Chapter 27: Mine

                                    

                                          
*Disclaimer: This chapter contains Mature content intended only for adult readers.
                          
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I woke up the next morning to a shrilling clang and a muttered curse word. Upon blinking several times to focus my vision and gain sense of my surroundings, I saw Jacob setting down a silver tray in the sitting room. 
                          
"Sorry," he apologized when he saw me sit up and stretch. 
                          
"What happened?" 
                          
"Nothing, except that I almost ruined your surprise," he said as he walked over to me. He wore a perfectly ironed, white button-up shirt and gray pants. His body hugged the fabric in a way that made him overwhelmingly desirable, with the sleeves partially rolled up his forearms. 
                          
I wore nothing under the silky sheets of his bed and pulled the covers up around me further; he laughed softly. 
                          
"Beside you," he said and gestured to my left. An elegant white robe hung from the bedpost, but it looked too delicate to touch. I stared at it a little too long and Jacob laughed again.
                          
"I'll turn around," he said and did just that. I quickly slipped on the robe and tied the belt loosely round my waist.
                          
"What's the surprise?" I asked, once I was covered and sitting back in bed
                          
He turned around, stepped closer, and kissed me tenderly. "First, I would like to know if you want your breakfast in bed or in the sitting room?" 
                          
I answered him by tightening the covers over me and faking a little shiver. He smiled happily and spun on his heels. He brought the breakfast over and set it on the bed in front of me. The tray was full with thick, fluffy waffles, a silver pot of coffee and a bone china cup, a glass of orange juice, and an assortment of in-season fruits that included strawberries, bananas, cantaloupe, and cherries. It was nothing short of a feast. 
                          
"This is quite impressive; did you ever run a bed and breakfast too?," I teased. I picked up a white, mini pitcher of maple syrup and drizzled it over the waffles. "Did you eat?" 
                          
"Mhm," he hummed a positive. I bit off part of a strawberry, all the while Jacob's blushed face observed me.
                          
"What?" I asked with a slight giggle. 
                          
"I'm thinking about how enjoyable last night was," he said. He leaned back on one arm and admired the moment in the aftermath.
                          
I felt my cheeks heat up as I sheepishly cut off a piece of the waffle and ate it. "Which part are you thinking about the most?" I asked.
                          
He chuckled lowly and scratched the side of his aged but clean cut face. "How you looked on top of me with your hair falling around you, and how the curves of your hips silhouetted against me." 
                          
I gulped some of the orange juice, coughing a couple times amidst his distinct recollection of last night's sensuous events.
                          
"Your turn," he gladly challenged, amused.  
                          
My mind had already replayed most of what I could remember after we finished playing around and got down to the real thing. My brain went into a blissful blank during some parts. While I didn't have many experiences to compare him to, Jacob was the most meaningful. I tended to avoid sexual encounters with men my age—they never paid attention to my pleasure.
                          
I poured coffee into the pristine white china and dropped a bit of milk into it. While I stirred, I answered shyly, "The other time I was on top of you." 
                          
Jacob remembered this instantly and sat up straight, smirking as he looked away from me. "Oh, that," he murmured. "I have to admit, I've never done that—in that position—before." 
                          
My face felt so hot like it would melt off, so I downed another several gulps of the ice cold orange juice. "Neither have I, but I always wanted to try it. I'm glad we did." 
                          
He raised his eyebrows. "Are you?"
                          
I laughed and replied, "Yes. I'm looking forward to doing that again." 
                          
We locked gazes for a fleeting moment, and Jacob spoke up. "Me too." 
                          
I ate more of the breakfast and Jacob took it upon himself to feed a cherry to me. We kept stealing looks at each other but I kept breaking the tension with uncontrollable, lighthearted giggles.
                          
"I like that we're open about this," I said. 
                          
"It's a healthy thing to do," he replied. "But more importantly, so I know how to continually please you like that; good to know you like to be the dominant one, but we'll see about that the next time." 
                          
I managed to finish most of the food and slowly pushed the tray aside. I leaned in towards him. "Is that a challenge?" 
                          
He lowered his eyes on me, glancing at the open space between the folds of the thin robe. "No, it's not. The next time, I'll take charge and it will be hard for you when you give in when I put my tongue on you, baby girl." 
                          
A thousand raging butterflies thumped against the inside of my chest, making it difficult to breathe steady. This was an entirely new side of Jacob that I never expected to exist. He was always the perfect, courteous gentleman, but deep down I found out he had private, fiery desires.
                          
I ran my hand carefully down the side of face and traced the collar of his crisp shirt. I played with the top unbuttoned part, then bit the bottom of my lip as I met his eyes yet again. "Until then, I guess I'll be stuck thinking about everything you could do to me." 
                          
He wrapped me in his arms, pulling me onto his lap. His mouth met mine and we shared a deep, romantic kiss. Jacob then pinched my chin between his fingers and broke our lips apart. His eyes burned into mine and my scorching desire for him was like lava bursting out of a recently erupted volcano.
                          
"You're mine," he commanded. 
                          
I more than welcomed his dominance, but naturally I had to argue back a little. I grinded my hips into the hardening bulge between his legs and he let go of the grip on my chin. "I'm yours when I say so." 
                          
He fought back the urge to give in, his breath becoming shallow. "Alright, then. I won't disagree with that." 
                          
I let off of him and he stood up, taking the empty silver tray with him. "I have something fun planned for us today, if you're up for it." 
                          
"What is it?"
                          
"It's going to be a bit cooler today, so I figured we can head outdoors for a hike. There's a beautiful park just up over the hill behind here. What do you think?" 
                          
"I think that sounds like a pleasant day," I replied, smiling sweetly at him. 
                          
Just then, there was a loud jingle from his phone which had slipped out of his pocket and onto the bed. My eyes instinctively glanced at the lit up screen, and I caught a glimpse of the sender's name. Angela.
                          
Jacob adjusted the tray to hold it with one hand against his hip, then snatched the phone with the other, stuffing it into his back pocket.
                          
I furrowed my brows and looked up at him, confused. "Why is she messaging you? What are you saying to her?" 
                          
His face flashed through a series of emotions as he debated with himself over how to answer. He finally rolled his eyes and sighed. "I didn't want to have to tell you this. We can talk about it later. Just, get ready." He rushed out of the room, closing the door behind him. 
                          
I stared into the empty space of where he had been standing, slightly in shock and with a cold fear replacing any spark of hotness inside of me. 
                          
Why was he getting so involved with my job? And Angela? 
                          
My stomach was in knots. I didn't want drama of any kind, at least no more than what I already had to deal with at work. With great reluctance to pack up and ditch the place, I got up and gathered my things for a shower instead.