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SKYE

Three months later

“That, I think, brings everyone up to speed.” I check the time on the wall clock. “Sorry I’ve kept you late. Come in half an hour later tomorrow.” I look around the boardroom table.

“Thanks, Skye.”

“Cool.”

“See you tomorrow.”

A chatter of gratitude and farewells fuse together as my team heads out of the office for the night.

It’s almost Christmas and the dazzle of the snow douses a soft hue throughout the office.

We are off to pick up our Christmas tree I ordered this weekend and decorate it together. I can’t wait to spend our first Christmas together. It feels super special this year and I’m so excited to wake up with Jacob in his beautiful house that he tells me I’ve to call my own.

The past few months have zipped by in a flash, and with every day that passes, I fall deeper and crazier in love with Jacob.

After Kimmy and Jacob moved my stuff out of the rental, I moved in with my parents for a few weeks, but as I was spending more and more time at Jay’s place, it made more sense for me to move in with him. So I did, and it’s been incredible. I love living with him.

Traveling to work together, lazy Sundays reading, Saturday meals out, and, of course, the constant surprises of theater tickets and nights away.

He couldn’t love me more if he tried.

I feel loved beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. He looks after me, making my breakfast and lunch. He bought me a new fancy e-book reader and filled it with hundreds of books, which must have taken him hours. He had my winter tires fitted to my car for the snowy months and, on a daily basis, he ensures I have everything I need to do my new job, which I interviewed terribly for. I was so nervous.

Even though I knew the job was mine, I still felt like I had to prove myself. Jacob reckoned my nerves got the better of me because it meant something to me and that I needed to prove that I didn’t get the job because I am his girlfriend.

He was right.

He’s always right.

It wasn’t weird either when we announced at work that Jacob and I were officially dating. Everyone nodded their heads as if to say, well, we always knew that was gonna happen.

It felt so nice that they were all so happy for us. Except for some of the girls in accounts who are gutted that they didn’t bag the hottest guy in the office and give me the evil eye. Those girls, I make sure I’m extra nice to.

A week ago, the police contacted me informing me that Jules would be reviewed again under the Mental Health Act. It was reassuring to hear that he wouldn’t be released as there was too much evidence against him. They also said that he would remain in custody until the court case, which is not until next summer. I am not looking forward to that one bit. However, my therapist, Dr. Burns, said that he would prepare me for questioning, ensuring I had the tools and coping techniques to deal with that. My lawyer also assured me that Jules will most likely be sentenced to life in a psychiatric hospital with zero chance of release, which is such a relief.

I have to admit the therapy helps; it’s certainly making me sleep better. I’m no longer waking up screaming, covered in sweat. I’m so glad those days are over.

It helps that I’ve thrown myself into my new role at work to tire me out, and I have to admit, it’s a good distraction, especially when I find my thoughts slipping into dark memories. The ones I want to completely forget.

Owen seems to be finding it less difficult to be around us the longer we’re together. He even drops in every week to see us and we’ve even managed a meal out as couples, although Evangeline never did show up that night. The date for their wedding is set but Owen hasn’t told us anything other than that.

It’s the weirdest arrangement. I’m glad I’m not involved.

“Hey, beautiful.”

I look up from my tablet, to find him looking all sexy, standing against the doorjamb, arms crossed, sleeves rolled up because I finally talked him into showing off the body art he’s been hiding from everyone in the office.

I don’t know how he manages it, but he gives my butterflies butterflies. He’s so handsome.

“Hi.” I close down my tablet, which I now only use for notes… no more hand lettering for me. I’m not sure I will ever do any again. What a waste of a beautiful piece of equipment.

Sensing my tension, Jacob walks around the table to me.

“Come, stand.” He full-arm beckons me to get up.

Rolling my chair away from under the huge table, I swivel the seat around and stand up.

“You look tired.” He kisses my forehead and then rests his brows against mine.

“It’s been a long day.” I roll my stiff shoulders.

Reaching up, and like always at the end of every day, he unravels my two space buns, then massages my scalp.

“That feels nice,” I moan with relief.

“Well, if you will insist on being involved in everything. That’s what you have an assistant for.” He massages his fingers into the back of my neck and then down to the top of my shoulders.

“She made three calendar errors this week.” I throw my arm out to the side.

“Give her a chance. She’s new.”

“I’m sorry, I’m being grumpy.”

“Yes you are, Ms. Grumpy McGrumperson.” He cups my face and kisses me softly.

At every opportunity, Jay kisses me. We kiss way more than an average couple, I’m sure of it.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” He kisses the tip of my nose.

At least fifteen times. “Not enough,” I tease him, making him smirk. “Tell me how much you love me, though.” Because I can never hear enough of that.

“Let me show you instead. Everyone has gone for the night.” He pulls me in for a deep kiss, our tongues colliding, making us both groan. “I’ve switched the security cameras off in here.” His fingertips dip under my pink and gray tartan skirt. “Let me help you relax, Butterfly. I know what my girl needs.”

In one swift move, filling his large hands with my ass, he lifts me into the air and sits me down on the edge of the table.

“That’s cold,” I complain.

“I can warm your ass up,” he mumbles, giving it a quick spank and I gasp.

“We’ve never had sex on the boardroom table before. Are we christening it tonight?” Excitement bubbles in my belly.

“I think it’s the only room left.”

He pulls my tiny G-string to the side and slides one of his fingers deep into my body.

“Always so fucking wet,” he groans, adding another finger, stretching me in pleasurable ways.

“No squirting,” he growls. “Or you will have to explain to the cleaner what the fuck it is,” he chuckles.

“I can’t guarantee that.” I arch my head back when he rubs my clit with his thumb, working me into a frenzy.

Falling to his knees, he disappears between my legs, instantly flicking my swollen bud with his expert tongue, flattening it, covering my entire pussy.

Knowing what I love, he continues to finger-fuck me at the same time, building the pleasure… passion rising inside my core, through my thighs, and low in my pelvis.

He presses my clit, and I tilt my hips in such a way I know I’m going to end up doing what he doesn’t want me to, but with him, it just happens.

The soft scruff on his face tickling my pussy lips, tantalizing me, adds to the pleasure.

Sparks turn into flames when he thrusts his finger into me faster again, fucking me into my orgasm, and I cry out, telling him I’m coming as a rainbow of stars flash behind my eyes.

With nothing to grip on to, I slap the table as I ride out my orgasm.

He laps up every drop from me, pushing his thick fingers into me as I come, drinking me down until I catch my breath again.

Kissing my inner thigh, my clit, then my tummy, he makes his way up my body; pulling off his now-soaked dress shirt up over his head, he wipes his bearded chin covered in my orgasm with it and throws it over his shoulder.

He bends down, kissing the base of my throat first, before covering his hungry lips over mine. “You’re so beautiful when you come. I love you, Skye. So much. Words will never be enough.” The strength of his lips is almost punishing as he delivers his confessions of adoration.

I feel his passion flowing into my bones, making my heart swell to the size of a helium balloon. He makes me feel weightless and I’m completely at the mercy of his never-ending love for me. Love, he shows me every day in so many different ways. From my morning coffee, to surprise book deliveries, to waking me up with him between my legs in the mornings. I simply can’t get enough.

His belt buckle clatters off the edge of the table as he undoes it, his breathing becoming heavier, desperate with the need to fuck.

This is how we roll together. Instant fire burns between us twenty-four-seven and we can’t get enough of each other.

He consumes me. My thoughts, my body, my heart.

When he pushes his cock inside of me, I nip at his lips to stop me crying out with pleasure.

He rides me, his hand clasping my ass to hold me steady as we rock together in perfect rhythm.

I lean left and right to take off my shoes, bend my knees up, and hook my toes around the lip of the table to give me leverage.

“So fucking tight.” He thrusts, ramming his cock in and out of me.

Hands on my knees now, he pushes my legs back, and I gasp as my body stretches to accommodate how deep and hard he’s driving into me.

His balls slap off my pussy, again and again, his breathing becoming labored with every deep hip thrust. He pulls out of me suddenly. “Get off the table, naughty girl,” he commands and I lower my feet to the floor.

“Turn around.”

“You know I will squirt again in this position?” I flick my hair to the side, looking over my shoulder at him.

He bends me over the table. “Well, at least this time, I’m not in the firing line,” he says, making me giggle.

Both hands on my hips, he slips in from behind.

And then he really gives it to me.

I love it when we have slow and sensual sex, but when he goes feral like this, it’s everything I didn’t know I needed. When it’s hot and aggressive, savage almost, I always come so hard for him.

He gathers my hair into a ponytail with one hand, and uses it like a set of reins to ram into me. With his other hand, he dips his thumb inside the top of my knee-high sock, fisting the fabric in his hand.

The kinky fucker loves those socks.

“Touch yourself, make yourself come for me,” he shouts.

Reaching down to do what he asks, I rub my clit over and over and the familiar sensation rises in my core, my orgasm dancing on the perimeter, flirting with me to rub harder.

“Oh Jay.” I pant his name.

“Rub faster, Butterfly,” he roars. “Pinch it.”

The clatter of his belt, the sound of his balls slapping off my pussy and our animalistic sounds are all that can be heard through the quiet floor of the office.

I rub then pinch my clit and move up to my tiptoes to take him deeper. My pelvis tilts, the head of his cock hitting the right spot, and I come again, all over my hand.

I slam my eyes shut as the power of my orgasm takes control of my body.

“Squirt on my cock. Aw, fuck, I’m coming.” He holds himself deep, bottoming out as he comes inside of me. “Skye,” he cries. “Holy fucking shit.” His fingers tighten on my hips as he loosens his grip on my hair.

We both come together, gasping and groaning in mutual pleasure. My inner walls stop clenching his cock as we descend.

“I’m getting too old for this.” He rests his forehead between my shoulder blades, desperately attempting to catch his breath.

“Oh, God. I need to change before I go home,” I grumble.

He slides out of me slowly and turns me to face him. “Don’t fucking wash a thing off.” He kisses me as he tucks his cock back into his boxers and re-zips his trousers before buckling his belt back up.

“But I’m covered in…”

“Your cum and mine. So fucking hot.” He moves his hand between my legs and I moan when his fingers slide down over my swollen clit, then he pushes two of his thick fingers inside of me. “All mine.” He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes, arching my neck to give him better access.

I’m too distracted by his tongue licking my sweet spot behind my ear when he says, “Open.” My mouth falls open. “Taste us.”

When he pushes his fingers into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around them.

The thing I love most about Jacob is that he has the ability to be so sweet and then so dirty. I’ve done so many more things with him in the bedroom than I have ever done before, as he pushes me to explore how pleasurable getting deep down and dirty can actually be.

I love it. This good girl’s gone bad.

“You’ll make me hard again.” With hooded eyes, he watches me and I stare right back at him as I suck so hard I hollow out my cheeks. “I’m a lucky man.”

I push his fingers out of my mouth with my tongue.

“Time to go home. You may even get lucky again.”

“I hope so.”