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The Billionaire's Promise (His Submissive #8)(10)
Author: Ava Claire

His voice was ragged when he spoke. “I need to be inside you.” It was a statement. The sound of his zipper followed and I didn’t have time to brace myself as he thrust inside me. My body clasped him and he gripped my hips, driving his length deeper. Every throbbing inch of him was stuffed into me, forcing me to open up and give him more. And I gave him all, everything and it still wasn’t enough. How was I supposed to stay quiet when my mouth wanted to shatter along with the rest of me? My muscles howled as they stretched and constricted, as he rowed in and out. My heart matched the volume of the table, making an unhealthy squeal beneath me.

The hands on my h*ps drew up and he cupped my ass, fingers pressing into the tender stripes from my spanking and I let out a mewl that was supposed to be a no, but with him powering into me at a whole new angle, it came out as a guttural yes.

“Yes what?” he said huskily. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

He pulled out and I scrambled to cover my misstep. “I just meant that--eep!” It was far from my sexiest sound, but Jacob pulled me up, spun me around, and pushed me back onto the table, his eyes wild and carnal.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me closer, until I was sure I was going to topple to the floor. But he held me steady long enough for me to melt as he pushed back inside. The intensity was different because we were eye to eye.

HIs eyes had never been so blue, his dark hair the color of a starless night and the need flickering across his face burned brighter than any flame I’d ever seen. I wanted to send his buttons flying, to see the planes of his abs as I gorged on the feel of him diving in and out, but he came forward, taking hold of my wrists as he impaled me.

And I saw it, his cl**ax rippling across his face as his lips twitched and his pace intensified and he let go of my wrists and claimed my lips, repeating ‘come’ over and over as he kissed me so deep he touched my very soul.

We came together, our muffled cries swallowed as our bodies shook and trembled.  I was spent but I wanted more.

I wanted forever.

I felt invigorated and he had to give me a playful pinch on the thigh so I could unwrap my legs from his waist. Everything was better when we were lost in each other, just me and Jacob. As we unbuttoned, zipped, and made ourselves presentable, the reality of what led to our tryst came rushing back.

“What are your suggestions for handling Rachel?”

I frowned, not ready to hear her name just yet and not sure I’d ever be willing to handle anything in the Rachel department ever again. “Handling Rachel--you’re asking me?”

“Yes.” Before I could ask why, he continued. “My actions directly affect you. I have no doubt she would attempt legal action if I tried to end our contract a second time, but that’s a headache for the legal team. You’re my concern.”

“Your headache?” I quipped with a smile.

“A beautiful headache,” he joked, his mouth curving into his own as he fixed his tie. “If you don’t want to have any more contact with her, you’ll get no complaints from me.”

I repinned my bun slowly, thinking it over. To be honest, a Rachel-free life didn’t seem half bad. But she wasn’t around before and look what she’d accomplished with Jacob’s mother. I really didn’t want to find out what hell she’d unleash if she was removed from the client list.

****

When we stepped into Lucy's Taqueria, Jacob's eyes just about popped from his skull. He took in the festive atmosphere before looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

"You said one of my favorite restaurants in the city," I said with a wink. "And I asked if casual was okay."

"Sure, but I had no idea that this was what you meant," he said, eyeing the room skeptically.

"It's got character!"

"Not the word I'd use."

The hostess spun to face us and when she saw Jacob, her whole demeanor changed from her usual clipped, ‘I’ve got much better things to do’ attitude. “How may I help you?”

So apparently she was capable of acknowledging a person’s existence--if that person was male, gorgeous, and significantly overdressed for the cantina fare Lucy’s served.

I ignored the slight and scanned the room until I saw Megan. “Our friend already got us a table.” I breezed past the pouting woman, Jacob at my side and completely oblivious to the fact that he was drawing every female eye in the place.

“Friend?” Jacob repeated, his deep voice edged with wariness. “You didn’t tell me someone would be joining us.”

“She’s very important to me, Jacob--and this meeting is long overdue.”

Whispers hissed around us as the diners realized Jacob wasn’t just a sexy guy in a suit and tie. Megan looked up from the menu, her olive eyes registering us before she gave a wave. Cameras were already flashing by the time I made it to the table and leaned in to hug her before beginning the introductions.

“Megan, this is Jacob.”

She held out her hand, regarding him slowly before quirking her lips into a smile. “I was starting think I wouldn’t meet you until you two walked down the aisle.”

Jacob gave her a hand a hearty shake and from the smile teasing his lips, I could already tell he liked her. “And what if we decided to elope?”

She didn’t blink. “I would have met you when I boarded your fancy jet on the way to some exotic locale. Leila and I have been planning our fictional weddings since freshman year and while our themes and grooms have changed, we’re always standing by each other’s side.”

Jacob glanced at me, his eyes warm. “Leila’s lucky to have you.”

“I am,” I said, still blushing furiously at the shout-out to PJ clad nights with some Lifetime movie on in the background and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s between us as we talked about how lavish our dream weddings would be. “So we should probably order drinks--”

“I’d love to hear more about Leila’s dream wedding,” Jacob interjected. “For research purposes.”

I tried to send Megan a silent plea, but she ignored it, tilting her head and drumming her fingertips on her chin, lost in thought. “She had a couple of mainstays--married at the beach and married in the country.”

Jacob’ hand found my thigh beneath the table and he stroked the inner seam, making me tingle around his touch. “Beach, huh?” The way his voice strummed the words, I could almost imagine myself on some private oasis, sand beneath my feet as the sea breeze whipped my dress around me. The sultry heat would glisten on my warm skin as I made my way to him, standing beneath the stars. But that was the only appealing part of my hypothetical ceremony. The rest was the teeth-rottingly sweet musings of a girl who watched way too many romantic movies.

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