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Though honestly? Worth it. Especially the part where Jake showed me just how much I’ve gotten under his skin. Multiple times. In multiple positions. My thighs may never recover, and I’m definitely not mad about it.
Also, can we talk about how Jake saying “I like this side of you, darlin’” basically detonated every last functioning neuron I had? He said it while kissing his way down my body, which was already enough to fry my cognitive functions. But when I managed to gather enough brain cells to ask which side he meant (because apparently even mid-foreplay I need clarification), he lifted his face from where he’d been doing sinful things between my thighs, found my eyes, and undid me completely: “This side with fire who calls me on my bullshit.”
No man has ever made standing up for myself sound so sexy. Any time I’ve had the courage to call a guy out, he’s turned my words back on me and made me feel like I had no right to a boundary. But Jake? Jake rewards it with orgasms. I’m thinking about creating a new spreadsheet called “Reasons Why Dating a Biker Ruins You For All Other Men” as my service to women worldwide.
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STEAMY SHOWERS AND DANGEROUSLY SAFE MEN
Posted by Anonymous at 10:19 a.m.
April 5
Here’s something they don’t tell you about morning-after shower invites: they can lead to conversations that make your heart do more acrobatics than your body did the night before.
Let me explain.
I woke up in Jake’s bed to the delicious ache that comes from a night of him thoroughly proving his point about possession and priorities. My body was littered with reminders of exactly how much he’d liked my newfound assertiveness.
Me
HE LIKED THAT I STOOD UP FOR MYSELF
Megan
On a scale of 1-10 how much did he like it?
Me
ALL THE NUMBERS
Me
ALL OF THEM
Megan
So, I take it the making up went well?
Me
I MAY NEVER WALK NORMALLY AGAIN
Still feeling bold from last night’s conversation, I decided to take initiative. Jake was in the shower. I could hear the water running and spent a few moments appreciating the mental image before padding to the bathroom.
The sight of him under the spray, water coursing over all that inked muscle, was the best sight I’ve ever woken up to.
“Room for one more?”
He turned, and the desire that blazed in his eyes when he saw me standing there was everything. “Always room for you, darlin’.”
His gaze raked down my body, making me feel good about myself. Gone was the self-consciousness that I usually felt with a guy when first dating.
I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over us both as his hands came to my hips. But this time, he wasn’t taking charge. I had other ideas. Placing my palms against his chest, I pushed him back against the tiles.
“My turn,” I murmured, letting my hands explore every ridge of muscle.
