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Before she has time to change her mind I take her face in my hands and
bring her mouth to mine. The moment our lips touch I forget everything that
’
s ever happened before this moment and get lost
in the amazing feeling of my mouth exploring hers. She is soft and warm and
incredible. Her tongue is still cold from the wine and I pull her closer to
fully taste her. Her hands move to my shoulders and she climbs onto my lap,
straddling me. I press the small of her back toward me as my other hand holds
the back of her head. My dick is at war with my jeans and I scoot to the edge
of the seat to bring her body closer. She molds to me, pressing against my
hard-on and it
’
s fucking torture because now I
need to be inside her. My hands slip under her sweater and explore every inch
of her. I cup her breasts and she presses them against me. She wants this and
all the visions and fantasies I
’
ve had
since we first met invade me and I can
’
t get
enough. She grips my sweater and pulls it over my head. I help her, then we do
the same with hers. I unclasp her bra and her skin is so incredibly soft under
my hands I can
’
t stop touching her. I trail
open mouth kisses along her jaw and she arches her head back to give me better
access to her neck.

“Jake,” she breathes and the sound rips through me.

She stands up to strip off her jeans, but I beat her to it. Meanwhile her
fingers find the button on my jeans and she pulls them down. Once we are both
naked, I pick her up and crush her into a kiss as she wraps her legs around my
waist. She is beautiful and perfect and I can
’
t wait until she
’
s mine. I take her to the bedroom and lower her
to the bed, then reach to the night table for a condom while she pulls the
covers off.

She watches me roll the condom on and the way she
’
s looking at me with her eyes half open makes me
harder. She bites her lip in appreciation, then looks up.

“I
’
m on the pill, Jake. So if
everything is alright with you, then we
’
re good.
”
Those emerald eyes are dark and her hair is fanned out in a black mane over my
pillow. I pause for a moment to admire her and I get rid of the condom. I
’
m one lucky fuck.

“I get tested regularly. We are good.”

“
Good,
” she says and her voice is
husky with want. I lower myself to her and cover her mouth with mine as I press
our bodies together. My dick is so hard it hurts, but I make myself wait. I
want this to be for her. I want her to feel everything, the way she deserves.
My mouth sails down her neck to her breasts. I suck on them gently, taking
turns. Then I move down to her stomach and as my tongue slides down I can
’
t get over how soft her skin is. She moans and
arches her back, saying my name. It is so intoxicating I have to work hard to
fight the urge to be inside her right this moment. I wrap my hands around her
thighs and part them, then my mouth moves between her legs and she lets out a
loud moan. She is so wet and my tongue easily slides between her lips. She
groans and clutches the sheet at her sides. I find her sweet spot and I am
relentless, torturing her as I slide two fingers inside her. She cries and
clutches my hair, pressing me to her as she climbs, gripping me harder.

“Jake, God,” she cries as her body convulses into a spiraling orgasm. I
pull myself up and let her kiss her arousal, covering her mouth with mine as I
lower myself into her.

And I
’
m lost.

Everything else fades and it is just the two of us, now. I bury myself in
her and forget every feeling I have ever had for a woman. She is a goddess and
I can
’
t get enough. Her body is tight and she molds to
me seamlessly as I thrust in and out of her. I
’
m close so I slow down and let her feel me
deeper. She groans, her chest is heaving in broken breaths.

“Jake, please.”

I smother her mouth and start moving faster, giving her exactly what she
wants. She makes delicious sounds and I want to absorb every one of them. I can
’
t hold on much longer and when she starts
tightening around me I tell her to let go. We come hard together and it is deep
and intense and it scares the shit out of me. I never let myself lose control
when I am fucking a woman, but with her it is so much more.

I roll off of her. We are both breathing hard.

“That. Was. Amazing.” She laughs and pants. It is so beautiful and
carefree that I am afraid to open my eyes.

Because I know this kind of feeling doesn
’
t really exist.

Chapter 17:
Natalia
:

I lie on Jake
’
s bed,
completely spent. Holy fucking Christ. Who would have thought casual sex could
feel this good. I close my eyes, catching my breath. Yeah, relationships are
definitely overrated. I turn my head and smile at Jake. He
’
s catching his breath, too. He
’
s facing the ceiling with his eyes closed. My
smile widens. Casual, fun, sex-god, no-expectations-Jake. Fucking mind-blowing.

I squeeze his hand and his eyes open. He turns to me, but he
’
s not smiling.
What
’
s wrong?
A fleeting emotion crosses his eyes and I think it
’
s fear.
How odd
. But then he smiles and it
’
s gone.

“How do you feel?” he says.

I roll onto my side and run my fingers along the ripped lines of his
torso. He
’
s beautiful, every muscle
outlined.

“That was incredible, Jake.” I
’
m
suddenly overcome by a gripping grief as to the real reason why this was so
good. Blowing women
’
s
expectations off the charts is what Jake does for a living. I close my eyes,
pushing away the unwelcome thought as I plop back on the bed.

“Hey.” His fingers brush lose strands of hair off my face. “You okay?”

“Yes.” I force myself to smile. I have no right to feel anything but
appreciation for Jake and what we just did. No ties and no feelings is what I
wanted and surely what I need right now. Tango used to tell me to punch my
fears on the chin. So that
’
s exactly
what I do.

“Let
’
s do that again, Jake.”

He arches an eyebrow, then smiles and rolls on top of me. His fingers
stroke my face and he kisses me tenderly. The savage desperation we had for
each other minutes ago is appeased and replaced by careful appreciation. We
explore every inch of each other, feel each other. No rush. We take our time
with the now and let the hours melt.

Faint sunlight filters in through the shutters of Jake
’
s room. The nightstand clock says it
’
s almost seven in the morning. Jake sleeps
peacefully next to me. We only fell asleep a few hours ago. He looks younger
and the sharp lines of his nose and profile seem softer in the dim light of the
morning. His eyelashes are deep black, endless, perfectly fanned over his
cheeks. I watch him sleep for a few moments, wondering if he did this for me.
Last night was, without question, the best sex I
’
ve had in my entire life. Sex with Marc was good,
but what I felt with Jake was fucking-mind-blowing. I wonder if I should offer
him money. I don
’
t want to insult him, but I
’
m not sure what the protocol is for a date with a
professional escort. Saying the word even in my thoughts leaves a sour taste
and I shake it off.

I slip out of bed, careful not to wake him, and quickly dress before
making the walk of shame back to my room. I round the outside of the building,
keeping my head down and fortunately don
’
t run
into any coworkers.

When I sneak into my room, Dani is already awake. She grins, taking in my
appearance.

“You look thoroughly well-fucked, my friend.”

“Dani!”

She laughs. “That yummy water polo-god is exactly what you needed last
night after you kicked that cheating douche-bag to the curb. By the way, hands
down you
’
re my new hero.”

I stifle a smile. “I
’
m glad I can
serve as free entertainment for you.”

“Yeah, about time you had some dirty stories of your own. I was running out.
Tell me, was he good?”

I raise my palms.
“
I don’
t kiss and tell.”

“Shit.
That
good? You lucky slut.”

I laugh. “Dani. Your mind is rotten.”

She grins proudly and nods.

I catch up on sleep while Dani goes skiing, then we get ready for our
shift. I haven
’
t had a day off in almost a
week, but it doesn
’
t matter because some of my
shifts are only part-time, so the resort doesn
’
t mind it.

Our shift starts at two and by six o
’
clock the lounge is swarming with people. This
will be a great night of tips and I
’
m glad
because I need to make up the money I spent to go see Marc. Zack, Dani and I
are on a roll. Zack seems glad to see I
’
m back
to my normal cynical self after what happened with Marc yesterday. Dani told me
that when Marc showed up at the lounge Zack kicked him out to the back and when
they came back Marc looked ashen. Zack wouldn
’
t tell me about it, but I gave him a tight hug
anyway. I love that he always has my back.

I
’
m delivering drinks to a table
of single guys when I see Jake walk in with what I assume are his two friends
that arrived today. They are in ski clothes and Jake looks like one of those
hot ski instructors resorts love to hire. Our eyes lock across the room and he
smiles. His hair is ruffled up and he shakes it. My breath catches and I smile
back at him.

They slide into a booth in Dani
’
s
section and I ask her if I can take it. She darts a look at Jake and his
friends and gives me a conspiratorial smile.

Jake
’
s eyes are on me like lasers.
He smiles as he introduces me to his friends, Pete and Dillon. They are both
good-looking and already attracting attention from the women in the lounge. I
smile inwardly when I see a ring on Pete
’
s left
hand. I like that Jake has a married friend.

I take their order, fighting the urge to run my hands through the
beautiful mess that is Jake
’
s chestnut
hair. Wet, artfully disheveled strands flop over his forehead. He
’
s also caught the sun and his skin has a
beautiful golden tint.
Shit
. I need to stop drooling over Jake. I come
back shortly and Jake looks up and smiles at me as I set down the order of
drinks and appetizers. I am wearing my uniform black jeans and his fingers
stroke my leg under the table. My heart hiccups and I smile but don
’
t look at him.

They order more drinks and stay for a long while. The whole time Jake
’
s eyes are on me. One of the guys from the other
group I am serving writes his phone number on a scrap of paper and folds it,
then tucks it into my apron pocket. This kind of thing happens all the time. I
am used to it. These guys get off daring each other to hit on a girl from the
staff and it usually just means great tips for Dani and me, so we have fun with
it. But as I look up, Jake
’
s eyes are
trained on the guy. His jaw is set and he looks like he
’
s about to get up and head over. I make my way to
Jake
’
s table and ask them if they are okay on drinks.
Jake
’
s eyes lock on mine. He doesn
’
t look happy. I smile and shake my head slightly,
letting him know it is not a big deal.

I go back to the bar and wait for Zack to fill my next order when Jake
appears behind me.

“Everything okay? Are those fuckers being disrespectful?”

“Jake.” I smile. “It
’
s no big
deal. Guys here do that all the time. It
’
s kind
of an Alpha thing to try to get a waitress
’
s attention. It
’
s harmless and usually means good tips.”

Jake nods, but doesn
’
t look any
happier.

“It
’
s sweet that you care. But
really, it
’
s
fine.
”

He frowns. “Are you going to call him?”

“What?”

“He slipped his number into your apron pocket.”

I smile and reach into my apron, then pull the scrap of paper and hand it
to Jake. “Here. You call him.” I wink and he stifles a smile, then rolls it
into a ball and shoots it behind the bar.

“I woke up and you were gone. Why did you run away?” he mutters so only I
can hear. His eyes are liquid brandy. I want to drown in them.

“I didn
’
t run. I wasn
’
t sure how you
’
d feel about me being there when you woke up. I
know we said we would keep things simple.” I look down because I
’
m trying hard to sound unaffected, even though I
already know Jake has infiltrated my thoughts and my body in a way that is
beginning to scare me. I don
’
t want him
infiltrating my heart, too. He tilts my chin up.

“I want to kiss you.”

I smile. “
You can
’
t. I
’
m working.”

“We will probably stay in and chill tonight. When can I see you?”

Zack gestures at the waiting order.

“I have to go. But let
’
s figure
something out.”

“The guys want to swim for an hour after dinner. Come by my villa? Give
me your number and I
’
ll text you.”

I turn to the bar and load the order on my tray. “
I don’
t have a phone.” I give him an apologetic smile.
“I sort of threw it against the wall because Marc wouldn
’
t stop calling.”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Okay. Come over at eleven. I
’
ll kick them out.”

I knock on the door of Jake
’
s villa.
It is five after eleven and I hope he managed to get his friends to leave for a
while. Going through my shift with Jake so close and not being able to touch
him was torture.

The door swings open and without saying a word he scoops me into his arms
and crushes his mouth to mine. He closes the door and pins me behind it. I wrap
my legs around his waist and moan when his erection presses against my sex.
Damn
.
Fire flares inside me and I can
’
t get
enough. I clutch his hair in my fists and turn my head for a breath as his
mouth moves to my neck, ravaging me.

“Natalia,” he groans and the delicious sound floods me. “I fucking missed
you.” He makes quick work of undressing me and I unbutton and pull his jeans
down. He sets me down for a moment to step out of his clothes and I do the
same. I am panting. My heart bangs against my chest in anticipation. Our eyes
meet and our mouths follow. Jake picks me up again and pins me against the door
as he thrusts into me. I gasp and close my eyes to fully absorb the feeling. It
’
s heavenly and primal and so incredibly good. I
grip his shoulders and let him fuck me. Slowly, faster, then slow again. He
fills me completely and I surrender. He invades all of me. The glorious scent
of leather and sex and Jake infiltrates me once again as I press myself to him.

“Jake.
Damn
.”

He slams deeper into me and I explode around him. My body trembles. I
have lost all command of my limbs. Jake holds me against the door and takes my
face in his hands, then kisses me. It is deep and so full of everything. It is
as intimate and intense as what we just did. When he pulls away we are both
breathing hard.

“Fuck, Natalia. This is crazy.”

“Yeah,” I breathe. I feel light headed and drunk with Jake. He kisses me
again, then slowly slides me down to my feet and reaches for his clothes. I do
the same and when we are both dressed he pulls me to the couch with him. I lie
sideways with my legs draped over his lap. I yawn. Sex with Jake is exhausting.
He smiles.

“Want a drink?”

I shake my head No. “I better go. I have a poker game to win.”

“
Oh, so I
’
m down to a booty call?” He
grins.

I laugh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How does this work?”

“How does what work?”

“This thing between us. I mean… I hate to think about it because you know
my thoughts on the subject, but I can
’
t help
feeling like I am taking advantage of you.”