Page 57 of Under His Control

I yank my hand away then scoot backward, putting distance between us. Jacob stands, then he kneels on the bed. He grabs my legs before I can close them and shuffles closer.

While his hungry gaze is fixed on my body, my wide-eyed stare is focused below his hips where his erection tents his pants. Again, that is not a small bulge.

My heart beats faster.

He said he wasn’t going to fuck me.

I don’t think that’s true anymore.

15

Jacob

If the road to hell is paved with good intentions, where does the one with pot holes of bad ideas end up?

Wherever that is, I’m there. With a hard cock, a beautiful woman lying naked under me, the taste of her pussy in my mouth, and I’m not allowed to fuck her.

Society says I can’t.

She says I can’t.

Even the voice in the back of my head says I can’t.

The universe has played some cruel jokes on me before. This one might be the fucking worst.

I played it on myself.

The idea to make Penelope sleep in my bed came to me at work today. My intentions were mostly pure.

She would be warm and comfortable, and I could use my couch again. On the less than pure side, it also served my goal to keep her mentally uneasy while she’s here.

Did I suspect it was a bad idea? Absolutely. My reaction to her touch as she shaved me this morning was a sign. Watching her shower tonight convinced me I was headed for trouble if I didn’t abort the plan.

Her wet skin, her pink cheeks, and her shyness as she hid her gorgeous body from me. Penelope’s vulnerability was more enticing than the scent of freshly baked bread on a hungry stomach, and I was ravenous.

I was scraping at the bottom of my well of willpower not to grab her. Why the fuck did I think I could still invite her into my bed and temptation wouldn’t follow?

My god, I’ve been blessed.

She’s a stunning prize on my bed with silken tawny skin, soft fullness everywhere, her hair spread out beneath her head.

“Just as I thought, you look fucking incredible wearing only the collar, sweetheart.”

A shy look crosses her face and I want her more than my next breath.

It would be so easy to have her too.

My clothes are the only barrier between us and I’m already between her spread legs. Her glistening pussy is practically begging me to take it. Make it mine.

Don’t fucking do it.

She’s off-limits.

I ease my pants and underwear down my hips. It’s pure relief when my erection springs free. Penelope visibly stiffens, her wide eyes becoming rounder and her lips falling open. She lifts herself onto her elbows and scoots backward.

“Jacob… we can’t—”

I grab under her soft thighs and yank her back to me. I hold out my hand.