever so slightly, and even though we were alone in the parking lot, I still shivered, wondering if anyone could see.

“I need you,” he growled. “Watching you slowly taste and savor your food all night, your tongue constantly flicking out as you nibbled and sucked on everything you ate…I practically came right there. I didn’t realize watching a woman eat and enjoy her food could get me hard, but here we are.”

“Then I guess you’d better drive very carefully yet very quickly to get us home.”

He kissed me hard on the mouth again, and then we raced to the car, laughing as we tried to put on our seat belts. Jacob barely remembered how to put the car in gear. It was only a five-minute drive, but I was breathing hard the whole time, and Jacob’s hand was on my thigh, my skirt pushed up slightly, his fingers playing with my delicate flesh. He didn’t touch anywhere inappropriate, and anyone watching wouldn’t be able to see anything, but it was the tease, the knowledge that he would be there soon.

He pulled into his driveway, and we piled out of the car, both of us looking at each other, at our homes, and then we made a dash to his house, only because it was closer. I didn’t care that any neighbor outside could see.

Jacob slammed the door behind us, and then my back was against the hardwood, his hardness pressed to my stomach. “I’m going to fuck you right here against this door. What do you say?” he asked, growling against me.

“I’m saying you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He kissed me again, a bruising force against my mouth, and then he pulled back, stripping off his black shirt and pulling it away from his body. It fell to the floor, and then he shucked off his shoes and pants in one go. Suddenly, he was naked before me, his body long lines of muscle and sinew. His dick was hard, a little moisture at its tip, and thick.

“Whoa,” I whispered.

“And you, my dear, are wearing far too many clothes.”

He came forward, and I gripped him at the base of his dick, pumping him once, twice. He groaned before tugging up my dress to plunge his fingers into me as he shoved aside my panties.

I let out a shocked gasp; my entire body clamping around him as I came at the first touch.

He pumped into me with hard, fast strokes of his fingers that pressed against my clit and the bundle of nerves inside me. I wrapped one arm around him, teetering on my heels as I used my other hand to dig into his flesh, reaching for strength and control.

I came again, never having orgasmed so quickly in quick succession before. And then he was pulling at the top of my dress as well as my bra, my breasts falling heavily into his hands. He lapped at my nipples, pressing my breasts together as he bit and sucked.

My hands were all over him, both of us needing, and then my dress was near my feet, and I was kicking it away, still wearing my heels. Jacob lifted me by the thighs, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, needing balance. When he met my gaze, he plunged inside. There was no finesse, no soft touches. Just hardness inside me, and both of us panting. He pummeled me into the door, and I held on for dear life, moving with each stroke and still needing him more. I kissed him hard and raked my nails down his back. When he pushed even harder the last time, I came again and felt him filling me up, my name on his lips as he came.

He kissed me again, biting my lip, and both of us shook. He wore nothing, and I only wore my shoes, my heels digging into his skin.

“I am going to be completely marked up tomorrow,” he growled, kissing me again.

“That’s all your fault,” I teased. “You’re the one who had me keep on the shoes.”

He looked between us, and I did the same, watching as he continued moving slowly, leisurely, pushing inside me again, his cock disappearing before he gently pulled out. I shook, the sight of us connected in the most intimate way possible, hitting me harder than I thought.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this. I wasn’t supposed to want anything more, but when I looked up at him, I knew I was in trouble.

Because something was there in his gaze, something he blinked away quickly as if he were as afraid of it as I was.

I didn’t think, I just kissed him again and held him as if I hadn’t seen. Pretended I didn’t feel the same.

I did what I had to do.

I made believe.

Chapter 12

Annabelle

The next morning, I rubbed my temples and drank my third cup of coffee. I was probably teetering on the edge of a caffeine addiction, but I didn’t care just then. Jacob and I had continued our evening using pieces of furniture in his house, and then I had fallen asleep, both of us passed out from exhaustion and bliss. I had woken up the next morning, my phone alarm scaring the crap out of me, and practically scrambled from his bed, neither of us talking, just nodding at one another since there was nothing really to say.

We couldn’t get too serious—that would ruin everything. And he knew I had to work.

---