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“Oh my God,” she gasped. “Oh, God, Jake.”
“We’re not done yet,” I growled.
“We—what?”
I didn’t give her a chance to get dressed and didn’t reach for my clothes either. It was hours before Danny would be home. He wouldn’t find the pants in the front yard. There would be plenty of opportunities to come back for them.
Instead, I scooped Olivia up in my arms and carried her toward the house.
I wondered if she would struggle or demand to be set down, but she didn’t. “You can’t possibly be ready to go again,” she breathed.
Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have been, it was true, but my dick was already coming back to life, and my body was flooded with desire. I didn’t know how long it would be before I got my next chance with her, and I was going to make the most of this opportunity.
I kicked the door open, carried her to my bedroom, and dumped her on the bed.
“You are the sexiest woman alive,” I informed her. “You’ve been driving me crazy for weeks.”
She stared up at me like she didn’t know what to say to that.
But I didn’t need her to say anything. I was fully hard again now, just looking at her. I crawled up her body and settled myself between her legs, ready for round two.
Chapter 8
OLIVIA
“WhatamIgoingto do with you?” Jake mused, looming over me, his eyes roving over every inch of my body.
I waited on tenterhooks for the answer. I’d never felt so completely at someone’s mercy in all my life. The fact that he had left my clothes outside meant that I was essentially trapped here in his bedroom unless I wanted to get up and go get them while naked.
Somehow, I found that I didn’t mind my predicament at all.
“It’s not four o’clock yet,” Jake mused. “Danny won’t be home until at least five thirty. I could take as long as I wanted with you. As long as we got clothes back on you by the time your brother got here, he’d never know.”
He ran his fingers up and down the insides of my thighs, and I shivered with anticipation and longing. I spread my legs a little wider, hoping he would see it as the invitation it was and that he would take it.
He chuckled. “So eager,” he said. “I guess you didn’t get enough outside.”
“Hardly any at all.”
His face darkened slightly. “Hardly any at all, huh? That’s what you thought of it?”
I hadn’t meant it as criticism—I’d meant to make the point that we hadn’t gone at it for very long. But now I saw an opportunity to bait him, to make him stop teasing me and give him what my body so badly craved.
“It was a little underwhelming,” I lied.
“Underwhelming?”
“Well, we—we weren’t at it for very long….”
It was the worst lie I had ever told in my life. His face cleared immediately, and he started laughing.
“Look at you,” he said. “You’re panting for it.”
He pressed two fingers into my clit slowly, and I lost what little control I had. I moaned and lifted my hips to meet him.
“You’re so wet that I’m going to have to change my sheets after this,” he said.
Then he withdrew his hand, leaving me aching and wanting, and with his eyes locked firmly on mine, he licked his fingers.
