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The thing I love most about Jacob is that he has the ability to be so sweet and then so dirty. I’ve done so many more things with him in the bedroom than I have ever done before, as he pushes me to explore how pleasurable getting deep down and dirty can actually be.
I love it. This good girl’s gone bad.
“You’ll make me hard again.” With hooded eyes, he watches me and I stare right back at him as I suck so hard I hollow out my cheeks. “I’m a lucky man.”
I push his fingers out of my mouth with my tongue.
“Time to go home. You may even get lucky again.”
“I hope so.”
36
SKYE
Showered, fed, and then showered again because we fucked on the dining table after dinner, because, well, that’s what we do and can’t keep our hands off each other, I’m now seated in the corner of the sofa.
I look up from my book when he asks me the question I’ve been dreading.
“Have you given any more thought about starting up your hand lettering channel again?”
“Nope.” I pretend to read my book again.
“You’re letting him win.”
“I’m not.” I grip the pages harder.
“You’re very talented.”
“I don’t want to hand letter again.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” I slam my book shut and fling my head back against the cushions.
“You know I only want the best for you, yeah?”
“I know.” I stare at the ceiling.
Jacob grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap, making me squeal. He’s so strong.
He makes me straddle him when he positions my legs on either side of his hips.
Playing with my fingers, I look down. I don’t want to talk about this.
I’m wearing nothing but his tee shirt, which I sleep in. He tickles me with his touch, stroking his fingertips up and down my bare legs.
He ducks his head, so we are eye to eye, and grins at me.
“Stop it.” I smack his shoulder playfully.
“I didn’t do anything,” he says innocently.
“You know I’m a sucker for your smile.” I lift my head and he winks at me.
“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He holds my ankles.
“I don’t want to do hand lettering again.”
