Chapter 120

I’m putty in his hands. He’s showing me that with a kiss he owns me and it’s working. I’ve melted to a
gooey puddle in his lap where he could literally strip me naked right now on the sidewalk and I wouldn’t
argue. He’s uncovered my weakness for him in one night and he fully intends to utilize it. Jake has
always had skills in manipulation, so this doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. He pulls his mouth from
mine, keeping his hand around my jaw, holding us nose to nose

“We’re going away for some time alone … We need it … I need this.” His voice is thick and husky, and
he kisses me again before I can answer, pulling me back down into erotica, his tongue caressing mine
until I feel like the longing will make me self-implode. His hand moves up under my dress finding what
he’s searching for, pulling my underwear aside and connects. I arch on his lap, gasping in pleasure, his
mouth still on mine as I squirm.

“Say yes, bambino.” He breathes into my mouth, pushing his fingers inside me slowly, his thumb
circling at the front deliciously. I wriggle and claw at his shoulders, the sensation overwhelming me.
Every part of my already sensitive womanhood is throbbing with pleasure. His fingertips gently circling
and teasing until I’m almost panting, almost begging. He withdraws, leaving me wanting and aching.
“Say yes.” He breathes again. The sensation is too extreme and too intense to fight, and I want more of
it. I grasp his arm and try to force his hand back to its previous position, bite his lower lip in a bid to
make him take me but he stays still, his eyes dark with lust. God this man is stubborn!

“This isn’t fair,” I moan and grind into his lap trying to take control from him, but he only smiles. He’s far
better at this game than I’ll ever be. I can feel his desire beneath me, hard and obvious but he’s still as
a statue, amusement on his face, making it clear he likes this version of Emma.

“One little word, miele, and I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll screw you right here in the car.” He smirks.

Only Jake could make that the most appealing sentence in the world.



I give in, saying, “Yes,” loudly as I wrap my arms around his neck and falling into a passionate kiss, my
inner self squealing out in ecstasy as his hand moves back inside me, and his other hand pulls down
my bodice. I don’t even care that he’s just manipulated me without effort, most likely starting a pattern
for things to come now that he knows he can.

* * *

I try to right my dress when I’m back in my own seat, pulling its skirt back down my body awkwardly, my
face hot and I’m sure I must be several shades of pink and red, my skin is glowing.

Despite the tight confines of the car and invasive controls around us, Jake somehow managed to make
good and made love to me in his car. Facing me forward to the front windscreen, sat in his lap with his
arms around me, glad of the heavily tinted windows. It was awkward but erotic and I ended up
sprawled over his steering wheel gasping in the afterglow. I only then became self-conscious about our
surroundings, relieved when I saw he put us in an empty alley, shaded by tall buildings on either side.
He knew he was going to have sex with me as soon as he turned the car. The appearance of the
condom a huge hint, the cheeky wink and grin confirmed he pre-planned my surrender to his way of
thinking. I have no chance with him as a lover … I will never have any say in this life ever again.

“So … Guess we’ll be going to yours to pack a case then, right?” He grins at me, leaning over to clip
my seat belt back on, always obsessed with taking care of me as though I’m incapable. He looks
completely unaffected by what we’ve just done, even his hair is still in place while I shake my head at
him

“Is this what life is going to be like? You decide something then use your ‘sexpertize’ to make me
agree?” I gaze at him, trying to look unamused, but I can’t stop smiling.

“Like you thought it would be any different?” He grins back, righting himself in his seat and pulling his
belt on. “Now make sure there’s a lot of bikinis … We’ll be solo this time, I doubt you’ll need any actual



clothes.” He winks and for some reason I know he means it … bikinis or naked, I can be sure that’s
how I’ll end up if the last thirty minutes are anything to go by.

“Maybe I’ll have a three-week headache, darling …” I reply haughtily, trying to keep the humor from my
face. He has us back in traffic, moving on, his face animated and he shrugs.

“Bambino, best way to get rid of a headache is to have your hot Italian boyfriend sweat it out of you in
various energetic positions.” He throws me a serious look with a raised brow.

Arrogant sod! His ego is big enough for the both of us.

Who am I kidding? It’s one of the things that make him who he is; his confidence and directness and he
knows it. Damn you, Carrero!

* * *

Sarah is home when we get to the apartment, she looks frantic and I’m hit with instant guilt. My phone
died late last night, and I have been so absorbed in being with Jake I haven’t even thought she would
be worried. She looks us over in surprise then grins knowingly. I guess I still have that flushed, ‘just
been screwed,’ look and with Jake’s arm around my waist possessively, it pretty much tells her all she
needs to know.

“Emma? Thank god! Well, I can call off the search party!” She grabs me in a hug and points a finger at
Jake. “You better be treating her right this time. Stopping all this nonsense and bullshit evasive
behavior.” She waggles it at him, bringing her tiny frame to his in an overly aggressive manner. Jake
raises his palms and tries not to smile.

“Like she’s my Queen … She was a little too busy to think about phoning home, Mom.” He darts out of
the way of her playful slap and she turns to me instead.



“I was worried about you. Next time a text to say … Oh I don’t know … My boss stopped being a
schmuck and finally hooked up with me.” I smooth back her stray hairs and try to fix her baggy shirt.
She’s obviously been in her nightshirt all day and pacing erratically. The old relationship we had would
have never seen her worrying about my absence this way, it’s a little cute and I feel awful for this.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t think you would even notice. I won’t do that again … Promise.” I hold up my girl
guide oath, despite never being one and try for a smile. She glares then shakes her head and resigns
to a smile.

“Marcus said you would probably be away trying out some guy’s bed springs—” She snorts.

“Hey! … Less of the some guy. Jake cuts in, a frown creasing his brow as he moves to lasso an arm
around my neck and pulls me close, linking his hands in front of me. “There’s only one guy Emma will
ever test bed springs with and that’s yours truly. She’s a lady, a one guy kind of girl.” He frowns, a little
grumpily.

“Marcus is an idiot.” I retort and look around for signs of him but find none. He’s obviously at work.

“What about you, Carrero?” Sarah narrows her eyes and hunches forward to scrutinize Jake’s face.
“Are you a one girl kinda guy now?” she interrogates almost menacingly; I stifle the urge to laugh at her
protective mother hen routine.

“Scouts honor.” He holds up fingers in an attempt to make a scout’s oath and fails. He was obviously
never a scout. We share something else, a severe inability to get an oath right. He leans out to tweak
her in the face and gets his handed batted away aggressively.

“I swear you better treat her like a queen. She doesn’t tolerate side chicks or any of that nonsense you
hear? You hurt her, and I'll cut off your family jewels. I’m a chef! Trust me I have big sharp knives and a
lot of skill.” Sarah looks convincingly scary, so much that even I blanche at her in alarm.



Where the heck has this little psycho been hiding?

“Look, tiny scary person, I love her. I told her so many times and I’m telling you. No side chicks, I’ll
definitely be looking after her from here on in. You can stow the knives elsewhere, possibly in the back
of the next guy who insinuates my girl has been sleeping around.” Jake flashes her one of his
Hollywood smiles and kisses me on the top of the head. Sarah seems satisfied, her manic expression
drops and is replaced by a welcoming smile and I sigh with relief and pull myself out of Jake’s arms.
Still a little wary of crazy girl though.

“I’m going to get out of this dress and pack.” I lift the skirt from the floor, so I don’t trip and start heading
to my room. Jake moves to follow me, but Sarah’s raised eyebrow and come-hither finger wiggle stops
him. She obviously hasn’t done talking to him yet and I throw him a supportive smile and gesture for
him to stay, he looks like he might refuse, and I don’t blame him. Sarah has the air of ‘Gestapo and
torture methods’ swarming from her in droves. I can also tell in a look he wants to come with me and
continue what we did in the car.

I need to get my stamina up living with him, I’ll never get through a week at this rate. He’s insatiable; I
may not be the most experienced woman on the planet but even I know his hunger for sex isn’t normal,
or the ability to go at it as much. I wonder if this is his Italian blood or just Jake blood that makes him a
sex addict with a stamina second to none. I can’t really complain, since knowing he loves me, I have
become just as insatiable and it still shocks me. I never knew I had it in me or that it was even possible
to even try to have it in me.

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