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The food is amazing—creamy tomato and spinach gnocchi. It’s light, fluffy, and as delectable as his mother’s company. The three of us sit and fill our stomachs with the beautifully made dish and lots of crispy bread. She’s easy to relax around with Jake’s same chilled personality and easy, joking manner, the same social ability to chat and carry on the conversation. The two of them are so alike it’s almost alarming. Jake was right. I feel better being here. His mother is like a soothing balm with endless cheeky jibes and a loving nature. She exudes the same laid-back confidence that Jake oozes, and it’s obvious they are very close.
Soon the conversation turns to Sophie and his mother’s work with abused children, and I start to feel uncomfortable. Jake had admitted that during our separation period, he’d spoken to his mother about me, about us, and some of what he’d known about my past, trying to gain a little insight into why I was the way I was. She doesn’t seem the type to pry, but when the conversation pushes along this line, I’m ready to close down and blank them both out. Jake seems to sense my change, looks at me, grabs my hand, and pulls it to him quickly.
“Mamma, I’m going to take Emma around the grounds and show her this place, maybe take her on a house tour too.” His eyes meet mine, holding so much gentleness that it makes me smile and relax again.
“Feel free. I’m going to clean myself up for the others arriving this afternoon, zuccherino. Go wander and let your mamma put her face on.” She smiles warmly at us before standing and, with a kiss on each of our cheeks, leaves us to it. Not that she needs make-up, she is as stunning as her flawless son. Good genes.
“Want to come to see my old bedroom?” Jake winks, and I shake my head.
“How did I know you would be thinking about getting me near a bed within seconds of being left alone?” I giggle at him.
“Bambina, I’m always thinking about getting you in a bed, no matter what I’m doing,” he grins wickedly. “Unless you want to see my mother’s greenhouse; it’s hot and full of roses and pretty private.”
The tingles run through me almost on command; that actually sounds fun. I bite my lip in response and feel a thrill as his eyes focus on my mouth, his eyes darkening instantly.
You are so easy, Emma!
* * *
The greenhouse is massive, like a glass palace, full to bursting with flowers and bushes everywhere we turn, blocking out most of the lower windows, the scents strong and heady. It’s so hot it’s like a tropical jungle. Jake pulls me against him from behind so my ass nestles his crotch, showing me how turned on he already is, and I giggle.
“You haven’t even touched me yet,” I laugh as his hand slides up and cups my breast.
“I don’t need to, just looking is enough.” He catches my hair from behind with his free hand, pushing it back to reveal my neck so he can move in and devour me. I instantly lose all willpower, my body sagging back into him as his teeth toy with my jawline and throat seductively. His hand leaves my breast, moves down my dress, pulls it up, and disappears underneath to find my lace panties.
“Baby, you’re already so wet,” he groans into my ear in unison with me as his fingers find their way inside me. It’s not hard to be turned on all the time when your lover is Jake Carrero.
“Jake, if you do that here, my legs will give out,” I breathe heavily, aware that my limbs are already trembling from what he’s doing. He walks us forward into a tiny open room that seems to house nothing but a chaise lounge, a small table covered in gardening books, and empty pots and vases stacked on a set of metal shelves against one frosted glass-paneled wall.
Jake lets go of me and shrugs out of his coat, pulling my cardigan off and dumping both on the chair in front of us. His fingers skim behind me, and I glance back to see him unbuttoning his shirt. I clench internally with a heavy ache of longing and throbbing in anticipation as I watch him expose his smooth expanse of chiseled perfection, only interrupted by the black ink of tribal tattoos curling across one of his pecks. I move to turn and help, but he catches me, turning me back away, unzipping the back of my dress and sliding it down, so I’m standing in the expensive lingerie he had delivered to me only hours before our flight to Chicago. His hands come up my sides softly, tracing up under my arms, sending goosebumps everywhere, my skin tingling with the contact.
“I want to screw you over that chair, Bambina.” His husky voice bites into my ear as his stubble tingles over my cheek. Obediently, I bend forward and place my hands on the edge of the seat, his hand grazing my thigh and over my ass before sliding my thong down to my ankles, where I step free.
* * *
“Shit!” he murmurs, covering my mouth with his hand as I cry out in the first waves of orgasm mid-thrust. Leaning down close to me, he pulls my covered face into his neck. He slows his thrust, making the waves calm rather than build, and I writhe in frustration to make him go harder.
“Shhhhhh, baby. Someone’s coming,” he whispers, keeping his hand over my mouth. He keeps pushing into me slowly, trying to keep me quiet, but it’s too late. The continued movement has me unraveling, unable to be quiet. His arms tighten around me as I convulse, then my body gives out, flopping forward onto the chaise longue. He leans down and kisses my back for a second before finally releasing my mouth and lifting his head off as he strains to listen. He keeps me still, holding me against the chaise now serving as a resting place for my slumped body as I lay on my abdomen with arms curled beside me on the armrest.
Voices come dangerously close, and we both tense, but they move away again, and he relaxes. Pulling away and sliding me upright in one easy movement, he turns me and sinks a passionate kiss on me, his tongue exploring my mouth before breaking away.
“That was close, too close to finish here.” He grins and pulls his jeans up, concealing himself. “That was my father and my uncle Dimitri.” He kisses me on the cheek before leaning down and grabbing my underwear, handing them to me. He scoops up my dress and holds it out so I can step inside it. He zips me up with another kiss on the back of my shoulder and runs his hands through my loose hair.
“I’m going to screw you in every part of this house before we leave,” he threatens huskily, and my body tingles in anticipation, his hands skimming my butt through the thin fabric of my dress, making me aware that I’m still holding my panties between us. He takes them and shoves them inside his jacket with a wink.
“We’re not done yet; I’m way too horny to let it go.” He kisses me on the back of my head, catching my hand as he lifts our coat and cardigan. He pulls me with him through the side door of the greenhouse and toward a building across a large lawn. Pulling me closer, he throws his arm casually around my shoulders and brings his mouth to my ear.
“Would you rather be fucked on a Ferrari or a Lamborghini?” His voice is heavy and gruff; I know he’s not kidding as we make our way into a low building that turns out to be a dark garage. He presses codes into a panel on the wall and opens a door he locks behind us. Inside is a row of shiny expensive cars in various bright colors. His eyes scan them all, and he drags me to a low yellow car with a sloping hood that screams wealth.
“Jake?” I giggle as he turns me; he’s going to attempt to push me on the hood.
“What? You don’t want to bang on top of my dad’s car? I really do. Can’t think of a better way to piss him off without him knowing - payback for interrupting us. Besides, baby, I told you we would finish making out on the bonnet of a car someday.” He grins wickedly, and I know refusal is pointless. He lifts me under my thighs and props me on the shiny hood, sliding my dress up. He is back inside me in seconds, only I’m fully dressed this time.
* * *
The sex on the car is hard and fast but also fun. The awkwardness of the angle and the slope slide has us giggling as much as groaning. Finally, turning me over to lean on it serves better in getting us both to cum. Afterward, he pulls me up into an embrace and holds me tenderly. This is the Jake I love the most, this fun, impulsive, and thoroughly naughty version of him. The one who makes me pant and self-combust and can still make me laugh while doing it.
“My little freak.” He grins and kisses me soundly, smacking my ass as he pushes me in front of him to lead the way back into the outside world, my panties fully intact and under my dress.
“You’re a bad influence on me,” I smirk, stretching out lazily as we walk, his hand coming to entangle with mine.
“That’s so not true. If anyone influences the other, then it’s you, baby, influencing me.” He smiles at me and pulls me close again as we walk, lifting my hand to my shoulder to have his arm around me and keep his fingers entwined with mine.
“I didn’t turn you into a kinky sex addict,” I giggle. “You were already one, and you just made me join you.” I look up at him pointedly, grinning at his smirk; he knows he can’t deny it.
“You just turned me into a one-woman man by keeping up with me and making me far hornier than I could ever imagine.” His hand moves from mine, and he slides his arm down my back to pinch my butt. I jump in reaction and give him a jab in the ribs, his hand sliding back up to my shoulders.
“You don’t like being a one-woman man?” I throw on a mock pout, my eyes wide with feigned heartbreak. His mouth comes to capture mine surely.
“You know I love being an Emma-only man.” He catches my lip with his mouth, gently sucking. I’m shocked at how quickly my body starts aching at this insatiable need. I groan loudly and catch him looking at me in disbelief. “Now who’s the sex addict?” he smiles. “I’ve created a monster.”
I shrug and look away, enveloped by the blush on my cheeks as he grabs my chin and pulls me back to him.
“As long as I made you feel better and forget about this morning.” His tone is soft. I look away again and shrug, making it clear I don’t want to talk about it. He sighs and kisses my temple, affirming that he understands. We head toward the house.
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