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“Fuck, baby,” he rasps. “That feels fucking incredible, keep going,” he urges as one of his hands finds its way to my clit again. For someone who struggled to orgasm, I have no issue with Jake. It’s like he has a cheat code to my body that can make it light up like the fourth of July at any given moment. And just as I’m on the precipice, he pulls away completely.

“W-what are you doing?” I whimper as I try to drag him back to where I need him most.

“Ah, ah, ah, you teased me all night in the bar, sweetheart. I told you I’d show you just how cruel it was to tease me.” He drags a soapy finger down between my breasts.

“Are you just going to leave me like this?” I ask quietly. He knows full well I can’t orgasm on my own.

“Oh, you’ll come, baby. Don’t worry.” My body sags as he keeps trailing his fingers across my skin. “It’ll just be when I decide you can. You’ve read about edging in your books, right?”

Kissing the corner of my mouth, he slides out from underneath me and I watch as droplets of water trickle down his perfect body. My hands stretch out to grab him, but he smirks and takes the towel off the rack. Facing me with hooded eyes, he reaches out his hand. Wordlessly, I take it, rising out of the water. I watch his throat work as his eyes roam over my naked body.

Slowly, he wraps me up in the towel, scoops me up and carries me through the house. Hooking my arm around his neck, I nuzzle into his chest, listening to his heartbeat that mirrors my own erratic beats. Once we reach the bedroom, he doesn’t stop bringing me to the edge and then snapping it away. Each time he does, I get more and more frustrated, thrashing underneath him.

“Jake, I don't know how much more I can take,” I pant, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he assaults my core with his tongue.

“You can take a bit more.” Thrusting his fingers deep inside my pussy, he laps at my clit, causing tremors to rack through my body.

“Have you learned your lesson, baby?” he growls against my pussy, sending vibrations through my whole body.

“Y-yes. I won’t tease you again, J, I promise,” I pant out. “Please, put me out of my misery.”

“Misery? Sweetheart, I’m about to make you come so hard your eyes cross.”

He shifts back down my body, arm banded across my stomach as his mouth latches onto my clit. Two fingers curl inside me, stroking deep, and pressure builds, causing every muscle to coil tight. “Holy shit, J,” I manage to get out as I grip the comforter tightly in my fists.

My vision blurs and my breathing becomes ragged as he sucks harder and pumps faster. There’s a pressure I haven’t experienced before, it almost feels like…oh no. Grabbing Jake’s shoulders, I try to pull him up. “J, stop. I’m going to…” It’s too late—fluid shoots out of me, dripping from my pussy that’s now throbbing and pulsing while wetness coats my thighs along with Jake’s face and fingers. The orgasm is so strong I’m sure I black out for a few seconds.

It’s only when I come round and I see Jake’s face dripping with me that my mortification sets in, and I cover my face with my hands. God, this is so humiliating. “I am so sorry, Jake, I didn’t mean to do that, I-”

He cuts me off, pulling my hands away from my face and planting a searing kiss on my lips. I can taste myself all over him. “That was so fucking hot. You didn’t do what you think you did. You squirted, baby, and—God damn—do I want to make you do that again.”

The relief I feel at not wetting myself is unreal and I instantly start to relax. “I didn’t know I could do that,” I mutter shyly.

“It’s the best kind of surprise, trust me. Let me go grab a washcloth to clean you up. I won’t be a sec.”

Covering my eyes with my arm, I lie back and try to calm my racing heart. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon.

I’m so overwhelmed by the pleasure Jake just gave me, I start to think about whether I’ll ever be able to reciprocate that feeling to him with my lack of experience. The thought makes my eyes start to sting. Do not cry now, Lottie, don’t be a complete weirdo.

The wetness of the cloth stirs me from my thoughts, and I look down to see Jake gently wiping away the last of my release. He’s so gentle and loving in his touch. He looks up and places a light kiss to my inner thigh as he finishes up.

Throwing the washcloth into the wash basket, he climbs into bed next to me. The buzz of the alcohol is long forgotten.

“Are you ok?” he asks as he runs his hands through my hair.

“Never been better, J.”

Chapter 47

Jake

Twenty-seven never felt so good. There’s nothing like waking up with a naked Lottie to start my birthday. I could have gone without Bella’s French kisses, though.

I’ve just finished training and am ready to celebrate my birthday with my girl. I don’t even care what we do—we could spend the whole day chilling on the sofa and I would be blissfully happy.

Stopping at a local florist, I pick up a bunch of pink dahlias for Lottie. I used to treat her to new ones each week before the accident, and I loved to watch her face light up whenever I gave them to her. Plus, my dad also used to do this for my mom, and it’s nice to keep the tradition going.

Parking up at the beach house, I round the car, grab my gym bag and the flowers, and jog up the front steps, where I’m greeted with banners and balloons everywhere. It looks like a party planning store threw up, but I love it because I know who’s responsible.