Page 105 of Jacob

“She made three calendar errors this week.” I throw my arm out to the side.

“Give her a chance. She’s new.”

“I’m sorry, I’m being grumpy.”

“Yes you are, Ms. Grumpy McGrumperson.” He cups my face and kisses me softly.

At every opportunity, Jay kisses me. We kiss way more than an average couple, I’m sure of it.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” He kisses the tip of my nose.

At least fifteen times. “Not enough,” I tease him, making him smirk. “Tell me how much you love me, though.” Because I can never hear enough of that.

“Let me show you instead. Everyone has gone for the night.” He pulls me in for a deep kiss, our tongues colliding, making us both groan. “I’ve switched the security cameras off in here.” His fingertips dip under my pink and gray tartan skirt. “Let me help you relax, Butterfly. I know what my girl needs.”

In one swift move, filling his large hands with my ass, he lifts me into the air and sits me down on the edge of the table.

“That’s cold,” I complain.

“I can warm your ass up,” he mumbles, giving it a quick spank and I gasp.

“We’ve never had sex on the boardroom table before. Are we christening it tonight?” Excitement bubbles in my belly.

“I think it’s the only room left.”

He pulls my tiny G-string to the side and slides one of his fingers deep into my body.

“Always so fucking wet,” he groans, adding another finger, stretching me in pleasurable ways.

“No squirting,” he growls. “Or you will have to explain to the cleaner what the fuck it is,” he chuckles.

“I can’t guarantee that.” I arch my head back when he rubs my clit with his thumb, working me into a frenzy.

Falling to his knees, he disappears between my legs, instantly flicking my swollen bud with his expert tongue, flattening it, covering my entire pussy.

Knowing what I love, he continues to finger-fuck me at the same time, building the pleasure… passion rising inside my core, through my thighs, and low in my pelvis.

He presses my clit, and I tilt my hips in such a way I know I’m going to end up doing what he doesn’t want me to, but with him, it just happens.

The soft scruff on his face tickling my pussy lips, tantalizing me, adds to the pleasure.

Sparks turn into flames when he thrusts his finger into me faster again, fucking me into my orgasm, and I cry out, telling him I’m coming as a rainbow of stars flash behind my eyes.

With nothing to grip on to, I slap the table as I ride out my orgasm.

He laps up every drop from me, pushing his thick fingers into me as I come, drinking me down until I catch my breath again.

Kissing my inner thigh, my clit, then my tummy, he makes his way up my body; pulling off his now-soaked dress shirt upover his head, he wipes his bearded chin covered in my orgasm with it and throws it over his shoulder.

He bends down, kissing the base of my throat first, before covering his hungry lips over mine. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I love you, Skye. So much. Words will never be enough.” The strength of his lips is almost punishing as he delivers his confessions of adoration.

I feel his passion flowing into my bones, making my heart swell to the size of a helium balloon. He makes me feel weightless and I’m completely at the mercy of his never-ending love for me. Love, he shows me every day in so many different ways. From my morning coffee, to surprise book deliveries, to waking me up with him between my legs in the mornings. I simply can’t get enough.

His belt buckle clatters off the edge of the table as he undoes it, his breathing becoming heavier, desperate with the need to fuck.

This is how we roll together. Instant fire burns between us twenty-four-seven and we can’t get enough of each other.

He consumes me. My thoughts, my body, my heart.

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