Undercover Attraction (24 page)

She hated to think of the day when this was
all over and she would walk away from Jacob. It would take a huge
effort to forget him. Her heart may never be the same. How do you
fall in love with someone else once you've already loved the best?
Known the best? It was impossible.

But Amy was right. She wouldn't have traded
these past few weeks for anything. Jacob had taught her that some
men were worth the risk. And she'd take that with her when she
left.

Her tears finally dried up after a while,
and she rummaged about in the kitchen for something to eat, then
spent time just flipping through the TV, not really watching
anything.

Jacob finally awoke late that evening,
coming downstairs to find her and offered to throw something
together for dinner but she had already beat him to it.

They sat and ate the spaghetti and garlic
toast she had cooked then banana pudding for dessert. Jacob swore
it was so much better than his, but she teased him about just
wanting her to cook instead of making him do it. They cleaned up
together as Jacob joked and teased her for a while, keeping her
mind off of depressing things.

Jenna gave Chuckles a bit more attention as
she and Jacob watched TV together, lounging on the couch, her head
on his lap and his fingers buried in her hair.

It was the picture of domesticated
bliss.

After a quick shower, he carried her to his
bed, still damp and dripping. She was determined to make him
relinquish his control tonight, whether he wanted to or not.

She rolled as he lay on top of her, taking
the top, their mouths melded in a kiss of heat. She spread his arms
above his head, reaching for the cuffs strapped on the posts.

Jacob stiffened when he heard the clicks of
the cuffs as they closed around his wrists. "What are you doing?"
his voice was deep and filled with desire.

"Taking what I want from you." A purely
devious smile on her lips sent a shaft of lust straight to his
cock.

He growled. "Just remember payback's a
bitch."

One of her eyebrows rose in challenge, and
he promised himself that whatever she dished out, she would receive
tenfold.

When her mouth closed over him, his hips
bucked off the bed of their own accord. His hands wanted to be
tangled in her hair, but because of the cuffs, he could only clench
his fists.

Her tongue lashed at him, moving back and
forth on his swollen head, then swirled across it in a lick of
sensual torture. She teased him, moving up and down his body,
pausing every time she neared his cock to kiss it in a sexual
display of her desire before moving away.

Jenna licked his neck, nibbled on his ears
as she whispered the naughty things she wanted to do to him,
delighting in when he thrashed his hips from side to side on the
bed, trying to get at her as her short nails raked over his
sensitive skin.

"Jenna, this is torture. Let me go." His
husky groan told her he was close to losing control.

She shook her head and smiled. There was no
way she was releasing him until she was done. He would easily take
over and she would be left trying to catch up to his ministrations.
No
. That wouldn't work right now.

She slid down his body slowly, letting her
hardened nipples slide against his chest, watching as his breath
hitched as her mouth hovered over his cock, her breath panting over
him in warm bursts.

He twitched beneath her, trying to reach up
to her tongue. She sank down on him, taking him to the back of her
throat in one glide, and he shouted.

She felt powerful, embolden by the sexual
advantage she had over him.

"Jenna, baby, I'm not going to last."

Her chuckle sent shivers down his spine as
she slowly slid upwards, letting her teeth gently scrape against
his sensitive head.

"Good. That's the point," she said.

Her smile drove him crazy, and no thought
was left in his head as she drove her head down again, using one
hand to rake the inside of his thighs and the other to caress his
sac.

She was killing him, driving every ounce of
blood from his brain, until all he could do was thrust upwards as
her mouth sank down.

Licking his body again, she climbed back up,
straddled him, let him settle between her thighs, but prevented him
from being able to push within her. Her mouth met his again, and
she sucked his tongue into her mouth, administering to it the same
caresses she had given his cock.

His body moved against her, rubbing tightly
against her clit, and she closed her legs, clenching him tightly
against her heated core. He groaned, trying to thrust harder, but
the grip she had on him was unbreakable.

He wasn't beyond begging. "Please, Jenna.
Take me."

She chuckled at his husky words, the same
ones she had told him the first night, and oh so slowly, she inched
herself down on his length, holding herself at just the right
distance so that he couldn't impale her quickly.

He gasped as her heat enclosed over him,
ever so slowly taking him deeper, until he was seated flush against
her. She didn't slide back up instantly, she just sat there, moving
her hips around in a circle, moving back and forth, round and
round, making him grit his teeth against the need to spill inside
of her.

Her hands pinched her nipples, each squeeze
sending her tight channel clenching around him, trying to milk
everything from his body.

And then finally-
Oh God, finally
-
she began to move in earnest. Up and down his thick shaft, moaning
each time he filled her completely. His lids lowered in ecstasy,
just as her hand snaked down to rub at her clit, causing her to
squirm on his cock, sending little shivers throughout her body
until he could see the goose bumps standing out on her flesh.

She leaned back, her head dropping, her hair
tickling his thighs, just as one of her hands reached behind her to
press a secretive spot behind his balls.

His climax was instantaneous and powerful,
his legs lifting them from the bed, thrusting him further into her
just as she was coming down, sending her into her own orgasmic
spiral.

They both cried out as wave upon wave of
release swept throughout their bodies, until they both collapsed,
completely sated.

It took long moments until either of them
could think through the haze of satisfaction in their minds.

Jenna carefully slid off of Jacob, curling
up to his side like a lazy cat.

He smiled to himself. "Love, you have to
unlock these things if you want me to wrap my arms around you."

She jumped up. "Oh, sorry." She grabbed the
key and walked around the bed, unlocking one then the other cuff,
and climbed in next to him to be instantly enclosed in his
arms.

They lay there for a while, simply stroking
each other's skin, until Jacob felt his body begin to rise
again.

"We need a bath," he said, knowing that if
they didn't get one now, he wasn't letting her out of bed until he
had reciprocated, making her beg and plead for her release. And he
knew just how to do it.

The long bubble bath revived them both, not
to mention the caresses just brought the desire back to a fevered
pitch. He let her soak her sore muscles a bit longer, while he went
to retrieve the small box he had brought back from her house the
first time he had went to gather some of her things.

That damn cat was sitting just outside his
bedroom door, and sent him a look of pure menace when Jacob stepped
out.
So much for the imagined truce
.

That's MY human
, he could imagine the
cat was thinking.

"You'll have to share," he told the
irritable feline.

The cat sneezed, as if that wasn't an option
to him.

"If you don't want to share, I can just keep
her all to myself and put you outside."
Yeah, right
. Like
Jenna would let him do that. She loved the blasted critter like a
child.

Of course, the cat liked that option even
less, and a long growl emerged from its chest. Well, Jacob thought
it was a growl- it sounded more like a lawnmower.

Jacob raised an eyebrow.
Try me
, he
thought.

Chuckles lifted his lips in the kitty
equivalent of a smile, then sauntered off with his tail twitching
behind him merrily, no doubt to make Jacob's life a living
hell.

Jacob walked to Jenna's room and grabbed the
box from beneath her bed. He was looking forward to unlocking her
kinky side for himself. He knew it would be intensely rewarding. To
both of them.

Jenna was still in the bath when he
returned, and he slid the box beneath his own bed, sitting on the
edge of his mattress as she finished.

His mind showed him images of the water,
caressing every luscious part of her body, the soapy bubbles
lovingly stroking against her breasts as the water rippled around
her. He swelled instantly, needing no further encouragement.

It didn't take her long to emerge from the
bathroom wrapped in a towel, and she sent him a look of heat when
she saw him sitting on the bed, his boxers tented in his lap.

His
come hither
smile sent a bolt of
lightning streaking through her blood, and she obeyed it, walking
over to him, dropping the towel, placing her hands on his bare
shoulders. The warm, smooth skin beneath her fingers rippled as he
grabbed her around the waist and lifted her, sliding her onto his
lap as his lips fused with hers.

He fell backwards on the bed, deftly rolling
until he had her beneath him, her arms stretched out above her just
as she'd had him not so long ago. Holding her arms above her with
one hand, he roamed down her body with the other. Her breathy moans
became louder as he pulled and tweaked her nipples, rubbing them
against his rough palm and curling his fingers in lazy circles
around them.

She was crying out by the time his hand made
it to her core, and gasping for air against his mouth by the time
he spread her and fingered her clit.

Her hips writhed against him lifting and
twisting in a mating ritual as old as time. She fell apart under
his hands, her climax taking her swiftly to the edge and dropping
her in an endless rain of pleasure.

His mouth followed where his hands had been,
allowing her no time to recover, his tongue laving against her
sensitive clit, quickly sending another orgasm crashing upon her
viciously.

Panting, breathless, her throaty "Please,
now" was barely audible. But he wasn't about to give in. Not until
she was every bit as mindless as he'd been. And he knew he could
give it to her, awaken her secret desires as only she knew
them.

Oh, yeah, he had peeked into her box when he
pulled it from beneath her bed at her house. Just looking at the
naughty little things within had made his blood boil in
anticipation. And the small book-
God the book
!

The images had easily told him what her
secret desires were, her dark fantasy, and although she didn't know
it, he was about to bring it to life, not stopping until she was
wild beneath him, screaming her pleasure to the heavens.

Starting now.

His rough jaw scraped down her slit, the
five o'clock shadow abrading over her sensitized bud, sending her
arching upwards, and causing a violent streak of desire through her
belly.

One long finger pushed into her, and she
instantly clenched around it, her body drawing at it, trying to
pull in more. Another finger joined the first, as he raked that
gorgeous rugged jaw again and again over the epicenter of her
pleasure.

It wasn't enough. Not now, when she knew how
completely he would fill her with his body inside of her, healing
her heart and soul from the inside out.

She cried out when he pulled away from her,
but her blood spiked as he flipped her over on her stomach and
quickly clicked the handcuffs securely around her wrists.

Payback
. She anticipated it with a
fury, even though she knew he would make her die from the pleasure
before reviving her with more.

He guided her knees beneath her, giving him
the beautiful view of her backside, spread invitingly. He could see
the gathering wetness between her thighs, and couldn't resist
running his hand through it, his breath catching as she pushed back
against him, seeking more.

A soft cry broke her lips as he pulled away
from her again, only to break on a gasp when she saw him reach
under the bed for her box.

Instant recognition lit her eyes. "How did
you… Where… Oh God!" she said as she realized what he meant to do
to her.

Jacob smiled, predatory, telling her without
words that he owned her, and would prove it.

Her cheeks reddened when he opened the box,
pulling out her toys and laying them in a row on his bed.

"It seems my little Jenna has a kinky streak
that she didn't tell me about," he couldn't help teasing her.

She buried her face in the bed, moaning
loudly, either in anticipation or embarrassment, he didn't
know.

He selected a small blue vibrator from the
row, and twisted it on. Jenna's breath suddenly became louder than
the buzzing.

Anticipation
, he thought, smiling
wickedly to himself.

The vibrator traced a path down her spine,
making her dip her back, trying to hold back a moan. But it was
useless. A long rush of breath escaped on a low keen as the
vibrator dipped, lightly buzzing against her inner thighs. She
squeezed her legs together tightly, knowing that as soon as he
moved the toy there, she would go mindless.

He chuckled behind her, amused that she
would try to prevent him from administering the same kind of
treatment she had him earlier. That's why he'd handcuffed her. If
he had though she would let him do all of this without being
embarrassed and trying to stop him, he would have left her free.
But that wasn't the case.