pulse race. Especially when her mind ran through the things he had already done to her the last two times they had been together.
She jumped when her cell beeped. “Oh my God, it’s a text. It must be from Nicky.” She dug her phone out of her bag, retrieved the text, and read it aloud. “Am okay, don’t worry. Will text again soon. Nic.”
Jacob tightened his arms around her. “At least she’s okay for the moment.”
Jacob was glad she couldn’t see his facial expression, which certainly didn’t share the sentiment. As far as he was concerned, her friend had taken an enormous risk, with her safety and well-being. When the call for help came, and he knew without doubt that it would, he would do whatever he could to help get her out of this AJ’s clutches.
Megan responded to his statement. “Yes, I suppose so. He told her it would be top end clients and posh hotels with all the trimmings. God, I hope he’s not lying to her. I just can’t believe she’s doing this. But I guess I should be glad she’s not on a street corner or something.”
The taxi pulled up a couple of minutes later, and in no time at all, they were traveling through the almost deserted streets of the city.
Megan was obviously tired and her eyes looked heavy. Jacob settled his arm around her shoulders, and soon, she dozed off.
Jacob glanced out of the passenger window, but took nothing in. His mind was on the little sub, sleeping beside him. She was obviously dealing with a lot more shit than she’d let on. He needed to hear the whole story because, since the moment they’d walked through her front door, she had brought out every protective Dom instinct he had.
She’d evaded him at the club, managing to steer the conversation over to him, but that wasn’t going to happen again. Even if he had to spank it out of her, he was going to get all the facts.
He wouldn’t put up with any secrets. That was a crash and burn offence, as far as he was concerned. He’d learnt that the hard way with his ex-wife, Karen.
* * * *
Jacob woke her gently when the taxi pulled up to the hotel, and then grabbed her bag and paid the driver. Once inside, he spied Connor behind the large reception desk at the back of the entrance hall.
He was a small, lean man, in his thirties with warm, friendly eyes and a big smile.
“Hey, buddy,” Jacob said when they reached the desk. “I appreciate the short notice.”
“No problem, my friend.” Connor gave Megan a warm smile. “I’ve got you one of the best rooms in the place, honey. If this guy gives you any trouble, you just call down here, and I’ll come on up and sort him out for you, okay?”
Megan laughed. “I promise I’ll take you up on that if he misbehaves.”
Connor winked at her, and gave Jacob the key card. “Number 515, top floor. Now get this lady up to bed, you heathen. Do you have any idea how late it is?”
Megan blushed and Jacob took her hand, laughing while he led her to the elevator.
The room was lovely, and as she walked over to the window to take in the view of Louisville, she began to relax for the first time in hours.
When she heard the taps being turned on in the bathroom, she went over and poked her head through the doorway. “Would you like me to scrub your back, Sir?”
He gave her a roguish grin. “That’s going to be a little difficult, seeing as you’re the one who’s going to be in the water. Come here, sub.”
He crooked his finger, still smiling, but Megan could tell it was an order, just from the tone of his voice.
She walked over and stopped right in front of him.
“Strip,” he ordered. One word was all it took for that feeling of arousal to work its magic, wakening her senses and causing a throb to start deep in her core.
She pulled the sweater over her head, and put it on the counter behind her. Her jeans were next, and she pushed them down to her ankles, stepping out of them, and then putting them with the sweater.
Then Jacob took over, reaching
She jumped when her cell beeped. “Oh my God, it’s a text. It must be from Nicky.” She dug her phone out of her bag, retrieved the text, and read it aloud. “Am okay, don’t worry. Will text again soon. Nic.”
Jacob tightened his arms around her. “At least she’s okay for the moment.”
Jacob was glad she couldn’t see his facial expression, which certainly didn’t share the sentiment. As far as he was concerned, her friend had taken an enormous risk, with her safety and well-being. When the call for help came, and he knew without doubt that it would, he would do whatever he could to help get her out of this AJ’s clutches.
Megan responded to his statement. “Yes, I suppose so. He told her it would be top end clients and posh hotels with all the trimmings. God, I hope he’s not lying to her. I just can’t believe she’s doing this. But I guess I should be glad she’s not on a street corner or something.”
The taxi pulled up a couple of minutes later, and in no time at all, they were traveling through the almost deserted streets of the city.
Megan was obviously tired and her eyes looked heavy. Jacob settled his arm around her shoulders, and soon, she dozed off.
Jacob glanced out of the passenger window, but took nothing in. His mind was on the little sub, sleeping beside him. She was obviously dealing with a lot more shit than she’d let on. He needed to hear the whole story because, since the moment they’d walked through her front door, she had brought out every protective Dom instinct he had.
She’d evaded him at the club, managing to steer the conversation over to him, but that wasn’t going to happen again. Even if he had to spank it out of her, he was going to get all the facts.
He wouldn’t put up with any secrets. That was a crash and burn offence, as far as he was concerned. He’d learnt that the hard way with his ex-wife, Karen.
* * * *
Jacob woke her gently when the taxi pulled up to the hotel, and then grabbed her bag and paid the driver. Once inside, he spied Connor behind the large reception desk at the back of the entrance hall.
He was a small, lean man, in his thirties with warm, friendly eyes and a big smile.
“Hey, buddy,” Jacob said when they reached the desk. “I appreciate the short notice.”
“No problem, my friend.” Connor gave Megan a warm smile. “I’ve got you one of the best rooms in the place, honey. If this guy gives you any trouble, you just call down here, and I’ll come on up and sort him out for you, okay?”
Megan laughed. “I promise I’ll take you up on that if he misbehaves.”
Connor winked at her, and gave Jacob the key card. “Number 515, top floor. Now get this lady up to bed, you heathen. Do you have any idea how late it is?”
Megan blushed and Jacob took her hand, laughing while he led her to the elevator.
The room was lovely, and as she walked over to the window to take in the view of Louisville, she began to relax for the first time in hours.
When she heard the taps being turned on in the bathroom, she went over and poked her head through the doorway. “Would you like me to scrub your back, Sir?”
He gave her a roguish grin. “That’s going to be a little difficult, seeing as you’re the one who’s going to be in the water. Come here, sub.”
He crooked his finger, still smiling, but Megan could tell it was an order, just from the tone of his voice.
She walked over and stopped right in front of him.
“Strip,” he ordered. One word was all it took for that feeling of arousal to work its magic, wakening her senses and causing a throb to start deep in her core.
She pulled the sweater over her head, and put it on the counter behind her. Her jeans were next, and she pushed them down to her ankles, stepping out of them, and then putting them with the sweater.
Then Jacob took over, reaching
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