Together We Lie

Chapter Twenty

Icouldfeelthe eyes of everyone on me as I walked towards the outdoor restrooms at the edge of the park. For a public bathroom, it was well taken care of. None of the stale piss smell or questionable puddles on the floor you usually expect to find in places like this. It was clean and smelt like lemons. I wondered if Jake paid to have these cleaned too.

Stepping into a stall, I was about to close the door, when a large hand pushed it back open, making my breath catch. Jake moved into the gap and locked the door behind him. His large frame consumed the entire cubical, and my body pressed flush against his. He reached up and wrapped a hand around the base of my neck, the pad of this thumb stroking up and down in time with my thumping heartbeat, until he stopped and pushed on my jaw, using force to tilt my face up toward his.

His eyes dipped to my lips, and I watched his blue orbs darken with arousal. He looked primal, almost savage.

“Stefany.”

Jake’s lips crashed onto mine, and an arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter to his chest, forcing me to my tiptoes. His tongue licked along the seam of my lips, demanding access. His kiss was controlling and possessive, with every swipe of his tongue against mine.

The hand around my neck tightened, applying the slightest bit of pressure, which sent sparks through my body. I fisted the back of his hair, and he released a low growl from the back of his throat.

The sound of the restroom door opening made me freeze. My heart thundered in my chest as the shock sent ice-cold liquid through my veins. I broke our kiss and put a shaky single finger over my lips for Jake to stay quiet while my booming heart elicited an acidic fear-fuelled taste to fill my mouth. The reaction was one provoked by being caught off guard, like being caught doing something wrong by my father.

Light-hearted female laughter and the sound of clacking heels echoed in the public bathroom, and I relaxed slightly. Jake’s eyes narrowed, almost like he noticed my quick panic, but he didn’t say anything if he had only shuffled his feet to steady himself.

“Did you see who Jacob brought to the picnic?” a posh female voice asked as the sound of a tap turning on and water filling a basin filled the room.

“Yes, lucky bitch,” another replied. “I hate her already.”

“You haven’t even spoken to her, Moria.” The first voice laughed. “But I’d happily kill her too, just to get underneath all that muscle. He is so hot it should be illegal.”

I huffed a snort, giving Jake a look that said, ‘I’d like to see them try.’

“Relax, Stefany,” Jake whispered into my ear, placing feather-light kisses down my throat and paying particular attention along the vein that was pumping my blood so violently. Jake moved his hand up and over my mouth. My eyes widened as he slipped the arm from my waist down over my hip and paused at the top of my thigh.

His hands moved deliberately slow, drawing up the material of my dress to completely expose my right leg and butt cheek. Once his fingers ran across my flesh to the waistband of my panties, they stopped. His nostrils flared at the discovery that I hadn’t been lying when I said I’d refused his request. Silly boy for not believing me.

“You’re a naughty girl,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “And naughty girls need to be punished.” His hand started moving again across my pubic bone and to the apex of my legs, continuing to follow the seam of my lacy pink thong to slip a lone finger beneath the fabric and drag up my centre. Jake groaned into my neck as he felt the wetness between my legs, and my knees wobbled.

“Rosaleigh! You’re so bad,” the voice belonging to Moira sniggered, rummaging around in her handbag for something.

“She is gorgeous, though. I can see why he brought her,” a third voice joined in, pulling paper towels from a dispenser.

“Bet I’d be better than her at sucking his—” Collective gasps from two girls stopped Rosaleigh from finishing that sentence, and the three of them burst out in a fit of laughter. My nails dug into Jake’s shoulders as my ugly green friend resurfaced and mingled with my wine-filled stomach.

The mini-Stevie, who had taken up residence in my brain, spurring me on to break the rules I lived and breathed by, was not impressed by Rosaleigh’s comment. Mini-Stevie desperately wanted me to sink to my knees and show Jake just how good my sucking skills were.

Jake smiled into my neck at their words and began an assault up to the sensitive skin behind my ear with his lips. My breathing got harder against the hand held over my mouth, and it stifled the little moans evading me as the three ladies continued to chatter about their other work colleagues like they were pieces of meat.

Jake’s finger continued to circle every part of me, purposely skirting around the parts I really wanted his touch. I wanted him inside me so badly; it was almost embarrassing how much this man affected my resolve.

The sound of heels walking out and the door clicking was the only warning I had as I finally got what I wanted. I let out a groan as Jake unwrapped his hand from my mouth and plunged his finger deep inside, almost forcefully.

“Aah... do you... do you...” I tried to speak between breaths. My chest heaved in time with every languid stroke of Jake’s fingers.

“Do I what, Stefany?”

“Do a lot of women in your office want to sleep with you, Mr. Weston?” I panted, my nails still embedded deep in his shirt as he curled his fingers in my pussy a couple more times.

“Not just the women,” he murmured, withdrawing his hand, and I whimpered as he bent down to crouch on the balls of his feet. My heart lurched at the sight of him on his knees before me.

That position looks very good on you, Mr. Weston.

“That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen,” I joked with a shaky voice and watched wide-eyed as Jake ruffled the skirt of my dress over his arms and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my panties.

“Why?” He cocked his head back to look at me and began dragging the thin material down my legs and over my knees to my ankles. “Jealous?”

I scoffed, shaking my head as he tapped my left ankle and then my right for me to step out of my underwear. My stomach fluttered as his big blue eyes gazed up at me, but then Jake stood up and disappointment drop-kicked me. He swirled the tiny garment that hung off his pointer finger before putting them in his jeans pocket, then reached behind him and unlocked the door.

“That’s better.” He smirked and closed the cubical door, leaving me alone, naked from the waist down and extremely turned on.

We stayed in the park until sundown. Unfortunately, Eva had to take a very drunk Penny home, so Jake kept me company for the rest of the day. That did not help the ache between my legs every time his hand touched my thigh, or he kissed that spot behind my ear. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, especially when he introduced to me Alton, whose eyes lingered longer than Jake liked.

His teasing as a form of punishment for refusing to forgo underwear and his slight possessiveness around his friends made him a lot sexier. The masochistic part of me wanted to see how far I could push him, see how far his punishments would go, but wouldn’t that just stop me from getting what I want?

“Thank you for being here today,” Jake said, resting his hand on my hip and kissing the side of my head as we said our goodbyes to his last few employees before Jake’s driver came to take us home.

“You have a great workforce,” I replied effortlessly, not needing to lie or embellish after meeting everyone. They were nice, and it was clear everyone loved working at Weston Pharmaceuticals. “Your HR department is amazing.”

He chortled, opening the limo door and gesturing for me to get in. “The long way home please, Martin,” he said once he slid in beside me, pushing the privacy screen button.

The limo had barely moved when Jake had my loose black curls fisted in his hand, pulling my head back to expose my neck. I gripped the arm connected to my thick waves, about to ask him to let go when his lips captured mine in a quick, deep kiss, leaving them tingling.

His kiss made me forget he had his fingers tangled in my hair as he began moving along my jaw, down my throat to my collarbone and over the mounds of my breasts. Each touch of his lips scolded my skin through the thin silk of my dress, branding me with his mark and making me fall dangerously deeper into him.

I scraped my nails across his scalp and held onto his soft brown hair to keep him close to my chest as his hands played with the top three buttons wrapped around my throat. Images flooded my mind, teasing me with the thought of him undressing me and touching me in the back of a limo with just the privacy screen separating us and the driver.

His lips wet the fabric, leaving the most intense feeling of arousal I’d never experienced with a thin barrier keeping him from my skin. I ached for it to disappear, for his hands to roam my bare flesh.

Jake gave a throaty groan as he moved away from my chest to lower himself in front of me, kneeling in the long footwell of the vehicle. He kissed the inside of my knee and ran his hand down my calf to grip the heel of my brown leather cowboy boot, and pulled it off, gently placing my foot on his jean-clad thigh. His attention moved to my other leg, lightly skimming his fingertips down that leg toward my other boot.

I stiffened.

Fuck, my blade. He was going to find my blade.

Right on cue, it dropped, the metal clanging by his knees. I stopped breathing the moment he paused, suspending my foot inches from his leg before positioning it down, his long fingers reaching to grip the handle.

“You keep a knife in your boot?” His eyes turned dark and stormy as he examined my blade, swapping it between his hands, then ran the tip of his index finger along the sharp edge.

My heart thundered in my chest as a thousand excuses as to why I would stash a lethal weapon in my boot came to mind, but I couldn’t voice a single one. So I nodded. He flipped the knife in the air, catching it effortlessly by the handle, and put it on his empty seat.

A hint of a smile twitched his lips as he returned to running his fingers up the side of both legs from my ankles to my knees, up the outside of my thighs and disappearing under the skirt of my dress where they gripped my hips. I pressed my knees tight together, trying to sate the throb building inside.

“My beautiful, dangerous, Stefany,” he purred into my skin, evidently not fazed in the slightest that there had been a concealed weapon on my person throughout the entire day. I wanted to laugh at the rapid changes in my heart rate in such a short space of time. He was going to be the death of me. But a soft moan fell from my lips as the hands on my hips pulled me forward to the edge of the seat.

“Spread your legs and move your hands behind your back,” he ordered, helping to push my legs apart as he ruffled my dress around my waist, exposing my bare pussy to him. He looked up at me and pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh, and my hips bucked.

My hands flew to where his were gently kneading my waist, and I circled his wrists. He nipped the inside of my thigh with his teeth, and I let out a squeak at the pain, but as quickly as he bit me, his teeth were replaced by his tongue like a balm soothing the sting.

“I told you to put your hands behind your back,” he growled as he shifted to his heels, his eyes dropping to my aching core, then back to my face. I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and quickly shoved my arms behind me.

“Good girl,” he said, and brought his head back to my legs. “I’ve been craving your taste all week, Stefany,” he murmured against my leg and removed my feet from his legs to rest them on either side of my hips on the edge of the cool leather seat, opening me up fully and leaving me feeling exposed for the first time with a man.

“That night outside your house was the start of my obsession. You’ve become an addiction of mine, a dangerously sweet high I don’t think I ever want to come down from.”

I bit my lip harder at his words. Words that caused a kaleidoscope of butterflies to take flight in my stomach. No, not butterflies, more like a swarm of bees. Killer bees that would most definitely sting when I had to break him. And I would welcome that pain in time if it meant I got to experience the pleasure this man was willing to offer right now.

Jake’s warm breath tickled across my skin, the light brushes of his lips across my hips causing them to rise again as my needy body begged for him to touch me. He chuckled at my response to him and pressed his fingers deeper into the flesh of my thighs. I gritted my teeth, grinding my molars at the throbbing ache that was now building to new heights from his slow, taunting movements.

My breaths were ragged, chest heaving as I grabbed his hair, unable to keep from touching him as the need to take over and force him to give me what I wanted was getting stronger.

“Sorry for the intrusion, sir,” Martin’s voice came as a crackle from the intercom box on the roof, “but someone needs to speak with you. Now.”

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

A black Range Rover with tinted windows drove alongside the limo and pulled up just in front. I dug my head into the backrest as the overwhelming wave of disappointment crashed over me, nearly bringing me to tears in frustration. Jake growled an expletive and pulled my skirt back down my legs as the limo started to slow to a stop.

“I’m sorry, Stefany,” he said in a clipped tone, his demeanour changing from the sex god who was on his knees for the second time today before me, to a cold and distant businessman. “I have to go. Martin will take you home.”

He opened the door to step out and was about to close it when I quickly scrambled out of the car. His jaw clenched, and his face turned into a scowl as he side-eyed the vehicle waiting for him.

“It’s okay. I’ll catch a cab,” I said, dismissing his offer with a wave of my hand, and began walking toward a conveniently placed taxi rank a couple of yards down. Jake frowned but didn’t argue, instead slamming the car door and made my shoulders stiffen. He jogged to my side, reaching for my arm, and turned me to face him.

He sighed and dropped a kiss on my forehead. His lips lingered on my skin briefly, and my eyes drifted shut. Without a word, he turned and walked away, taking his warmth with him, his gait tight as he got in the black SUV and closed the door without a backwards glance.

Whoever was in that car, Jake was not happy to see them.

With a mental note of the licence plate, I flagged down a cab to take me home.