Page 1 of Jacob
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SKYE
Tapping the stop button on my music app, the sound of Adele’s soulful voice immediately stops.
I let out a sigh of satisfaction, giving the buns in my hair a quick squeeze to relieve the pressure. They’ve been in all day, and I’m desperate to get home and unravel my platinum-silver locks. I’ve been a graphic designer here at Baxter and Bain Branding in my hometown of Castleview Cove since I left art college, but sitting at a desk all day is beginning to take its toll on my shoulders.
Stretching my stiffened neck to ease the tension from sitting hunched over a desk for the last—I check the clock—five hours, I whip off my noise-canceling headphones and lay them on my messy desk. I jolt when a muffled groan echoes across the deserted office, making the beat of my heart shift up a gear.
I sit as still as a statue and dart my eyes around the darkened space.
Nothing.
I must have imagined it.
Turning my attention back to the project management software, it glows back from my computer screen in vivid green,confirming I have completed yet another two projects four days ahead of schedule.
I can’t wait to pour myself a celebratory crisp glass of wine as soon as I get back home.
The same muffled moan echoes again but much louder this time.
A shiver of panic runs down my spine.
I slowly roll my chair away from my desk. Security is watertight at Baxter and Bain, so they would know if an intruder was in the building… wouldn’t they?
I leap to my feet when the chilling sound of a woman sighing floats hauntingly toward me.
Another low moan drifts my way from the managers’ corridor.
I creep quietly toward the noise.
A yellow glow from Jacob’s office, our account executive—and my boss—makes my shoulders sag with relief.
My friend since high school and my ex-boyfriend’s best friend, Jacob doesn’t ever work nights. I know this because I am the only one that does.
What the hell is he doing here?
Now only a couple of feet away from his office, the distinctive sound of a high-pitched feminine moan is more obvious.
Oh my God, is Jacob watching porn in the office?
Curiosity gets the better of me and I move toward the sound.
I have to cover my mouth to silence a gasp when I reach Jacob’s office, his door wide open.
He’s fucking a girl over his desk from behind. Her ice-white hair covers her cheek-to-desk face, making it impossible for me to make out her features.
I don’t recognize her silver-white locks that are weirdly similar to mine.
I stand in the doorway, unable to tear my eyes off him as he drives into her with wild abandon while she groans with pleasure.
A faint sheen of perspiration covers his glorious, athletic chest. His torso is covered in tattoos I’ve never seen before. My eyes dip lower toward his defined abs and chiseled V pointing downward, tempting me to catch a glimpse of his cock, but I can’t see it from this angle.
I want to see.
He presses the girl’s shoulders firmly against the hard surface with one hand and with the other, he digs his fingertips into the pale skin of her hips.
“Ah, Jacob,” she moans.
