Page 67 of Breaking the Rules of Love

I believe him, but just picturing him in that situation with another woman hitting on him is making meinsanelyjealous. Eventhinkingabout him being around another woman has me wanting to go find her and beat her face off.

“Of course I would have had every right to smash her after you ghosted me for five days–”

“I didn’t ghost you!” I protest.

“Oh, you didn’t?” Jake asks. “What did you do then?”

He’s got me there, and we both know it. I slump forward against his chest again and sigh. “Okay, I ghosted you.”

He chuckles. “So even after you ghosted me for five days, all I could think about was you.”

My insides are spinning around like a tornado. I reach up and run my hands across Jake’s pecs, then up to the sculpted muscles of his neck until I’m tracing the lines of his chiseled jaw.

“Well, I’m here now, Jake,” I whisper. “Do you have any thoughts on what you’d like to do?”

Jake’s torso expands as he laughs softly. His hands slide across my hips and down under the waistband of the sweatpants he gave me to wear. I have no panties on underneath, of course, as the ones I was wearing are soaked from the rain.

My whole body comes alive at his touch as he explores my curves with his fingertips.

“Oh, I’ve got some ideas,” he says, his lips brushing gently against my ear. I start to tingle, and my heart begins to pound like it used to when I was lying beneath him. “You don’t have to go in to work for a night shift or something, do you?”

“Nope.” I smile, looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”

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Sadie

I can’t even beginto describe how incredible it feels to have Jake pulling off my shirt again. Well, not my shirt—hisshirt, but who really cares right now? He slips it off over my shoulders, and it’s like I’m being taken back into the arms of an old lover.

And that’s what Jake is. My lover.

I realize that now, and I’m no longer afraid to admit it. I’m no longer afraid to admit my love for him.

His blue eyes lock on to mine as he runs his hands up my body and takes hold of my breasts. I let my lips open to accept his kiss which causes an incredible sensation to run through my entire body. I try to reach behind me for something to brace myself on, but there’s nothing, so I simply grab ahold of Jake and hang on.

The shape of his muscles is familiar now as I lift his damp shirt to get at them. I want him naked too. We have to break our kiss for a moment while he shrugs out of his shirt and tosses it aside, but then our lips are right back against each other again, kissing hungrily like it’s been five years, not five days.

He tugs at my sweatpants, and I tilt my hips and let them fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked before him. Jake is wearing the pants he went out in tonight still, along with a belt which I have to actually fiddle with. But he takes over, leaving me to undo the top button and tug down his zipper. I can feel he is already bulging up underneath, which is such a huge turn-on for me that I feel my entire body instantly go hot.

Minutes ago, I felt like I’d just crawled out of the freezer after having been sitting outside in the rain for who knows how long. But now I’m burning up with desire for the man who has his hands all over me. In fact, I’m nearly overheating.

I pull his pants down, leaving him only in his boxer-briefs, which are bulging so big I’m surprised they’re not bursting. I reach down, but I can’t even cup the bulge with one hand.

How did I forget just how big Jake is?

With a growl, he pushes me down on the couch, and I go wild inside. His dominance, his power, the way he exerts control—God have I been missing it.

He stands over me and looks down with those icy-blue eyes.

“Take them off,” he says, indicating his briefs with a glance. All he’s doing is turning me on even more. I sit up slightly and hook my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pull.

His enormous cock springs free, and once again, I’m shocked by its size.

I’ve taken that?I think as I look at it.

I open my mouth to take it into my mouth, but I don’t even have a chance to before Jake is pushing me back down onto the couch and pressing his body against mine.

The warmth, the strength, the solidarity. I’m his to do as he wants with. But I need him inside me now.

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