Chapter 22
Erin
“Ican’t believe we called into work today! I feel like a kid again.” I giggled, adjusting in Jacob’s lap while he closed his arms around me. The coffee and pancakes he had made sat uneaten on the counter next to half of the ingredients for the dinner I never made him the night before and the pizza box with the pizza we had devoured half naked before he carried me back to bed for round three. Or maybe it had been round four. I had lost count, but my pussy clenched thinking about it.
You’re mine. I meant it.
“They’ll be okay without us.” He kissed my neck, trailing his hands over the front of my body to my thighs, and I held my breath. “There’s only one thing I want to do today.”
My voice caught in my throat when I spoke. “What’s that?”
Jacob pulled at my thighs, forcing them apart. He walked his fingers along the inside of them to the cleft between my legs. “You,” he said before he found my clit. I gasped, spreading my legs farther and grinding against his hand.
I fidgeted in his lap while he swirled his finger around the tight bud, using his other hand to pinch my still sensitive nipples. Images of the way he’d nibbled at them until they were hard and sore last night crossed my mind, and I wanted more. I arched my back, pressing my chest against his palm and earning a low, satisfied sigh from Jacob.
His erection grew beneath me, and I ground against it, rocking my hips until he grunted. “You’re insatiable,” he groaned, standing up and lifting me with him.
“You started it.”
Jacob carried me into his bedroom, dropping me onto the bed and climbing on after me. I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushing him back onto the mattress and throwing my leg over his lap. I straddled him, gliding along his cock until my pussy ached.
I lifted my hips, positioning his erection at my entrance and slowly settling onto him with a quiet moan. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to the thickness of his cock or the way it curved just enough to hit my G-spot with each stroke. When he was completely inside me, I leaned down to kiss him, catching a glimpse of the screen on my phone as it lit up.
Three missed calls.
Then the screen went black. My stomach sank, but when Jacob’s cock flexed inside me, I didn’t care about the missed calls or the notifications I couldn’t clear. If it was something important, they’d call again.
I started to bounce on his cock, moaning each time my clit hit his pubic bone. Then my phone lit up again. Demetri.
“Shit,” I groaned, pausing and leaning forward. “That’s the fourth time he’s called.”
“Let it ring,” Jacob said between heavy breaths, grabbing onto my hips. His thighs flexed beneath me, but I couldn’t look away from the screen on my phone.
I sighed. “I can’t. I have to answer it. He wouldn’t be calling again if it wasn’t important.” I tried to roll off of him, but he tightened his hold on me.
“Fine,” he said with a smirk, reaching behind him for my phone. “Then you better be smooth if you don’t want him to know what you’re really doing.” Jacob hit the green button that answered the call, handing the phone to me.
I scrambled, grabbing it from his hand and trying to slow my breathing at the same time. “H-hello?” I answered, clearing my throat when my voice stuck.
Demetri hesitated on the other line. “Erin,” he finally said. “I know you’re not feeling well today, but I’m going to need your help if possible.”
I couldn’t resist Jacob’s direction when he used my hips to guide me, causing me to grind against him, and I hummed quietly, hoping my boss didn’t hear it. Clamping my eyes shut, I cursed myself. Get it together!
“What do you need?” It had sounded harsher than intended judging by the gruff huff on the other end of the line.
Demetri was frustrated, and that was never a good thing. My boss could be a force to be reckoned with. “Are you okay?”
“No. Yes,” I backpedaled quickly, realizing what he had said and trying to still myself. I planted my free hand against Jacob’s chest and glared. He winked. “I’m fine.”
Jacob chuckled quietly, tightening his hold on my hips until they stung. “Shhh,” he shushed, and a dangerous glint crossed his eyes. When he smirked, I shook my head. He thrust up into me hard and then did so a second time, and I bit down on my lip, failing to stifle a quiet moan.
“Is now a bad time?” Demetri was annoyed. It was clear in the shortened pronunciation of each word, like he was biting back his anger.
I shook my head, both at Jacob and at Demetri who couldn’t see me. Jacob ignored my silent plea, speeding up. Our skin clapped together, and intense waves of pleasure coursed through my core and down my legs. The pressure started to build, and I swallowed the screams that clawed at my throat.
“Yes!” My voice cracked on the word, and I could practically hear Demetri rolling his eyes on the other line.
He grumbled quietly before he responded, and my stomach sank. “Why don’t you call me back when you’re done fucking your new boyfriend?” he suggested. “I’ll talk to you then.”
The line went silent, and I threw my phone onto the mattress. “You’re evil!” I said, moaning loudly when Jacob didn’t pause. “Don’t stop!”
“You love it.” He slammed into me with each word, lifting my body upward with the thrust. The swirling tension in my belly grew, and my legs quivered.
“Yes!” I screamed again, forgetting about the phone call when my orgasm rocked through me. I snapped, falling forward when he met his own release.
Our bodies shook together, the waves of pleasure causing our muscles to tense. The room was quiet with the exception of our breathing and the quiet whimpers that slipped from my lips when he moved.
“Do you wish you’d gone to work now?” he asked when I rolled off of him, resting my head on his chest.
The call with Demetri suddenly repeated itself in my mind. Call me when you’re done fucking your new boyfriend. Dread filled my stomach with cement, and I tried to swallow the anxiety, but when Jacob ran his finger over my spine, goose bumps followed. I hummed against his skin, inhaling the salty, sweet scent of sex and sweat.
“Not even kind of.”
My stomach flipped like it did on a big hill in the car when I hit call, and when the phone started to ring, I was sure I’d throw up. I stopped breathing when the line clicked and the ringing stopped.
“Feeling better?” Demetri answered, a smug lilt to his tone.
I felt the instant warmth in my cheeks, and I stared at the closed bedroom door that separated me from the kitchen Jacob was in. “A little bit,” I said, trying to sound confident. If I was lucky, Demetri would let it go and just tell me why he called. I never had been lucky though.
“So you’re not sick.” As I expected, he was angry, and I groaned. Nobody wanted to deal with an angry Demetri.
I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me. “I’m feeling much better than I was this morning.”
“I’m sure you are.” He wasn’t amused, and I bit back the small smile that had tugged at my lips. “I told you to be careful with him.”
I rolled my eyes. “I am.” Cabinets in the kitchen closed and the butterflies in my stomach woke up. All I wanted was to see Jacob’s face and smell the scent of his skin. I didn’t care about anything else. “What did you need?”
Demetri groaned, rattling off a list of things that would need to be handled. None of it was something I would consider important enough to call me when I was home sick—or busy. “I’ll let you take care of those things first thing tomorrow,” he concluded, and I could see the snide smile he wore without having to see his face.
“Yes, sir.” I prepared myself to hang up the phone when Demetri cleared his throat again.
“Oh, and Erin,” he said, lowering his tone. “I don’t ever want to hear you having sex again.”
I laughed loudly enough that I was sure Jacob could hear it in the kitchen. Demetri was my boss, but over the past couple of decades he had also become my closest friend. He and his brother were like family to me, and I could only imagine the look he’d had on his face when he realized what was going on.
“You’ll get over it,” I said between fits. “Next time, just text me.”