In Your Corner
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Never have I been so torn between laughter and tears. Oh God. So sweet. But seriously, who considers mac ’n’ cheese a gourmet feast?
“I’m sure it will be delicious. And protein shakes…you really know how to treat a girl.”
Completely missing the irony, Jake nods. “I do. They have twenty-five grams of satiating protein to help maintain lean body mass, no added sugars, and I got chocolate because it’s better at masking the taste of whey.”
“Mmmmm.”
“You done here?” He looks behind him, but the last client is with one of the other attorneys and everyone else is packing up.
“Yeah.”
Jake frowns. “Baby?”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Not used to you being so quiet.”
“To be honest, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.” I shove my papers into my briefcase and pretend not to see the clinic coordinator watching us with avid interest.
Jake grabs the cooler and leans over to kiss my cheek. “I promise by the end of the night, you’ll be feeling something else.”
My body heats in an instant. “Jake Donovan, I hope you didn’t make dinner just to lure me into your bed, because I might be tempted to skip a meal and move straight to dessert.”
He gives me a wicked smile. “You are dessert.”
Chapter 15
SLOW AND GENTLE
Fun and happy times end once we hit the parking lot. Jake has an agenda, and he is adamant that we follow it to the letter.
First, kissing in the parking lot. The minute we clear the front door, he pushes me up against the brick wall and kisses me so long and deep I forget we’re outside. In a frenzy of lust, I try to tear off his clothes. Jake gives me an admonishing “tsk tsk” and gently disengages my hands from his shirt. Clothes tearing is further down the agenda. Definitely after we reach my house.
Second, Jake removes Amanda’s panties. Also in the parking lot. This is accomplished with him on his knees in front of me while I try not to moan too loudly.
Third, a quick check to see how much Amanda enjoys exhibitionism. Jake’s finger glistens under the streetlamp. Apparently Amanda enjoys it a lot.
Fourth, Jake drives Amanda’s car since he planned ahead and arrived in a taxi. This allows Amanda to recline the passenger seat while Jake tests his driving-with-one-hand-and-finger-fucking-Amanda-with-the-other skills. He passes with flying colors.
Not on the agenda is the traffic jam of epic proportions on the bridge that prevents a very aroused Amanda and an equally aroused Jake, as evident from the erection straining against his fly, from getting home quickly. The agenda is quickly rearranged. Jake and Amanda dine on lukewarm mac ’n’ cheese with hot dogs, washed down with chocolate protein shakes.
Fifth, the agenda once again in place, Amanda and Jake finally arrive at Amanda’s house. Time for dessert.
Door closed. Lights off. I press my hands against Jake’s chest and back him slowly up against the wall. “No more teasing. I want my sexy times.”
“Mmmmm. He nips my ear and tickles kisses along my earlobe. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Well, you’re in luck because I’m a very dirty girl who has spent the last hour and a half having very dirty thoughts.” I yank on his belt, freeing it from the buckle before he grabs my hand.
“Slow down, baby.”
But I don’t want to slow down. First, Farnsworth; then my house, Reid and his threats, Jake showing up unexpectedly. Too much. Too many things spinning out of control. I need to get off the merry-go-round. I need to regain control in just one aspect of my life. And this way I can lose myself, making Jake feel as good as he makes me feel.
Dropping to my knees, I unzip his pants. “You were very sweet to show up with dinner. I want to say thank you, but in an impolite, talking-with-the-mouth-full kind of way.”
Jake growls low in his throat and fists my hair, tugging my head back. “There’s a reward I’d like better because it involves both of us enjoying it.”
My fists clench on his thighs and I meet his gaze. “Please.”
He studies me for a long time and a pained expression crosses his face, so fleeting I wonder if I imagined it and then so quickly replaced with raw desire I’m almost sure I did. “I want your mouth on me so f**king bad, baby. I’ve wanted it since that day we were fixing up the house and you were all cute and mussed, with dirt on your face and those plump lips wet and glistening. Fuck. You were talking and I was wiping your face, all I was thinking about was watching those lips slide down my cock.”
My cheeks heat. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Jake shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie. “Hell yes.”
I ease his clothing down and his c**k springs free, already hard and erect. It bounces gently in my direction and I wrap my hand around the base then slowly glide it toward the piercing, barely visible in the shadows. My stomach cartwheels. God. Oh God. I have fantasized about tasting his piercing since I first touched it in the cage.
Jake’s hand drops to the back of my head and for a moment I think he’s going to push me away, but instead he pulls me forward and I run my lips along his hot, silky skin.
“Wasn’t so hard to twist your arm.”
Jake chuckles. “Oh I’m still gonna follow my agenda, baby. But gentleman that I am, I’ll let you go first.” He hisses in a breath as I lean over and flick my tongue across his head, soft and slick. Then I lick slowly over the piercing and explore the two steel knobs with tentative flicks, the metallic tang deliciously naughty on my tongue. Jake’s c**k swells and pulses, and I pump my fist along his length in counterpoint to my licks.
“I’m sure it will be delicious. And protein shakes…you really know how to treat a girl.”
Completely missing the irony, Jake nods. “I do. They have twenty-five grams of satiating protein to help maintain lean body mass, no added sugars, and I got chocolate because it’s better at masking the taste of whey.”
“Mmmmm.”
“You done here?” He looks behind him, but the last client is with one of the other attorneys and everyone else is packing up.
“Yeah.”
Jake frowns. “Baby?”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Not used to you being so quiet.”
“To be honest, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed.” I shove my papers into my briefcase and pretend not to see the clinic coordinator watching us with avid interest.
Jake grabs the cooler and leans over to kiss my cheek. “I promise by the end of the night, you’ll be feeling something else.”
My body heats in an instant. “Jake Donovan, I hope you didn’t make dinner just to lure me into your bed, because I might be tempted to skip a meal and move straight to dessert.”
He gives me a wicked smile. “You are dessert.”
Chapter 15
SLOW AND GENTLE
Fun and happy times end once we hit the parking lot. Jake has an agenda, and he is adamant that we follow it to the letter.
First, kissing in the parking lot. The minute we clear the front door, he pushes me up against the brick wall and kisses me so long and deep I forget we’re outside. In a frenzy of lust, I try to tear off his clothes. Jake gives me an admonishing “tsk tsk” and gently disengages my hands from his shirt. Clothes tearing is further down the agenda. Definitely after we reach my house.
Second, Jake removes Amanda’s panties. Also in the parking lot. This is accomplished with him on his knees in front of me while I try not to moan too loudly.
Third, a quick check to see how much Amanda enjoys exhibitionism. Jake’s finger glistens under the streetlamp. Apparently Amanda enjoys it a lot.
Fourth, Jake drives Amanda’s car since he planned ahead and arrived in a taxi. This allows Amanda to recline the passenger seat while Jake tests his driving-with-one-hand-and-finger-fucking-Amanda-with-the-other skills. He passes with flying colors.
Not on the agenda is the traffic jam of epic proportions on the bridge that prevents a very aroused Amanda and an equally aroused Jake, as evident from the erection straining against his fly, from getting home quickly. The agenda is quickly rearranged. Jake and Amanda dine on lukewarm mac ’n’ cheese with hot dogs, washed down with chocolate protein shakes.
Fifth, the agenda once again in place, Amanda and Jake finally arrive at Amanda’s house. Time for dessert.
Door closed. Lights off. I press my hands against Jake’s chest and back him slowly up against the wall. “No more teasing. I want my sexy times.”
“Mmmmm. He nips my ear and tickles kisses along my earlobe. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Well, you’re in luck because I’m a very dirty girl who has spent the last hour and a half having very dirty thoughts.” I yank on his belt, freeing it from the buckle before he grabs my hand.
“Slow down, baby.”
But I don’t want to slow down. First, Farnsworth; then my house, Reid and his threats, Jake showing up unexpectedly. Too much. Too many things spinning out of control. I need to get off the merry-go-round. I need to regain control in just one aspect of my life. And this way I can lose myself, making Jake feel as good as he makes me feel.
Dropping to my knees, I unzip his pants. “You were very sweet to show up with dinner. I want to say thank you, but in an impolite, talking-with-the-mouth-full kind of way.”
Jake growls low in his throat and fists my hair, tugging my head back. “There’s a reward I’d like better because it involves both of us enjoying it.”
My fists clench on his thighs and I meet his gaze. “Please.”
He studies me for a long time and a pained expression crosses his face, so fleeting I wonder if I imagined it and then so quickly replaced with raw desire I’m almost sure I did. “I want your mouth on me so f**king bad, baby. I’ve wanted it since that day we were fixing up the house and you were all cute and mussed, with dirt on your face and those plump lips wet and glistening. Fuck. You were talking and I was wiping your face, all I was thinking about was watching those lips slide down my cock.”
My cheeks heat. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Jake shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie. “Hell yes.”
I ease his clothing down and his c**k springs free, already hard and erect. It bounces gently in my direction and I wrap my hand around the base then slowly glide it toward the piercing, barely visible in the shadows. My stomach cartwheels. God. Oh God. I have fantasized about tasting his piercing since I first touched it in the cage.
Jake’s hand drops to the back of my head and for a moment I think he’s going to push me away, but instead he pulls me forward and I run my lips along his hot, silky skin.
“Wasn’t so hard to twist your arm.”
Jake chuckles. “Oh I’m still gonna follow my agenda, baby. But gentleman that I am, I’ll let you go first.” He hisses in a breath as I lean over and flick my tongue across his head, soft and slick. Then I lick slowly over the piercing and explore the two steel knobs with tentative flicks, the metallic tang deliciously naughty on my tongue. Jake’s c**k swells and pulses, and I pump my fist along his length in counterpoint to my licks.
