Page 13 of Fairy Tale Lies
An old memory jolted her. Months ago, her sister, Cindy, had jokingly given Greta condoms as a breakup gift when she left Blake. “I have a couple in my purse on the kitchen table. Would you—”
Jacob was out the door before she finished her sentence, returning in record time, purse in hand. He was a vision of pure male satisfaction as he strode toward her, without a hint of shyness.
Why would he be? He had the body of a Greek god and a wicked countenance to match, one that promised naughty and delightful times.
“You have any idea how appetizing you are lying there rumpled and sexy?” He slid in next to her.
He bent, kissing right under her ear, moved to her jaw, and last to her mouth. There he stayed, kissing and nibbling her into a frenzy, all the while removing the condom from its wrapper.
Once it was on, to her surprise, he didn’t immediately thrust inside her. Instead, he rested on his forearms and nuzzled her neck.
Did he want her to beg? She would. “Please, Jacob.” She rocked her hips, needing everything he had to give.
He stared into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“God, yes,” she breathed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought his mouth back to her lips.
He entered her slowly, desire stamped on every strained muscle and each shallow breath.
She gasped at the pure ecstasy of it.
He immediately stilled. “Are you okay? Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
He exhaled a low, sexy laugh against her neck. “Thank God. It might’ve killed me.”
Driving in deeper, he filled her completely and groaned. He rocked his hips, firm and steady, transporting her to a paradise where only touch and need existed.
She met him thrust for thrust, each one becoming more powerful and urgent than the previous. Rapidly, her body tightened as another powerful orgasm built.
“Greta, you feel incredible,” he grated through his clenched jaw, like a man trying to hold back a violent storm, barely able to contain it.
Without warning, another orgasm ripped through her body, and she splintered into a million pieces. She bit his shoulder, hoping it would hold her together; instead, he groaned her name and shuddered with his own release.
Later, rain drummed against the window, tapping on her conscience, reminding Greta she was entwined with a stranger.
She tried to care but couldn’t. Her body was too languid and satiated.
Jacob smiled and kissed her temple before leaving the bed to dispose of the condom. As he shut the bathroom door, Greta’s phone chimed inside her purse. It was her mother’s ring tone.
So much for an afterglow.
Chapter Four
The present…
Rae leaned back and fanned herself. “That’s one hell of a first meet, but I’m not grasping the problem.”
Greta had expected scorn or disappointment, not Rae’s captivated endorsement. It threw her off-kilter. Greta wasn’t sure how to answer, and silence filled the office.
Rae straightened, no longer playful. “Was he a jerk after?”
“No,” Greta hedged. “There wasn’t a whole lot of, ‘right after.’”
“What do you mean?”
“My phone had been going off, um during…and well, neither of us heard it until after. By the time I checked, there were a dozen missed calls from my mother. I called her back and discovered she and my stepfather, Nigel, had come home early from their trip.
