of my coat. Without looking back, I raced down the hall to my condo.
I hated walking out on Jake, but I knew if I’d stayed, things would’ve been awkward.
What had happened between us, although fantastic, had been a spur-of-the-moment thing. A lapse in judgment on both our parts and I definitely didn’t want to impose on him. Guys like Jake preferred their women gone before they had to make conversation, even I knew that much.
An hour later, after taking a shower and putting on my pajamas, I was propped up against my headboard with my phone in my hand, reading once again, doing my level best to pretend that tonight had never happened. That I hadn’t had to deal with Adrian, that I hadn’t given in to desire and possibly ruined what might’ve been a good thing.
Instead, I opted to lose myself in fiction.
“Justin, please,” Jill begged. “I need more.”
It was an understatement. Hovering on the brink, Jill knew she shouldn’t succumb to the pleasure that Justin could provide. He was her boss, for chrissakes. For all intents, he was off-limits, forbidden, yet she’d given in over the past few months, craving what he offered, despite knowing better.
Justin’s fingers linked with hers as he dropped to his knees before her. Somehow he’d managed to strip her naked right there in his office. She’d been so fixated on his mouth, on the way he tortured her with his lips and his tongue, Jill hadn’t even thought to tell him no.
Not that she would have. She didn’t want to tell him no. She wanted him to continue, to make her come with his mouth. Which he was dangerously close to doing.
With their fingers linked, Justin knelt before her, holding her hands against the wall down by her thighs while he stared up at her.
“Put your leg over my shoulder,” he instructed.
When he released one of her hands, Jill slowly lifted her left leg, propping it over his shoulder, all too aware of how it opened her to his hungry gaze.
“So wet,” he said, his voice a deep rumble that made her pussy throb.
I dropped my phone into my lap. There should be warnings on these books.
CAUTION: READ IF YOUR PARTNER IS READILY AVAILABLE TO PITCH IN.
WARNING: HAVE VIBRATOR HANDY.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have either. Tonight’s encounter with Jake didn’t count.
I was single and my vibrator had suffered an ill-timed fate a few weeks back when I’d dropped it on the floor while unpacking a box. For some stupid reason, I hadn’t bothered to replace it, but I was making a mental note to do that in the very near future.
“Jacob Wild, what the fuck?” I mumbled in the darkness, closing my eyes.
I wondered where he was, what he was doing right then. Had he gone to bed? Or had he gone back to the club? Was he flirting with other women? I doubted he and Adrian could’ve been in one place for long before people would start recognizing them. Jacob because he was a world-famous author, Adrian because he was in an up-and-coming band that was currently taking the nation by storm.
Not something I wanted to think about.
For a brief moment, I allowed myself to fantasize about what it would be like to give in to Jake again. Nothing serious, just to enjoy him. That wouldn’t be a bad thing, right? To enjoy sex for the sake of sex, pleasure for the sake of pleasure. None of the crap that came with dating. Just two people, fucking until nothing else mattered but their next breath.
God, sometimes I wished I could be that girl. Unfortunately, I wasn’t coded that way.
Still, tonight had been about sex. Nothing more. What had happened between us had been sensational, and definitely unexpected, but I knew it couldn’t happen again. There was something about him that drew me in, and if I wasn’t careful, he would be the next guy who would break my heart.
“Not gonna happen,” I reminded myself, trying to force the thought away.
I let my thoughts drift back to our brief conversations in the coffee shop and that night when I’d helped Gavin. I liked him; I couldn’t seem to help myself. For the first time in a long-ass time, I feared I was starting to get hung up on him. It didn’t help that by reading his books, I felt as though I was getting a first-hand glimpse into his psyche. But I should’ve known that a man couldn’t write steamy scenes like that if