Slash a hot, demanding kiss across her lips, steal her tongue, devour her breath. "God, I fucking love you," I growl.
She whimpers, and her knees give out. "Jake…Jakob. Oh god."
I catch her, hold her up, pin her to the wall with my hips. "What did you just call me?"
"Jakob?" I kissed her momentarily, stupid, I think.
"No, before that." He sounds angry.
“It was…I stammered. I said Jake—like…I didn't mean—"
"Say it again."
Her exotic eyes find mine. "Jake."
I shake my head, laughing. "Jake."
She wrinkles her nose. "I don't know."
"Maybe just in private, for now." I kiss her again, until she breaks away, panting. "When I'm making you come, you can call me Jake."
"Yes, sir."
I huff a laugh. "Fuck, I love that."
The elevator dings, announcing we've reached the top floor. I drag her down the hallway to the correct door. Tap the card. Shoves open the door.
She has no interest in a tour. "Bed." She's already tearing at my sweatpants, shoving them down. "Bed,now."
"Try again." I grab her wrists, pull them away, trap them against my chest with one hand, and pull her against me by her ass with the other.
She tosses the card onto the narrow table near the door. "Take me to bed. Now. Please…sir." Her blue-ringed eyes are damp with desire, tears of…I don't know. Joy? Need? Pure, overwhelming love? All of the above. "Please, Jakob.Please."
"As you wish."
She cackles breathily at my reference. "Princess Bride? Really?”
"I watch movies. I was a recluse for ten years. What did you think I was doing? Knitting?”
"Mysterious supervillain shit, I imagine."
"I wasnota supervillain."
She quirks an eyebrow at me, takes the card from me, and shows me the dripping-blood font. "Oh no?"
I smack her ass as I lead her to the bedroom. "Well, maybe alittlesupervillan-y."
She walks backward into the bedroom, pulling me after her. “If I'm not orgasming in the next sixty seconds, we're fighting."
I close the door behind me and cross my arms over my chest. "Then you'd better take off your clothes."
"Yes, sir," she breathes. "Right away, sir."
25: An Ending
Brys
My heart pounds with anticipation.Jakob is between me and the door, strong arms crossed over his heavy chest. His eyes blaze with arousal, and he breathes deeply and slowly, brow furrowed, jaw ticking as he stares at me.
