Page 12 of Sparrow Obsessed

“Not at all. Do you know why I asked you to accompany me here today?”

She recognized his tone. It was the same one he used when he was teaching her a particular lesson in the playroom. He always chose his words with deliberate care.

“Yes, I think. You wanted me to be a part of your life.” She wondered if she’d said the wrong thing because he gazed at her for a few moments.

Jacob lowered his mouth to hers, traced her bottom lip with his tongue, and then he nipped on it. He slipped one big hand past the hem of jeans and her underwear and gave her ass a squeeze before thrusting his tongue down her throat.

She forgot where they were at that moment. Playing in his apartment or being out here didn’t matter. Her secret life and her real one had finally merged, and it wasn’t as frightening as she had initially thought it might be. She thought she heard a click somewhere, the flash of a camera light going off.

For a second, panic entered her. Had someone taken a photo of them?

He pulled away and she returned her attention to him. She focused on the now, on the present. She had an overactive imagination. That was all.

Strands of hair slipped from her ponytail. He tucked them back behind one ear. The knowing smile he wore made her heart beat fanatically. Jacob pulled his hand from her panties. He undressed her with that searing look. She suddenly wished they weren’t in public, but back in his place. For the first time in her career, in her life, Jane wanted to play hooky. She had no desire to head back to the studio at all.

“The date’s not over yet,” he said.

“This is a date then?” she had to ask.

“What do you think?” Jacob brushed his fingers against hers. “I’m cooking you breakfast.”

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“What are you making?” Jane asked.

“Crab and avocado eggs benedict.”

“Sounds delicious.”

She lingered behind the kitchen counter, watching him take out the blue crabs from the plastic bag. Jane started to poke at one of the crabs, a male with a particularly wicked claw, but he gently placed her finger aside.

“Careful. Their claws might be tied with string, but I’ve been pinched before,” he told her.

She nodded, looking solemn, her blue eyes bright, her lips pressed against together, as if she were dying to ask more questions but thought better of it. Under the bright morning light of his kitchen, she looked impossibly young, beautiful, and tempting. Jacob paused from his task and leaned over to take her mouth. The little sigh she emitted when he pulled away did wonders for his cock.

What would she look like, bent over the counter, naked, wrists bound, and completely at his mercy? Hunger of a different sort grabbed hold of him. His dick pressed up uncomfortably against the zipper of his jeans—nothing new. Jane always managed to elicit that reaction from him, and he always wanted to find new ways to own her. Remind her who she rightfully belonged to.

Jacob pushed his wicked thoughts aside. He’d promised to make her breakfast.

Their visit to the market went better than expected. When he woke up earlier that morning, he wondered if he’d made a wrong decision. Not a lot of women would like going on a market run for their first date, but Jane had been amazing.

She asked him more questions about his work and he was more than happy to answer.

“Won’t your staff miss you?”

“They can manage without me for an hour or two. I told them I’ll come in later today,” he answered. “What about you?”

“Me? Mary and Gina can take of things at the studio for me.”

“My Little Sparrow’s learning to delegate. Very good.” At his compliment, color rose to her cheeks and neck.

“I was having a bad week. Thank you for this morning. I’m feeling tons better.”

“Tell me what happened,” Jacob said, plating the eggs.

He didn’t lead her to the dining table but to the living room and sank into the armchair. Jane automatically went on her knees, sitting by his feet. Jacob smiled, passing a plate and fork to her. He set his plate aside, gathered her hair to his fingers, and tugged away the band. She didn’t speak right away. Was she debating if she should share personal details of his life with him? Jacob didn’t push. He knew her well enough. Jane would open up to him sooner or later.

“It’s this client I’ve worked with,” she said. Jane lifted her fork and took a bite of breakfast. Watching pleasure fill her eyes made Jacob want to cook for her again. “Wow. You’re spoiling me, Sir.”

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