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“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels like heaven, but you don’t have to do this,” he rumbled, though his hand stayed at the back of my head as he rocked his hips.

I looked up at him, unsurprised to find his eyes on me.

He always loved to watch. It didn’t matter how many times I’d gone down on him, he watched each time with the same rapt attention. There’d been a new intensity when he looked at me lately, and even in the dim lighting, I could see it.

“So gorgeous, so fuckin’ perfect. Dressed up so beautiful, but down on your knees for me,” Jake groaned, his voice thick.

His words warmed me, making me ache to give him all he gave me. He made me indescribably happy, and I loved the chance to make him feel that, too.

Jake rocked his hips as I went faster, no longer worried about hurting him. I knew that no matter what we were doing, he liked it hard, fast, and rough.

I felt his cock pulsing in my mouth as it swelled, and I knew even before his warning that he was close. His groans filled the small space as he came.

When he was finished, I eased my mouth off of him and sat back, looking up into his hooded eyes as I slowly licked my lips.

Jake growled as he tucked himself away, his gaze locked on my tongue.

Leaning forward abruptly, his hands spanned my ribs as he lifted and settled me back onto his lap. I barely had time to process the movement, when his mouth lowered to mine, cutting off any chance of my brain functioning. With one hand stroking my thigh, his other trailed tenderly up my side, stopping at my neck as he pulled away and ended the kiss.

I stared at his mouth, silently willing him to kiss me again, when he applied pressure to my jaw with his thumb. I tilted my head back to look up at him, though my brain was still mush.

“You could do that a million times, and, baby, I hope you do,” Jake said, his lips tipping up before his expression turned thoughtful. “Still don’t think I’ll ever get used to how perfect you look and how fuckin’ good your mouth feels.”

“I like that you like it.”

“Fuck, Piper, I love it.” Jake moved his thumb, slowly sliding it across my bottom lip as his eyes followed the movement. “Now I wish we were headin’ home since I’m feelin’ hungry.”

“Okay,” I breathed my agreement. I’d been looking forward to the night, but a hungry Jake would win every time.

A hungry Jake meant that I was winning every time,multipletimes.

I jumped when the door swung open, not having realized we’d even stopped.

Jake’s low chuckle rumbled against me. “Ready, sweets?”

I nodded my head, though I was feeling anything but. I carefully moved off of Jake’s lap, facing away from him as I took a second to try to prepare myself.

With the noises and lights from outside surrounding me, I couldn’t settle my nerves. My stomach churned and flipped as my heart pounded in my chest. I was seconds away from passing out or running, screaming into the night. I honestly didn’t know or care which at this point.

I just knew that I wasn’t leaving the limo.

Nothing is getting me out these doors. I’ll live in here if I have to. There isnoway I’m doing this.

My inner freak out was interrupted when my hair was pushed to the side and Jake’s strong arms wrapped around me. He pulled me back into him, kissing the spot behind my ear before whispering, “I love that you’re here with me.”

Time to get out these doors. What’re we waiting for? I’msoready to do this!

Chapter Eight

Back Against the Wall

“Fuckin’ hate that shit. Thank fuck it’s only once a year,” Jake muttered after we got into the event.

The press line had been more extensive and time consuming than I’d anticipated. Not to mention, intrusive. I wasn’t sure how celebrities put up with it. The thought of someone watching every move I made skeeved mewayout.

Jake spent most of the time politely, and occasionally impolitely, ignoring personal questions.

Though he didn’t verbally respond about us, he was his usual openly affectionate self with me. It spoke volumes that his touch was casual and familiar, not forced or awkward. He’d wrap an arm around me, kiss me, or talk softly to me, whispering something naughty if he could get away with it.