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Chapter 139
Chapter 139
Crying in the shower makes so much sense.
“I’ll miss you while I’m gone.” He smiles softly, bringing our heads together, the water from the shower still trickling over his hair and causing rivulets to run down his cheek onto my breasts in an almost mesmerizing pattern.
“We haven’t slept apart since you told me you loved me,” I whisper shyly.
“It’s been intentional.” He gazes at my mouth, a finger coming up to trace my lips slowly. “Don’t clam up on me, neonata … We should be talking about this.” He sees my expression tighten and backs off. My external bristle and cold mask connecting. Our eyes meet, and I catch the indulgent frown. “Okay, but we will talk about this at some point … The baby coming is inevitable. I know your instinct is to shut down and blank it but I’m not going to let you, not over this.” That stubborn set to his jaw and raised eyebrow tell me that he means it.
I turn back around so I don’t have to be interrogated by those eyes, tilting my head back so the water begins to rinse the left-over suds away from my hair, trying my best to make it clear that I’m done talking about this. He takes a slow steady breath, readying himself to say something else and I cut in first. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
“Just not today,” I mutter quietly, relaxing when his hands smooth over my hair to free it from the shampoo residue. He kisses my head and carries on washing my shoulders and back. The thing about Jake is that he knows me, maybe not every inner thought but he’s learned enough about me to know when the wall has gone back up. Old Jake would have got pissy and tried to push, but all new and improved Jake knows when to let the battle simmer. I know it won’t last, his impatient, overbearing, self will win over and he’ll push me again and I hope to god by then I can get my head around this enough to talk.
“Stay home with me today … We won’t go to work, if I have to leave you tonight then I want us to do something besides sitting in two different rooms stressing over paperwork all day.” His hands move down my arms slowly, his body close enough it sends tiny shivers through me but he’s not actually touching me. His height towering over me, his wide frame making me feel small and dainty and suddenly so very vulnerable.
“You can’t just take days off to stay in bed with your girlfriend.” I turn and wrap myself in him, pushing away the sudden fragile emotional vibe I’m feeling. “Since I came back, workaholic Carrero seems to have run away.” he kneads my shoulders, so I tilt my head to the side, closing my eyes, enjoying the way it feels.
“Well if we stayed on the boat we wouldn’t even be back by now, so I think I’m entitled to take days off, besides, I was focused on my job because I had nothing else worthy of my attention. I now have you.” He tucks me back under his chin, so he can wrap his arms around me tightly and let his hands wander down my breasts teasingly.
“You had me before.” I push back against him playfully, my butt molding into his groin.
“Hence why I made you work every waking hour and then some … Had to find ways to be around your sexy little self almost constantly.” His husky voice is right next to my ear, it sends tingles through me. “It’s easy to be a workaholic when your PA is all you can focus on night and day and she’s most definitely a slave driver.” His lips come to my throat as he traces my jaw from behind, slowly, achingly good. Jake has moves, I’ll give him that. He knows how to seduce.
“So, I must be slacking then, if now you’re so lax about work that you’re pulling constant sickies.” I shove him off, giggling, batting his hands as they try to grope at me. He lifts me up off from my feet, wrapping his arms around me and squeezes me tightly, knocking the wind out of my sails, his mouth at my ear.
“Nope, you just got easy and let me do things I only fantasized about.” He drops me on my feet, turning me to him before bending down further and scooping me in a swift move so I’m up and straddling him within seconds. My arms coming around him and my legs gripping his waist. Back in the same position he had me in when he made love to me in here. He kisses me on the mouth, his elbow pushing the lever on the wall to cut the water off and carries me out of the cubicle, lifting towels from the heated rail with one hand. He slides me to my feet again, wrapping one around me the way you would wrap a child in an oversized towel and I pull it in, the warmth enveloping me as I watch him wrap one around his waist. He lifts another to dry his upper torso and then his hair, stopping to come and rub my hair a little brusquely.
“You’re so romantic.” I giggle, enjoying his lazy smile and the glint of his green eyes, he’s amused, a good turn in our conversation. Away from her.
“Soooo?” He pulls me close by the towel at my neck, nose to nose. “Stay home or go to work?”
I hesitate, it feels so wrong to choose to not go in to work, it goes against all of PA Emma’s ethics and principles, that version of me lives for her job. Girlfriend Emma, however, is already thinking about getting back in bed and being curled up in those tanned, tattooed arms with his wide chest only inches in front of me. I sigh with the effort of the decision.
“Times up!” He grins, bending down to scoop me up and marches me back through to the bedroom, throwing me unceremoniously down on the bed so that I bounce and lose the grip of my towel. I squeal as he dives on top of me, yanking the towels away and pinning my arms beside my head, his mouth tilting in to devour my neck. I try to fight him off but he’s relentless, pinning me down with arms and legs until I can’t move, nibbling and biting and tickling me. I can’t help laughing like a child.
I’m finally so exhausted from fighting and giggling that I stop trying, he leans over me looking utterly devastating. His hair ruffled and messy, his elated face more shadowy due to not shaving, muscles taut and bunching because of the way he’s straining himself up. Carved perfection of ripples and lines that
put most magazine models to shame and I can’t believe it’s all mine, I almost self-combust from longing, my body reacting instantly. My lips part, my eyes get heavy as we gaze at one another, expressions turning hot and serious in an instant.
He leans down, planting a quick kiss on my lips then slides down the bed so his mouth trails down my abdomen. I giggle at the feather light touch, tickling me, his hands come to my thighs, slide down slowly as he pulls my legs up at either side of him, pushing my knees outwards so I’m completely splayed out in front of him. I gasp in surprise, a little vulnerable at the position, catching a wolfish grin and naughty glint as I gaze down at him, he looks unbelievably young like this.
He bites his bottom lip, quirks his eyebrows, before yanking me down the bed a tad, making me yelp in surprise. He brings my pelvis underneath his face, my arms still stretched above my head.
He’s in dominant mode again, his most comfortable persona when it comes to sex. I’ve never really had to initiate much sex related fun with him, he’s always in control and ready to possess me. It makes him exciting and primal. It also takes away my insecurities about being too inexperienced with someone like him, not knowing how to behave or what to do to satisfy him, it’s never been an issue as he’s always just taken control of me effortlessly. Guided me, never made me feel like I had no clue to what I was doing. It’s because I trust him.
He dips his head showing only dark hair and strong shoulders from my viewpoint, my body arching as his mouth connects with my femininity.
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Panting, I finally still, my legs flopping down with zero ability to hold them up any longer, my body sated and tired. He moves up and over me and gives me a slow, sexy kiss on my mouth, his tongue gently caressing mine with the taste of my completion. Soft, erotic molding of mouths, gentle and toe-curling kissing. He pulls back with a satisfied look in his eye, the hint of a smile. Leaning over me like a
predator surveying its dead prey proudly. I would let him dive in and devour me all over again just to feel this way every second. He bends as though to kiss me but pauses as there’s a knock on the door. His face instantly changing to furrowed brow and irritation.
“What is it?” He barks back at the door. I stifle a giggle at his annoyance, it’s a fate worse than death to interrupt Jake mid-sex. He smiles at me, shaking his head and jumps up to retrieve some sweatpants, throwing me a towel. I scurry up and wrap myself tightly before disappearing to the wardrobe, away from the view of the door.