I woke up and realized I was lying on a set of perfect satin sheets. I couldn’t help but smile. I was with Jake, where I belonged. It wasn’t a dream. He’d really told me he loved me. Just thinking about those words made me shiver. He loved me.
Jake was warm. My cheek pressed against his shoulder, and my arm wrapped around his back. I sat back and propped myself up so I could see him. I wasn’t sure what to think about the story that he told me, about how he saw me and Tony delivered me to his house.
It was hard for me to think of Tony as the hand of God. More like a fairy thug-father. But life works in strange ways. He wouldn’t be the first fool to be used for a good purpose. It was just strange to me that Jake chose me out of millions of women to be with him.
There were plenty of women with a natural look and a good personality. Why me? I had no idea, but I planned on doing everything I could to find out. Maybe he was right about me sacrificing too much of myself to others.
When he first told me that I was beautiful, I didn’t believe him. I thought that he was just trying to flatter me. Then a famous designer told me that she wanted me to model for her several times. Still, I refused to believe her. I was completely blind. I couldn’t understand what he saw in me.
But he wasn’t going to let me forget. He was going to get up in my face and remind me every single chance he got. How could I possibly walk away from something like that? I loved him.
A smile curved up his lips, and he turned over to peck me on the lips. “You’re beautiful.”
“I love you, Jake. I fucking love you, and I simply cannot apologize enough.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said. “Never, remember?”
“Yeah.” I nodded my head.
“What’s for breakfast?” he asked.
“Are you asking me?”
“It’s your choice.” He reached up and grabbed his phone off the night stand.
“Something simple. I don’t know. I just want to eat it in here with you.”
“You do?” He needed that affirmation, and I planned on giving it to him.
“Absolutely.”
He reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck, then pulled me into his kiss. Soon enough, he was on me, and I was crying out. When we were done, he collapsed at my side.
“I want pancakes,” I said.
“And eggs,” he added.
“And sausage.”
“Yeah.” He kissed me again, then grabbed his phone to text the cooks. “You’re not allowed to leave today,” he said. “You’re my prisoner.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, you are.”
“Are you going to handcuff me?” I asked, giggling.
“If you’d like me to.”
“Hmm.” I stroked my chin. “We’ll get back to that later. I’m starving.”
The breakfast cart arrived shortly, and we feasted for as long as we could. Finally, we had to lay down again
from exhaustion. Jake was lying flat next to me. He turned over and propped his head up in his hands. “Look.” His eyes traveled down his body and rested on his exposed cock. It was upright and rock hard. “You want to suck it?”
“Maybe.” I kissed him.
He wrapped his arm around my back and slammed me forward. His cock rested on my stomach while his tongue pushed into my mouth. I drew back and pulled my lips down his neck, kissed his chest, and moved down to his stomach while I watched him stroke himself.