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Chapter 10

Gabi

T he moment Jacob's lips touch mine, my mind goes completely blank. Is this really happening?

One second, we’re talking about jerseys, and the next, he’s kissing me.

And I can’t think straight.

All I know is my heart is pounding, and my body has decided to run on autopilot.

Somehow, instead of pushing him away—like a sane person—I find myself pulling him closer.

My hands seem to have a mind of their own as they grip his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles underneath my fingers.

His lips are warm and soft, and I’m a hundred percent certain I’ll never forget this moment.

Then, without fully realizing what I'm doing, I start walking backward, dragging Jacob with me.

It’s like some scene out of a fantasy, except it’s real...and happening to me. Another laugh-worthy twist? I’m pulling him inside my hotel room.

Is this what happens when you try to play fake fiancés? You end up in these bizarre, surreal situations? Because if it is, I’m definitely in over my head.

The kiss deepens, and it feels like the whole world is spinning. Jacob’s hands slide down to my waist, pulling me even closer, if that’s even possible.

We’re stumbling, half walking, half tripping toward the bed, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to lose my last ounce of sanity.

Then, we hit a roadblock. Literally.

"Shit." Jacob grunts, his foot catching on my suitcase. Before either of us can react, he loses his balance, and the damn thing topples over.

I break the kiss, both of us looking down in synchronized horror just in time to see—of all things—a bright pink dildo, neatly wrapped in plastic, tumble out and roll across the floor.

Time stands still.

For a heartbeat, we just stare at it.

Then, Jacob’s eyes lift to mine, ocean-blue and comically wide. I feel my cheeks go nuclear as I experience a burn that’s hotter than a thousand suns.

“Well,” I say, in a tone that's probably a couple of octaves too high, “that’s…not what I meant to show you first.”

I can feel my face turning every shade of red known to humanity as Jacob bends down and, with a grin that’s a mix of amusement and curiosity, picks up the offending item. Still wrapped in plastic, thank God.

“So, is this...uh, clean?” he asks, holding it up like he's just discovered a rare artifact.

“I, uh. Yes. Brand new,” I stammer, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow me whole. “I mean, obviously. Who keeps used ones in their suitcase?”

“You'd be surprised." He starts peeling the plastic off as if he’s unwrapping the most exciting Christmas present ever.

“Jacob! You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Well, considering it’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to me all week...” He trails off, giving me a cheeky smile as he finally frees the bright pink monstrosity from its plastic prison. “Ta-da!”

“Put that thing away before I die of embarrassment,” I mutter, trying and failing to snatch it from his hand.

“Aw, come on, Gabi." He holds it just out of reach. "I think it’s cute."

“Cute? A pink dildo is cute?” I try to grab it again. “You, my friend, have a very skewed sense of ‘cute’.”

“With the right person, anything can be cute,” he counters, leaning in closer, until our noses are nearly touching. And here I thought the heat in my cheeks couldn't get any more intense.

He leans in even closer, and I can practically feel his breath on my skin.

“So, Gabi,” he says, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper, “have you tried it out yet?”

“Um, what?"

Jacob’s grin widens. He’s definitely enjoying my discomfort. “You know, given it a test drive? And if not, would you be willing to…tonight?”

And there it is. The floor-swallowing moment.

Did he actually just suggest what I think he did? In the most casual, yet completely provocative way possible?

“Jacob, I, um…”

"Yes?” His eyes are twinkling with mischief, and despite the mortifying situation, a flutter of excitement ignites in my stomach.

Before I can respond, Jacob closes the gap between us, his lips crashing into mine in a fervent kiss.

His kiss is both urgent and tender, as if he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as I have.

I feel his hands sliding up to cup my face, thumbs grazing my cheeks, and even though I know I should be doing something other than standing here like a statue, I can’t help but melt into him.

My heart pounds so loudly I swear he can hear it, and I bury my fingers into his hair, letting out a soft sigh as he deepens the kiss.

The world around us vanishes, leaving just the two of us in this intoxicating bubble of sensation and longing.

Before I know it, Jacob is guiding me backward, and I feel the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees. We tumble onto the soft mattress in a tangle of limbs and lips, still unable to pull apart. His weight is a comforting pressure above me, grounding me even as my head spins with desire.

“Gabi,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice breathless and full of promise.

I don’t answer—I can’t.

All I can do is cling to him, my whole being united with his, as the kiss deepens and carries us both to a place neither of us wants to return from.

Jacob hovers above me, his expression shifting from playful to something deeper, more intense.

He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his thumb tenderly caressing my cheek in a way that creates a steady beat of desire pulsing between my legs.

“Gabi,” he murmurs, his voice warm and full of affection, “may I use it on you?”

My heart pounds in my chest, and I bite my lip. Looking up at him through my lashes, I nod slowly. “Y-yes."

“Good." His smile changes, the cocky grin now tinged with hooded desire. “Because I really want to make you feel amazing.”

Jacob's fingers dance along the hem of my blue dress, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Is this okay?"

I nod, my breath hitching as he begins to lift the fabric, his eyes never leaving mine.

As my dress bunches around my waist, he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my cotton underwear.

"Still good?"

The question is yet another check-in—another opportunity for me to stop this. Stop him.

But I couldn’t if I tried. I don’t want to.

All I can do is whisper a breathless, "Yes," to Jacob.

The heat in my cheeks matches the warmth building between my legs as slowly, he removes my panties, the soft material sliding down my thighs with agonizing patience.

Each touch, each glance, is a deliberate act of intimacy, making me feel cherished. Making me feel seen. Making me feel wanted by a man who's had my heart wrapped in his grip for most of my entire life.

My body sagging atop the bed, I sigh.

Jacob, in turn, leans down, placing a gentle kiss just above my mound before looking up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Ready, Gabi?"

My tongue feels heavy, words escaping me, so I simply nod, my body eagerly arching towards him.

With a knowing smile, he reaches for the dildo, its cool surface a contrast to the warmth flooding my entire core from quivering top to soaking bottom.

He teases me first, tracing my slick folds with the toy, his eyes flickering up to meet mine, ensuring I'm still with him.

His voice is like velvet—warm and soft as he watches my mouth fall into the shape of a euphoric "O".

"How does that feel?" he murmurs.

"A-amazing," I manage to say, my body shaking as he circles the entrance to my pulsating pussy with the dildo’s engorged tip, each movement deliberate and intoxicating.

Gradually, he begins to work it around my pussy, his pace unhurried, building a delicious tension that makes me gasp into the soft silence of the hotel room.

"Jacob..."

"I know, sweetheart." His lips brush against my inner thigh. "I know. You're doing so well."

He continues to move the dildo, my arousal coating its softened surface. By now, I'm thoroughly soaked, my need intensifying with every passing second, and I know there's no coming down from this high.

Jacob's touch, his whispers, his unwavering attention.

It's all too much and yet not enough, making me ache for more in the most delightful of ways. Making me question every single thing I've ever tried to tell myself about Jacob Walker.

The playboy. The jackass. The unreliable father of my child.

Here, in this bed, he's none of those things. But one thing about him hasn't changed.

He's a master at making me lose myself in him. Of making me forget everything else except for his touch and his whispers.

I'm trembling, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Jacob works the dildo in and out of me, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. My mind is a whirlwind, ensuring that I can think of nothing, feel nothing else.

Nothing else but him.

Nothing else but him using my own fuck-toy to fuck me senseless.

The sensation of it inside me, thick and solidly soft and rubbing against my most sensitive spots, sets every nerve in my body on fire.

I'm burning, utterly consumed, from the inside out. I whimper as Jacob watches my face.

"You're so fucking gorgeous like this." His voice is a dark, sinful whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "So wet. So needy, sweetheart.”

His words, filthy and sweet, wrap around me, pulling me deeper into the abyss of desire.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me," he croons, his eyes locked on mine, as he pumps the vibrator inside me. "I want to see you come apart."

My entire body tenses, a tight coil of anticipation and need, as Jacob’s thumb flicks against my clit.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back, but it's no use.

With one final swirl of his finger and a deliberate thrust of the toy, the dam in my body breaks.

My climax crashes over me in waves. I cry out, my body shuddering uncontrollably as the pleasure washes over me in wave after wave. Waves that leave me breathless and spent. Waves that have me clinging onto the sheets for dear life.

Waves that ensure Jacob's name is the only thing I can manage to voice in my ecstasy.

And I know what's happened. It's official.

I've let Jacob Walker back into my heart and mind. There'll be no getting him out now.

When I finally begin to come down, my chest heaving and heart racing, he looks at me, his blue eyes shining with satisfaction.

In a move that shows that Jacob Walker is more than the labels I've given him, he murmurs, “Perfect,” before placing a gentle kiss on my inner thigh.

Adjusting my blue dress back down, his touch is gentle and almost reverent, the rough passion from moments ago shifting into something soft and almost tender.

He slides up beside me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close, and I can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back.

It's a soothing drum that melts away the last ounce of resistance in my stubborn body.

I hold onto it, to that rhythm, as he leans down and plants a soft kiss on my neck, his breath warm against my skin as I close my eyes and let sleep finally take over.