They both just smile at me.
“What?”
“Well, it’s true.” Jake laughs.
Rolling my eyes, I reach over and make like I’m about to flick him in the head, but he catches my wrist and wiggles his eyebrows at me.
I giggle. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But still. Women don’t all overanalyze everything. Some of us know how to ‘go with the flow,’ as Toby put it.” I look at him pointedly, not able to fight the flirty grin. “You should know that, Mr. Kent.”
“All too well.” He takes my wrist and flips my hand over, tracing circles on the inside of my arm. It sends a shiver through my body and my pussy starts to pulse and ache with need. It’s just that fast with him. I don’t know if any other man has ever made me so horny this easily. When he lifts my hand to his lips and draws a finger into his mouth, I let out a little moan, and then almost immediately clamp my other hand over my mouth, my eyes flying to Toby.
Jake smirks when he releases me. “See? What did I say? Overanalyzing.”
“Wait, what?” I’m trying to follow his train of thought, but I’m also hyper aware of my aching nipples and dripping pussy.
“You can’t just let go and enjoy yourself because you were thinking about Toby being here. Overthinking is a real problem with some women when it comes to sex. I see it every day.”
“But I don’t...I mean…”
Jake smiles wider, and part of me wants to slug him. A bigger part of me wants to climb in his lap and see where this might go.
“You do. You just don’t realize it. You’re uninhibited enough to let yourself enjoy sex—fucking hot sex, by the way. But part of you still thinks too much.”
I want to argue with him. But he’s kind of right. If Toby weren’t here right now, I’d probably already be naked.
As if he can read my mind, Toby pushes back from the desk and gives me a wink. “On that note, I think I’m going to take a little break and leave you two to take care of the rest of this business.”
If by business, he means sex, I can totally get down with that. I watch Toby leave the room, thinking about what both of them just said.
When it’s just Jake and me, he gives me a knowing look. “What are you thinking about?”
This time I do reach over and slug him, and he just fucking laughs. I’ve been schooled by a fucking love doctor, and I’m not quite sure what to make of it.
Layla
We continue working for the rest of the afternoon and the time seems to fly by as we make our way through the huge stack of letters. It’s amazing how comfortable I feel around Jake. It’s like he just gets me. We talk a little about everything.
r /> He tells me about why he switched from being an art major and moved into psychology. I tell him all about what it’s like working for a government agency.
“You don’t strike me as the type to be a rule-following paper-pusher,” he muses. “Or someone who’s into telling people what is and isn’t okay for them.”
“Oh really? You think you’ve got my number already?”
Shrugging, Jake sets down the letter he’s currently reviewing. “Yeah. You do what you want. You make your own life, play by your own rules. Am I wrong?”
“No,” I say slowly, thinking about it. “But how do you know that?”
“You’re a strong woman. You’ve made a career for yourself. You live on your own terms. You aren’t reliant on a man to make you complete, even though you’re more than willing to make your needs known.”
“Here we go again. Are you going to tell me all about my childhood next, doctor?” I tease.
He laughs. “Not quite. I’m more into finding out how to give you a mind-blowing orgasm than psychoanalyzing you.”
“I think that’s a cause I can fully get behind.” Then, because I can’t keep my curiosity at bay any longer, I ask, “Is it hard to have a relationship in your line of work?”
Which is really my way of secretly prying into his dating history.
“Are you asking me if there’s been someone special in my life?”