Chapter 165

The greenhouse is massive, more like a glass palace, full to bursting with flowers and bushes everywhere we turn, the scents strong and heady and blocking out most of the lower windows. It’s so hot it’s like a tropical jungle and Jake pulls me against him from behind, so my ass nestles his crotch, showing me how turned on he already is, and I giggle.

“You haven’t even touched me yet.” I laugh as his hand skirts up my dress, cupping my breast.

“I don’t need too, just looking is enough.” He catches my hair from behind with his free hand, tugging it back to reveal my neck to him so he can move in and devour me. I instantly lose all willpower, my body sagging back into him, his teeth toying with my jaw line and throat seductively. His hand on my breast, moves down my dress pulling it up and disappears under to find my lace panties.

“Baby, you’re already so wet.” He groans into my ear in unison with me as his fingers find their way inside of me. It’s not hard to be turned on all the time when your lover is Jake Carrero.

“Jake, if you do that here my legs will give out.” I breath heavily, aware that my limbs are already trembling with what he’s doing. He walks us forward into a tiny open room that seems to house nothing but a chaise lounge, a small table covered in gardening books, and empty pots and vases stacked on a set of metal shelves against one frosted glass paneled wall.

Jake lets go of me and shrugs out of his coat, pulling my cardigan off and dumping both on the chair in front of us. His fingers skim behind me and I glance back to see him unbuttoning his shirt fully. I clench internally, that heavy ache of longing, throbbing already in anticipation as I watch him expose the smooth expanse of chiseled perfection only interrupted by the black ink of tribal tattoos curling across one of his pecks. I move to turn and help but he catches me, turning me back away, unzipping the back of my dress and sliding it down so I’m standing in the expensive lingerie he had delivered for me only hours before our flight to Chicago. His hands come up my sides softly, tracing up under arms, sending goosebumps everywhere, my skin tingling with the contact.

“I want to screw you over that chair, bambino.” His husky voice bites into my ear as his stubble tingles over my cheek. Obediently, I lean forward to place my hands on the higher edge of the seat so I’m bending, his hand coming up from my thigh and over my ass before he pulls my thong down over it, sliding it down to my ankles where I step free.

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“Shit!” He murmurs, bringing a hand to my mouth as I cry out in first waves of orgasm mid-thrust, covering it fully, leaning down close to me so he can pull my covered face into his neck. He softens the thrust making the waves calm rather than build and I writhe in frustration to make him go harder.

“Shhhhhh, baby. Someone’s coming in.” He whispers, keeping his hand over my mouth, he keeps pushing into me slower, trying to keep me quiet but it’s too late, the continued movement has me unraveling below him unable to be quiet. His arms tighten around me as I convulse, and my body gives out, flopping forward onto the chaise longue. He leans down, kissing me on my back for a second, before finally releasing my mouth, lifting his head off my back as he strains to listen. He keeps me still, holding me against the couch which is now under my abdomen and serving as a resting place for my slumped body, my arms curled beside me on the arm.

Voices come dangerously close and we both tense, but they move away again, and he relaxes. Pulling away and sliding me upright in one easy movement, he turns me and sinks a passionate kiss on me. His tongue exploring my mouth before breaking away.

“That was close, too close to finish here.” He grins and pulls his jeans up, concealing himself. “That was my father and my uncle Dimitri.” He kisses me on the cheek before leaning down and grabbing my underwear for me, handing them to me he scoops up the dress and holds it out so I can step inside of it. He zips me up with another kiss on the back of my shoulder and runs his hands through my loose hair.

“I’m going to screw you in every part of this house before we leave.” He threatens huskily and my body tingles in anticipation, his hands skimming my butt through the thin fabric of my dress, making me aware that I’m still holding my panties between us. He takes them and shoves them inside his jacket with a wink.

“We’re not done yet, I’m way too horny to let it go.” He kisses me on the back of my head, catching my hand as he lifts our coat and cardigan and pulls me with him toward the side door of the green house toward a building across a large lawn. Pulling me closer he throws his arm casually around my shoulder and brings his mouth to my ear.

“Would you rather be fucked on a Ferrari or a Lamborghini?” His voice is heavy and gruff, I know he’s not kidding as we make our way into a low building which turns out to be a dark garage. He presses codes into a panel on the wall and opens a door which he locks behind us. Inside is a row of shiny expensive cars in various bright colors. His eyes scan them all and he drags me to a low yellow car with a sloping hood that just screams wealth.

“Jake?” I giggle as he turns me, he’s really going to attempt to push me on the hood.

“What? You don’t want to bang on top of my dad’s car? I really do … Can’t think of a better way to piss him off without him even knowing, payback for interrupting us. Besides, baby, I told you we would finish making out on the bonnet of a car someday.” He grins wickedly, and I know refusal is pointless, he lifts me up under the thighs and props me on top of the shiny bonnet, sliding my dress up before he is back inside me in seconds, only fully dressed this time.

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The sex on the car is hard and fast but also fun, the awkwardness of the angle and the slide of the slope has us giggling as much as groaning and finally turning me over to lean on it serves better in getting us both to cum. He pulls me up into an embrace afterwards and holds me tenderly. This is the Jake I love the most, this fun and impulsive and thoroughly naughty version of him. The one who makes me pant and self-combust and can still make me laugh while doing it.

“My little freak.” He grins and kisses me soundly, smacking my ass as he pushes me in front of him to lead the way back into the outside world, panties fully intact and on under my dress.

“You’re a bad influence on me.” I smirk, stretching out lazily as we walk, his hand coming to entangle with mine.

“That’s so not true … If anyone had any influence on the other, then it’s you, baby.” He smiles at me and pulls me close again as we walk, lifting my hand to my shoulder so he can have his arm around me and keep his fingers entwined with mine.

“I didn’t turn you into a kinky sex addict.” I giggle. “You were already one and you just made me join you.” I look up at him pointedly, grinning at his smirk, he knows he can’t deny it.

“You just turned me into a one-woman man, by keeping up with me, and making me far hornier than I could ever imagine.” His hand moves from mine and he slides his arm down my back to pinch my butt. I jump as we walk and give him a jab in the ribs. His hand sliding back up to my shoulders.

“You don’t like being a one-woman man?” I throw on a mocked painful expression, my eyes wide with feigned heartbreak. His mouth comes to capture mine surely.

“You know I love being an Emma only man.” He catches my lip with his mouth, gently sucking. I’m shocked at how quickly my body starts aching already, this insatiable need in me. I groan loudly and catch him looking at me in disbelief. “Now who’s the sex addict?” he smiles. “I’ve created a monster.”

I shrug and look away, enveloped by the blush on my cheeks as his hand comes up to grab my chin and pull me back to him.

“As long as I made you feel better and forgot about this morning.” His tone is soft, I look away again and shrug. Making it clear I don’t want to talk about it. He sighs and then kisses my temple, affirming that he understands and still drags me toward the house.