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He places his finger over my lips to shush me. “Because you’re going to scream for me to stop, that’s a guarantee, but you won’t really mean it, will you?”

I stare at him blankly. What does he mean?

When he lies beside me, his mouth begins to roam aimlessly over my body. My eyes fall closed. It feels so good.

It’s not until his leg wraps over mine spreading my thighs apart that I open my eyes, locking on him. There is something between us. I never thought it was possible, but I swear we can understand each other with just a look. When his palm settles between my legs, my hips lift from the mattress. His mouth pulls up at the corner, and it’s in this moment I know I’m in trouble.

“Jacob,” I moan as his fingers sink into me.

He doesn’t disappoint. He brings me to orgasm over and over again.

“Stop, please, Jacob, I can’t.” But I do, again and again.

His mouth is hot over my skin, his hands rough yet sure. He wrings pleasure from my body as if it’s the simplest thing in the world to do. I pull at my binds, so sensitive I think I might die if he touches me there again.

“Red, red,” I whisper.

Instantly his hands are removed from my body, but his lips descend on mine, and he kisses me gently … lovingly even.

My entire body is vibrating, but my eyelids are so heavy I can’t keep them open.

“Sleep. I’ll take care of you,” he whispers over my face, and I feel him reach up to untie my binds. He rubs my arms before settling them by my side.

I doze off and on as he cleans me up. He’s being so careful with me that I try my hardest to stay awake to witness it.

No one has ever treated me so tenderly.

I want it to last … I want it forever.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Jacob

Iforced myself to stay awake until I was sure she was sound asleep. My body and brain were exhausted, but I needed to make sure she was good before I let my eyes fall closed.

This morning I woke with a start, feeling like I’d slept for days. I found her still asleep beside me, except she wasn’t hugging me, she was curled up around the little stuffed dog I left for her in the basement before I went to Iowa.

Did she go down to the basement last night to get it?

I run my finger over her brow. She’s so brave.

I’m going to let her sleep as long as she needs to. I head to the kitchen, turning the coffee on. I glance out the window, spotting a couple of bikes outside.

I open the door to find Raffe and Jackson playing cards on my front porch.

“Coffee?” I lean out and ask them.

“Fuck yeah.” Jackson throws his cards on the table and stands to stretch.

They both follow me back inside.

“Have you guys been here all night?”

“Yep,” Raffe says, helping himself to a cup of coffee.

“Eggs?” I ask from inside the refrigerator. “You know you fuckers didn’t have to guard my house all night. Everything is good.”

“Yeah, we heard,” Jackson jokes.

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