Page 6 of Making Him Submit

Unfortunately for me, though, my body had already made up its mind.

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As Jake quietly shut the hotel room door behind us, I took a moment to finish processing what I had just agreed on.

I also found that I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted in place by the entry hall.

Jake stopped next to me, a question in his eyes. “Are you—”

“There’s satellite television and free wifi,” I spoke quickly. “Do whatever you need to get comfortable, just don’t go through my things. I’m going to take a shower.”

I didn’t wait before turning and heading into the ensuite bathroom.

Inside, I took a second to compose myself, setting both hands on the counter and glaring at my own reflection.

What the fuck was I thinking? Was I actually going to have sex with my bodyguard?

My mind was still at war with the idea, even while my body ached with need.

What was it about him that I found irresistible anyway? Sure, he was good-looking, but that rarely had been enough for me in the past.

It was something else, something I still couldn’t quite put my finger on.

All I knew was that I both loved and hated how he always seemed to one-up me at my own games. He didn’t put up with my bullshit, but he also never stopped me from trying. There was this magnetic push-and-pull dynamic unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

I was allowed to be myself, until he decided otherwise.

And that was really fucking hot.

“Jake?” I called out. “Could you come here for a moment?”

Jake didn’t answer me, but the bathroom door opened moments later. He stood at the doorway, waiting for whatever I said next.

Hell, I wasn’t even sure what was going to come out of my mouth at this point. All I knew was that my body was screaming for him, so loud that it drowned out every part of my mind that still resisted.

I held onto the edge of the counter, gazing at him through the reflection of the bathroom mirror. “Closer,” I said with a sudden tremble in my voice.

Jake stepped inside.

Mustering up some strength, I let go of the counter and turned to face him. I reached out and touched his cheek with my palm. “Just this once,” I said.

Jake’s gaze was impossible to decipher. “If that’s what you want.”

I nodded, licking my bottom lip as I ran my hand down his cheek, neck, and chest. My fingers traced the length of his torso, following the natural lines of his body.

His gaze grew heavy as he stepped closer, wrapping his hands around my waist.

With a fistful of his shirt in my hand, I dragged him down to kiss me.

Jake’s arms closed in around me, lifting me and settling me down on the counter. It was the kind of thing that could only work smoothly when you had big guns like him.

He kissed me back with a roughness that only managed to make my ache burn brighter. Our lips parted as our tongues took turns exploring each other’s mouths.

Breathy, heated sounds escaped us as we kissed. His large hands felt up my thighs, while mine found their way under the fabric of his shirt.

Hurriedly, I yanked it off of him, nearly taking his head with it. I threw the shirt aside and started running my hands all over his chest.

He was even sexier than I'd imagined, all tanned, sculpted muscle. My cock seemed to agree, given how tight my jeans felt.