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I stopped listening, and my eyes followed Jake as he stepped offstage, whispering with his colleague as the president finished speaking and invited guests to stay and enjoy a drink.
I KNEW IT!!! I was sooo waiting for this moment.
Jake: Offering you a glimpse into my own personal hell. Naya: You look good in pink. Will you model it for me in person? Jake: I would, if I didn’t plan to burn it. Naya: You’re no fun. Jake: That’s not what you said this morning.
Naya: Something naughtier? Naya: What’s on the table? Jake: My jaw. Are you sexting me?
“Have fun with your overnight guest?” “That’s not really your business, Gretch.” “Well, I am your wife, so I’d say it’s my business.”
WHAT THE FUCK
“Go home and take a nap since you were up all night with Mr. Consultant-the-Wonder-Cock.”
Walk of shame after sleeping with a married man. Seems a fitting addition to the list. Check.
Maybe my next career move will be writing a book titled How to Fail at Flirting and Still Get Laid.
Jake: The spot on your neck, just below your jaw. The skin is so soft, and you make a little whimpering sound when I kiss you there. That sound ends me. Jake: This tiny, crescent-shaped scar on your left inner thigh. How did you get that? Jake: When your whole body quivers and shakes right before you come with my mouth on you and you grip my hair. Jake: The way you seem to let go of every inhibition when you’re on top of me, all bossy-like.
“I don’t want to get you sick.” “Nothing risked, nothing gained.”
“Okay, ovary up. Fallopian forward. Vulva with a vengeance.”
Well, boss, we’re sleeping together and texting like high schoolers, and he bought me pencils and sweatpants, so you connect the dots. Then, can you tell me what you come up with?
“Hey, this dress was expensive. I can’t have you tearing it off me.” “Give me more credit than that. I’d ease it off slowly,” he said, planting sweet little kisses by my ear before lightly sucking on the left lobe. “And I’d place it gently on a padded hanger before even thinking of pleasuring you. You’d beg, tell me you want me, but I’d say, ‘No, Naya, you know this dress is my first priority, and I’ll be back in twenty minutes after I run it to the dry cleaner.’”
“And stick close to me. That doesn’t have anything to do with navigating the gala; I just like having you close.”
he’d always sweep the pad of his thumb up the middle of my palm, a place I’d never known was an erogenous zone until him. That slow, soft touch felt like something special we shared, like when our hands were linked, it was him and me versus the world.
“He does all kinds of charity work, talks to his mother regularly, and makes a mean chicken cacciatore. His fashion sense is above average, and he paid for his secretary to go on a Caribbean cruise with her husband as a Christmas gift last year.” Eric took a sip of his mimosa. “He’s generous to a fault, loves kids, and is really smart, but he’s not allowed to attend math-related events anymore because the combined impact of all of the panties dropping at his impressive nerdiness throws off the calculators.”
“If I end the call in a fit of rage, you’ll know for next time.” His lips tipped up in a grin. “I bet you’re cute in a fit of rage. Do you stomp your feet and pound your fists?” “No, since I’m not seven. I would eviscerate you with my razor-sharp tongue, though.” “Sounds sexy.” He smiled boyishly.
“Did some horrible boy in middle school tease you in a failed attempt at flirting and make you wary of male attention?” A grin emerged on his face. “Would you go beat him up for me?” “Of course. Unless he’s a really big guy now, in which case I would write him a strongly worded email.”
“That’s called a relationship.” I smiled through my cloud of despair. “Adults have them sometimes. You may be familiar with them from seeing movies and reading books.”
“Sometimes things that seem dumb, stupid, even dangerous at the time—hell, things that most certainly are dumb, stupid, and dangerous—sometimes they work out. And sometimes those bad decisions? They end up being the most important decisions we ever made. Especially when you have a good head on your shoulders to begin with.”
I didn’t recognize Jake’s voice. It was menacing. “You should think very carefully about what you say, because if you open your mouth again, I will finish what she started and break your fucking jaw.”
YES!!!
“He’s not worth it,” I said into his shirt as he stroked the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. “You are.”
I wanted someone to hold me who I could trust to not let me fall.
“And you matter. To me, you matter more than anyone.”
“I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to try with.” I angled my body to his. “It’s taken me too long to say it, far too long, but I’m in love with you, Jake . . . toe-curling, dancing-in-public, don’t-care-who-knows-it, point-out-I-snore, and tell-me-another-joke in love with you.”
“And, for the record, I’m in love with you, too. Phobia-facing, pun-making, you-had-me-from-day-one, I’m-never-letting-you-go-again in love with you.”
“But I like you all the time.” He flashed a smile again. “Except when you leave dishes in the sink instead of putting them in the dishwasher right away. We’re gonna fight about that.” “That, and how you squeeze from the middle of the toothpaste tube.” I rubbed my hands over his shoulders. “And the toilet paper should roll from the top—” “You’re always going to be wrong about this. Bottom.” “I can’t wait.” “You can’t wait to fight?” Jake gripped me tighter and lowered me into a playful dip. “I like making up with you.” I can’t wait, either.
“I didn’t bring the ring with me, so you’ll have to wait and see what I have planned.”
Second book or more chapters please :(((
“Don’t worry. For now, I can’t wait to fight about the toothpaste, check things off our list, fall asleep with you every night, and wake up with you every morning.”
