I never should’ve told Jacob the truth. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew it was a huge mistake. He looked at me like I was insane, or like I just stabbed him in the chest.
But then… he did something I didn’t expect.
His mouth between my legs…
It felt so good.
I mean, so, so good. I’ve never in my life experienced anything so incredible. The way his tongue and lips worked my pussy, the way he seemed to love the way I tasted, the way I moaned…
It was by far the most sexual thing I’ve ever experienced.
He made me feel gorgeous. And he got me off so intensely that I nearly passed out.
Then nothing.
That was on Monday.
And all week, nothing. No comments, no calls, no emails. He didn’t call me into his office. He didn’t say a word.
We just kept going like life was normal.
More people came into the office, more people went through the onboarding process. I was given some rudimentary tasks. My supervisor Larry even laughed about how we don’t have any actual stuff to do, so it’s just grunt work for a while.
I kept thinking Jacob would talk to me. I kept wanting him to call me into his office and kiss me again.
What he said at the end… about me being his.
I want that.
It’s so insane. I know it’s insane. Every time I think about it, I groan and kick my legs and clench my jaw. It’s so stupid, it’s just one mess after another. But when he said those words to me, I instantly knew I wanted to throw myself at him and never, ever stop letting him touch my body.
Stupid. Insane.
My phone rings, snapping me out of it. I look down and nearly scream.
It’s him.
Like he’s some kind of psychic and knew I was thinking about him.
Well, it wouldn’t take a psychic. Ever since Monday, he’s the only thing I’m thinking about.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Valerie.” His smooth, deep voice. “Busy?”
“Not at all.” I hesitate. “Haven’t heard from you all week.”
“I know. I’ve been busy. Opening a new office is a lot of work.”
“Right, I’m sure.”
He laughs. “You’re not feeling neglected, are you?”
“No, I mean, of course not.”
“Right.” A short silence. “Come to my place. I want to talk.”
“Just talk? At your hotel room?”
“Just talk. If I wanted to fuck, I’d come to you.”
I feel a shiver down my spine. “Right. Okay.”
“I’ll send my driver. I’m the penthouse.” He hangs up the phone.
I jump to my feet, eyes wide. I run into my bedroom, strip off my comfy clothes, and rifle through my closet.
Eventually I end up with a pair of jeans and a tucked-in shirt with a cardigan over top of it. As soon as I’m dressed and my hair’s done, I hate everything I’m wearing, but the buzzer goes off.
I run downstairs. The driver smiles at me and holds the door. I hop in and we take off.
Jacob’s staying at a hotel called The Premio. It’s a big building in downtown, one of many I’ve always just basically ignored. I get out and head inside, hop in an elevator, and hit the button labeled “Penthouse.”
It rides to the top and stops, but the doors don’t open. An intercom turns on. “Yes?”
“It’s me,” I say.
Something dings and the doors part. Jacob’s standing there wearing his customary suit, looking absolutely perfect.
“Welcome,” he says.
I step into the room. The first thing I notice is how big and airy it is. The main room is basically one large living room with multiple couches, chairs, even a fireplace and a bar. There’s a little kitchen area, and a hallway that probably goes back to the bedroom. The walls are big and glass, and the view is absolutely incredible.
“Wow,” I say, laughing. “Holy shit.”
“I know.” He sighs like it’s a pain in the ass. “It’s absurd.”
“It’s amazing.”
“Glad you think so.”
“Seriously. It’s incredible.”
“Well. It’s a hotel.” He walks over to the bar and opens a bottle of wine. He pours two glasses without asking and hands me one. I take it and sip, walking over to the windows to look out at the city.
I feel him lingering behind me and can see his reflection in the glass.
“It’s gorgeous,” I say.
“I know. Pain in the ass during the day, though. I lower the shades to keep the sun out.”
“Oh, yeah. I could see that.”
He steps up behind me. He presses me up against the glass. I can feel his body against mine, his lips on my neck. “Anyone could see us right now,” he whispers. “At night, the light from inside makes us shine. Makes us visible to anyone down there.”
I bite my lip. “Yeah? We’re pretty high. I don’t think anyone can see.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He kisses my neck. “Would you let me fuck you right here, Valerie? Would you press your breasts against the glass and let me sink my cock deep between your legs?”