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When Jake came to bed a few minutes later, he didn’t make a move to touch me. He just crawled in behind me and pulled me flush against his chest. He murmured a few words in another language and placed a kiss on my temple. He spoke too softly for me to even try identifying what language he spoke in.
I fell asleep faster than I would have if I were alone and I didn’t wake up until the next morning when sunlight was streaming in through the window. I realized that sometime during the night, the covers had been thrown off my body but I was still warm because I was completely wrapped up in Jake’s arms. His legs were tangled in mine and his hand was laying against my bare hip because the shirt had risen up to my waist.
He had fallen asleep in his boxers and I could feel the outline of his dick pressing into my ass. It took everything in me not to rock against it. Instead, I carefully detangled myself from him. He was still fast asleep which I found shocking. I always assumed that he was a very light sleeper. As I watched him, I couldn’t help but remember last night and how he tried to make me feel better after everything. I wanted to make it up to him so I slowly and quietly padded down the stairs to make him breakfast.
My dad once told me that Jake’s guilty pleasure was waffles and whipped cream. He never told me how he found out or why, only that Jake loved it and that was what I made from scratch. I was in the middle of pouring the last of the waffle mixture when I felt his presence behind me. I didn’t know how it was possible for me not to hear his footsteps considering the fact that the house was deathly quiet.
“What’s this?” he mused as he walked further into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist and in a flash, he had me seated on the counter. I gestured towards the waffles but he said nothing.
He finished up everything I was doing while I sat and watched. There was something incredibly sexy about seeing a man who knew his way around the kitchen. I was rendered speechless for what felt like the first time in my life as he cleaned up.
“You didn’t have to do this,” he said once he had finished. “I hoped we were going to spend the morning in bed.”
“You were asleep.”
“Hardly,” he made his way over to me and forced my legs open so he could stand between them. He placed his hands on the counter and kissed me softly first before deepening it. When he pulled back, I was breathless. “Don’t think I forgot your stint yesterday. The only reason I let it slide was because you were upset. If you ever pull that again, I will take you over my knee, are we clear?”
My core clenched and I swallowed deeply. Words could not escape my throat so all I did was nod. Jake knew the effect he had on me because he smirked and stepped back then grabbed the plates of food and walked out leaving me alone in the kitchen.
Breakfast was surprisingly uneventful. Jake was tapping away on his phone the entire time and he excused himself soon after to make a call. I knew I needed to get home soon to avoid questions from my father so I cleaned up and used Jake’s bathroom. I found a spare toothbrush in the drawer and I used his body wash. I loved the way it smelled and I spent longer in there than I needed to.
When I walked out, Jake was nowhere to be seen. I was in a fluffy white robe and I padded down the stairs to look for him. It took me twenty minutes to find him and when I did, he was in his office typing away on his laptop. He barely looked up at me as I made my way inside because he was talking away on his phone. I walked into the room and it wasn’t until I got to his desk that he noticed me.
“Are you okay?” he asked and I nodded. “I have work to attend to so you can go home when you’re ready.”
My brows scrunched in confusion as I gazed at him. There was no way that this was the same man I ate breakfast with. I walked around his table and peered at his laptop but I could barely understand what I was seeing. One of the screens had the cameras in the house pulled up while the other was a document and I was barely able to start reading before he looked up.
“Hayley, please,” he sounded a bit annoyed. “I have some shit to take care of.”
I was angry and I stormed out of the office without saying a word. I was just trying to check up on him and he was acting like I had done something wrong. I was muttering to myself and walking past the living room when I noticed one of the cameras and I got a brilliant idea. I rushed upstairs to get my phone and I sent my dad a text saying that I had stepped out and wouldn’t be home until later.
He responded almost immediately saying that he was also stepping out for work. It wasn’t surprising to hear because my dad worked most Saturday’s but I was worried because he had been working a lot more lately. I told him to take care and I left my phone upstairs. I made my way back to the living room and looked around for the perfect position.
There was a couch that was directly facing the camera and I smirked to myself. I sat down there and the reality of what I was about to do dawned on me. It was childish and petty and yet I couldn’t help but feel giddy as I thought of it. I wanted to make Jake regret sending me away like that. I had never done anything as scandalous as what I was about to but there was a thrill to it.
I slowly untied the front of my robe and parted it putting my entire body on display. I tilted my head back and ran my hands down my torso imagining they were his. I imagined his callused fingers tweaking my nipples while the scruff of his shadow brushed against my skin. I wanted to clench my legs tighter but instead, I lifted them onto the chair and spread them wide open. My breath came out in pants as I teased my own nipples just as I knew he would just to draw out the sensation before finally trailing my hand down my stomach all the way to my core.
I ran my finger across my slit hesitantly. I wasn’t even sure if he was watching but I hoped he was. I hoped he could see what I was doing. I slowly slipped a finger inside. I wanted to imagine it was his but there was no way that my dainty fingers could compare to his own. His fingers filled me up and had me arching in pleasure. I slipped out that one and pushed in two just to give me a fraction of the fullness I would feel from him.
I curled my fingers inside of me as I pumped them slowly imagining they were his. I could imagine all the filthy words he would say and the way he would lean over me to make sure I could feel him everywhere.
“Jake,” I moaned as I played with my nipples using my other hand.
I was lost in the fantasy. Since I had been with Jake, I never needed to pleasure myself but it was easy to fall back into the rhythm. I knew my own body better than anyone and I knew what drove me over the edge. My eyes were shut in pure ecstasy as I continued to pump my fingers into my pussy. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of my wetness and my breathy moans.
I knew I was making a mess on his expensive couch but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I was climbing the peak of an orgasm and I used my thumb to play with my clit. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to run through me. Jake’s name was on my lips as I came and although it was nothing near what I would have gotten if it were Jake but it was enough to have my legs vibrating.
By the time I came down from my high, I opened my eyes to see Jake sitting on the couch in front of me. His chest was heaving and there was an obvious bulge in his pants. It was clear that he had watched me. I wasn’t sure how much of it he watched in person or on the camera but one thing was clear- I had pissed him off because he his knuckles had turned while from how hard he was gripping the arm rests.
I opened my mouth to say something but no words could come out. I wanted his attention but I never thought about what I was going to do when I got it.
“I see you’re having fun,” he drawled. “Don’t stop on my account.”