Page 47 of Rescued By the Operative

“I know,” he says. “That’s why we have a room here for tonight.”

“Jake, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Should I blow your back out in public again? Fine, I’m down.”

I shriek and whack him on the chest. “Let’s go.”

Upstairs, the room might be the biggest, nicest room I’ve ever stayed in.

Jake draws me a bath and rubs my feet while I relax in the tub.

When Jake said date, what he really meant was all of this.

He is the perfect man, I tell myself.

Except for the part where we’re totally wrong for each other. He needs more than I can give him. He needs time and attention that I can’t provide.

“I need to go make a call. You stay in the tub as long as you want,” he says, giving my foot a final squeeze.

His absence is palpable while he’s gone. I see what he’s doing. Jake’s making himself more than a distraction. More than an addiction. He’s making himself unforgettable. Soon, he’ll be boyfriend material, and I can’t have that.

I come out of the room wrapped in a towel to find Jake stalking toward me.

He presses his mouth to mine in a claiming, heated kiss, and I drop my towel.

Jake’s breath goes ragged as he kisses me, with me pressed up against the wall. My body lights up, eager for him.

He sweeps me onto the bed and proceeds to lick my nipple. The sensation sets me on fire.

He switches to the opposite nipple, and my thighs demand to lock around him. God. Why does he have to be so good at this? Why does every kiss, every touch have to be so memorable?

He pulls away from the kiss, looking ready to say something, but once again changes his mind.

“Jake, what is it?”

“I just fucking want you, Blondie. So bad.”

“You have me. Tonight, you have me.”

Blood rushes to my pussy as his mouth travels down the side of my throat.

“Jake,” I breathe.

“Blondie…look at you.”

He cups one breast as he ravages the other with his mouth.

“Fucking beautiful.”

I’m still full from dinner, warm from the bath, and now my body is hazy and tingly from all the attention.

Any other man would demand to know my real name right now. They’d probably try to bully it out of me. But not Jake.

Oh my god, I’m not falling for him. I like him. I like him a whole lot, but that’s it.

My brain scrambles as Jake’s kisses travel lower, over my belly, giving me so much attention there that it makes me wonder. No one does that. No one gets excited by my small pooch, but he growls and continues to hold me close. His arms are locked around my hips as his mouth finds the front of my pussy.

“Jake!” I cry.