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Jake kisses me in the sitting room as Mathews takes his luggage past us toward the elevator outside the apartment door. I still haven’t got a handle on this panty-combusting thing he causes. His hands cup my jaw, leaving me with a kiss that curls my toes. My hormones perking up to say hello, giving me the usual warm, tingling longing.
“I’ll call you when I land, okay?” He brushes his nose against mine and lightly kisses me.
“I’ll miss you.” I sigh against him, my arms around his neck. I reach up to be wrapped around him tightly. He slides his hands down my sides and around my back, pulling me in further still. Nothing in this world feels like a full-on cuddle from Jake. Nothing will ever compare to this.
“No sneaking off to Chicago until I’m back. Promise me.” He narrows his eyes at me, and I sigh.
Last night and again this morning, he predictably used his “sexpertize” against me and had me screaming out in agreement that I wouldn’t go. I can’t believe he can still maneuver me that way, yet here we are.
I really am pathetically submissive when he gets me naked.
“I’m only agreeing because you’re agreeing to Operation Leila and taking me on a night out when you return,” I smirk at him. His green glare hits me again. He isn’t too enamored with the finer details yet.
“We could’ve just arranged for them to meet here, you know?” His voice hitting a slightly edgy tone.
“She wouldn’t fall for that, and I wouldn’t get my night out on the town that I need badly. All this lazing about and being housebound is getting old. I’m so bored.” I sigh and give him my most appealing smile, fluttering my lashes and pouting my lip slightly.
“You do know I’m putting a curfew on this, right? No alcohol, minimal dancing, and home in bed by ten.” He focuses on my mouth, making me think about kissing him again.
Yeah, I think not, Mr. Carrero. You sound like a father right now, not a fiancée!
“We’ll see.” I smile sweetly.
“No, that’s what’s happening!” He narrows his gaze on me, and I kiss him quickly. Sometimes that mouth is too tempting, even when he’s being difficult.
“We shall see,” I shrug, slowly and deliberately, watching that twitch of a smirk start at the corner of his sexy mouth. Jake likes to be bossy and in command, but he also likes me defiant too. He’s getting a kick out of my standing up to him lately, but he can’t keep his temper when I do. I’m glad, though. Life would be dull and tiresome if he expected compliance from me. He never got much of it when I was his PA, so he sure as hell won’t get any more of it just because we’re together.
“I need to go, Bambina. When I call you tonight, we’ll try some phone sex. We're definitely doing that if I have to leave you for work.” He grins, and I roll my eyes at him and his typical guy-ness.
Well, you wanted this side of him back in full roaring glory.
“You know you’re only going for forty-eight hours? You sound like it’s going to be weeks.” I laugh at him as he turns away, swiping a hand at that delicious ass.
“Forty-eight hours without you does feel like weeks.” He catches my hand and uses his hold on it to twirl me around so he can deliver a hefty smack on my ass, showing me how to do it. I yelp at the contact, grinning.
Oh, Casanova, you are still very smooth, aren’t you?
“Well, you better get going then so I have time to brush up on my most seductive chat up lines for your call, Mr. Carrero. I might start with what I’m wearing.” I giggle, and he catches me in one final kiss that melts my bones. I wonder if all couples still kiss this way after the honeymoon period has worn off? I can’t imagine him not doing this to me, even when we’re old and crippled.
“I’ll expect our kind of phone sex to be conducted naked, via Skype, on a video call, baby,” and I get the Carrero wink that makes my knees go weak.
Of course, he does.
The naughty look he throws my way says he’s serious, then he turns, and I walk with him to the door. He kisses me one last time before sauntering out, dressed to impress in an immaculate three-piece gray suit over a crisp white shirt. He doesn’t often do waistcoats under his jackets, but this Saville Row number makes him hotter than hot. I sigh blissfully, watching that ass move out the door, then muse a little sadly when it shuts, and he’s gone again all too soon. He is far too tempting nowadays, and I still can’t get a handle on the craziness of my sex-crazed hormones.
Damn. Maybe video phone sex isn’t such a bad idea after all?
Especially if I need to get through forty-eight hours alone.
Forty-eight hours to amuse myself, and I’m determined to find something more productive than sitting around twiddling my thumbs, feeling like a crazy horny pregnant woman. There’s no denying it. That man has simply ruined me.
Tomorrow I am going to shop, maybe abuse that sexy gold card Jake always leaves in my purse, and buy some things for this little tadpole, seeing as I can’t get around the fact of it coming. We’ve already picked the nursery in our new home. I’m sure spending money on Jake’s offspring is acceptable, as I’m still getting used to this money thing. I did agree to accept this part of his lifestyle and indulge a little, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
At least try to.
I flicker down at my slightly extended stomach and sigh. Its presence ignites a familiar tingling ache in my heart, running a hand over it soothingly. Shopping will be a good distraction.
We’ve heard nothing from Marissa directly, but the lawyers have informed Jake she is fighting the DNA tooth and nail. I’m not surprised since she seems to be hell-bent on making this a battle every step of the way. All her recent outburst has done is convince me she believes this baby is Jake’s, so it must be. She wouldn’t fight for it this hard and this much if it weren’t.
I turn my thoughts back to our plans, and Hunter, in a bid to push the Demon Bitch back off the cliffs of my mind where she belongs. We’re going to hit the club we went to on Arrick’s birthday if I can talk Sarah and Leila into it. Daniel will get his chance to talk Leila out of her crazy decision, with all of us backing him up. I like this plan, and knowing how much of a party girl Leila is, I’m sure she won’t say no to a girly night out with her two most favorite women.
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