of his cock against my hot center. But even I couldn’t stand to wait any longer. I took him inch by inch. Some of his cockiness had left his face, his own heart rate beneath my hand picking up a notch. I leaned down and brushed my lips over his. “What are you waiting for, Jacob? Fuck me,” I whispered, feeling bold and horny as hell.
“Your wish is my command,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips roughly. I lifted them and he groaned, his hips moving up to meet mine in a full thrust. For a moment we struggled to find the rhythm, but finally everything clicked, and I was riding his cock in perfect sync with his hard, relentless thrusts.
Neither of us censored ourselves, our groans were loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. I felt like I was on fire, and he was the only person that could put me out. Our pace increased, the water lapping up frantically around us—our very own wave machine—as I slid up and down on his shaft. My insides quivered, and my toes curled from the multiple orgasms he was giving me. One after another, never stopping. He was a literal fucking machine.
Jacob’s grip on my hips grew tighter, his pace becoming more and more hurried, and his grunts deepened. He caught my stare and returned it, never looking away as he stiffened then let out a bellow-like groan. I cried out, too, as the most intense orgasm of the evening hit me. It caused me to lose all sense; the world went dark as I rode the wave.
Jacob’s arms flexed one more time, making sure he was deeper than ever before I collapsed against his wet chest, my breathing harsh to my own ears as reality battered at the door. Oh fuck me, what had I done?
I had just had sex in a pool with a player. And not just any player, but Jacob Maddox, my father’s newly acquired asset. It went against everything I had ever set for myself. I was fucked, in more ways than one.
* * *
I woke up with a start , my eyes focusing lazily on my surroundings before I figured out where I was. The heavy arm over my body told me that no, last night’s events hadn’t been a very vivid dream or fantasy but were in actual fact very real.
I had slept with Jacob Maddox—fucking like bunnies—numerous times until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. It had been then that Jacob had tucked us both in the only piece of furniture in the house, and I had fallen into a dreamless sleep. Careful not to wake him, I looked over at my sleeping partner, a slight smile on my face. He looked harmless in his sleep but no less handsome, his mouth slightly parted as he slept on. He emitted an occasional soft snore as he dreamed.
In this light he looked more like the Jacob I had imagined him to be—the one that I was sure he tried to keep hidden beneath the surface. Instead of the cocky heartbreaker and playboy, here beside me was a gentle giant—the real Jacob. The one who was romantic as well as a devil in bed. Temptation flooded my body. All I wanted to do was let my head rest back upon the pillow and nestle my body up against his as we dozed the morning away. But that would be too easy. I sighed knowing that unfortunately, we couldn’t be. I couldn’t see him again. I wouldn’t. I was a professional, for God’s sake, and he was one of my clients! I had broken a sacred rule of my profession. I could only hope that events of last night would successfully get him out of my system. I would go back to not needing sex, not needing to be touched… fuck, who was I trying to kid?
With a sigh, I eased myself from under his arm and reluctantly climbed from the bed, finding my sundress under the pile of clothes strewn about the floor, glad that I’d had the foresight to pick up my clothes from outside when we’d darted into the house naked. My panties and bra were tangled up with his boxers in a pile on the cold marble floor.
I ignored the uncomfortable feeling that settled deep within my belly, my heart aching slightly. I dressed quickly and silently before taking
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