The heat creeps up my neck and face.  Can I actually say it out loud? Of course I can.  This is Jake - if I can't tell him my deepest darkest fantasies then who on earth can I tell?

"I want you inside me..." I whisper.   "The way we spoke about before." My voice is far stronger and more assured than I had expected it to be. Jake's eyes narrow and his lips, which look used and red from kissing me, part in surprise.

"Alex... You want that? Here? Now?" his voice is heavy with desire, and his rough east end accent coats the edges.

I suppose I'd never given much thought to where and how it would happen. I just knew that I wanted it to and that it would. In fact, since I'd first thought about Jake taking me like that, I was pretty sure it was the most erotic thing my mind would ever conjure. And my mind had conjured lots of erotic images since I'd first met Jake.

"Yes." I nod.

He stares at me wordlessly for a few long moments, before he lets out a very long breath. "Baby you don't have to do this," he shakes his head, brushing his knuckles light over my cheek. When his thumb grazes along my bottom lip I open my mouth and touch my tongue to his finger. He watches closely then lets out a long decisive breath.

Every nerve in my body seems to be alight, a warm current running through my veins and rippling out over my skin. It hardens my nipples and quickens my insides.

When he dips his head to kiss me again I rest my head back against the glass and moan quietly against his mouth. Pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he breaks away from my mouth and stares down at me.

"I love you. Tell me you know that," he says, serious green eyes boring into my own. 

"I know that.  And I love you back, tell me you know that."

He smiles and slides his hand under my hair and grips the back of my neck. "I know you do baby... I know..." He says and kisses me again.

His tongue moves in that slow sensual way, hooks around my breathing and pulls it tight. When he steps back he brushes his thumb over my mouth once more. "Now go stand at the desk." He says with a kind of calm authority.

With a deep breath, I move to do as I'm told. Walking slowly to the desk to stand at the front of it facing the chair behind it. He goes to the sofa and lifts my grey suede shoulder bag and brings it to me. "What do you have in here?" he asks, handing me the bag. "Do you have the tin of coconut stuff you use on your lips?"

Confused, I open my mouth to ask why but the reason becomes clear a second later, and I simply nod and reach into my bag to pull out the small silver tin of coconut infused petroleum jelly I have with me at all times.

He takes it and places my bag back on the sofa, and then moves to lift the bottle of Jack Daniels again, watching me closely as he takes a large mouthful and savours the taste.  I'm not sure what he's looking for. Maybe he's looking for a wobble or a sign that I don't really want to do this, or worse, that I'm doing it for all the wrong reasons - but I'm certain he won't find either on my face. Before he replaces the cap I hold my hand out to him.

"Could I have some of that?" My legs feel a little wobbly and my pulse is racing fast and hard, and some Dutch courage certainly won't do me any harm right now.  My medical head also tells me that a small sip won't harm the baby either.

He smiles. "I'll get you a glass."

"The bottle is fine." I say, reaching out to take it from him. 

It burns as it goes down. It burns all the way from my lips, past my tongue, to my throat and down into my stomach – it actually seems to burn past my thighs and down to my toes too - but when it reaches my stomach it settles, and a calming heat radiates outwards, relaxing me. The last time I drank Jack Daniels was at Nick's birthday five years ago, and I have very little memory of what happened after it.  Since I'd very much like to remember what is about to happen, I decide one more sip is more than enough and then hand the bottle back to Jake. 

As he caps it he leans forward to kiss me again, his tongue sinking deep into my mouth and folding itself around my own, sucking deeply at the bourbon on my tongue. He makes a deep "mmmmmm" sound and grips the back of my head with gentle force, and brushes his fingers across the front of my dress, pinching my nipple softly. 

This time I moan, and he bites down on my bottom lip before breaking away from my mouth and away from me. As he moves behind me I almost pant with need.  Then his hands are on my body, moving across it with a possessiveness that makes me want to relinquish every bit of control to him.  

With a hand on my neck, closed gently over my throat, he pulls me tight against him and brings his mouth to my neck and sucks hard. Hard enough to leave a mark I think. Do I want that?  I decide quickly that I do and I drop my head back onto his shoulder and close my eyes, moaning at the feel of his hands and his mouth moving roughly over me.

He drags his lips across my heating skin, his coarse facial hair scratching at my neck, making it feel flammable, making me feel flammable.  One strike of a match and I'll catch fire, I'm certain of it.

I feel behind me for some part of him to hold onto but my nails only find his thighs, strong hard muscle encased in expensive tailored trousers. Scraping them over the rich silk-like material, I begin to move my body over his erection, which presses hard and tempting against my behind.  Jake moves his hands to my hips and pulls me tighter against him, grinding his cock into me as he bites and sucks and licks at my neck.

"Bend over for me," he commands in a low whisper, pressing the palm of his hand against the small of my back.

With his guidance, I move forward slowing so that I'm over the solid hard wood of his desk. It's cold and unforgiving but it doesn't make much of a dent on my body temperature or state of arousal. It's a sturdy thing; immovable and very stable,
which relieves me a little.

As I shift to find a comfortable stance, I feel his hand skim the length of my spine and the sound of him let out a low satisfied noise as his hand moves over my bum.

When he begins to slide up my dress, pushing the heavy material up my thighs, my body temperature begins to kick up a notch and the butterflies start to move erratically in my tummy. The fluttering of anticipation and excitement is similar to how it felt in the moments just before we made love for the first time.   A tremendous tingling whizzing at top speed through my body, enflaming my blood.

I'm not wearing tights or stockings and a second later my dress is bundled to my waist and I'm naked in the dim light of his office except for my black lace knickers. I swallow to wet my dry mouth and throat but I feel no shame or embarrassment, or cold. I feel only the heat of his eyes and his touch, and the deep vibrating effect they have on every part of my body.

Then, I feel his mouth on me.

Starting on my right cheek, he massages softly and begins with soft kisses and the smallest delicate of bites, before gradually moving across to the other. When his fingers hook into the waistband of my knickers and he starts to tug them down something inside me loosens. I feel the wet bloom of heat pool between my legs and I desperately want to rub my thighs together for pleasure. But I know I should wait. I know that if I wait for Jake to touch me there then it will be worth it.

He slides the soft fabric down my legs and with each inch they go, they seem to shorten my breaths even further. When they are all the way down, I step gingerly out of them, holding onto the edge of the desk for balance.

"Now spread your legs for me baby," He says, his very voice low and very soft. I wonder if it's just desire, or if it's because he's trying not to spook me.

I do as he says, edging my legs apart by taking a small step. As he skims his hand over my bum and grabs my cheek I hear him take another soft intake of breath. "Fuck you look so perfect like this..." He says just as I feel him drop to his knees.

Gripping my cheeks, he pushes them apart and then I feel his mouth on me, there. As I gasp at the contact a warm tremble moves through my whole body. It's ticklish, his beard scrapes across my inner thighs, his breathing quick and hot and fast in the space between my legs.  He groans deliciously as he attends his mouth and tongue exquisitely over the most sensitive aroused parts of me. When he lowers his tongue and licks the entire length of me, front to back, I groan and my legs wobble so that I have to grip harder onto the solid oak surface beneath me.  His fingers stroke, quick circular movements very close to where his tongue is.

I turn my head on the desk to see if I can see him, but all I see is the scene out into his club; the huge glass window framing the VIP section where lots of strangers hang over the railing singing and dancing in time to the deeply hypnotic voices below. When Jake slips his finger inside me and starts to fuck me with it all other conscious thought leaves my brain.

The orgasm builds quickly and when his tongue finds my anus again to my utter surprise it feels only mind-numbingly erotic, and causes a warm tingle to bloom up my spine. He flicks his tongue back and forth greedily over the opening and keeps it there, pressing, circling. Hot, wet and soft. When he inserts it ever so slightly, my legs weaken further at this new sensation - a sensation which feels almost necessary now.

"Fuck Alex, you always taste so fucking good..." He moans, pressing his face into the back of my thighs. When I feel him slowly begin to work in his finger the breath catches in my throat.

"Jake..." I gasp.

"Baby?" His voice hints at concern but I can hear the lust in it. "Baby tell me you're ok. Tell me how you feel."

How do I feel? Hot. Breathless. deviant. Yes, having his fingers in both places at once makes me feel very hot and very deviant.

"I'm okay...," I tell him. My voice is deeper than normal and it drips with something I've never heard in it before. "It feels good... Everything you do always feels.. so good."

He pushes his finger a little deeper, working it in time with his strokes at my other opening.  I feel stretched and full and that feeling only intensifies as he inserts another finger into my behind. As he works them inside, he continues to tease me to climax with his other hand, more urgent now, precise exquisite and well-timed strokes against my clitoris.

"Come for me baby," he says. "I want you to come for me first before I fuck you here." He slides his tongue against me and alternates it with his fingers. One in, the other out, slow, deep and deeper. His mouth and tongue are rough and noisy and they make me feel like I'm being devoured. I'm going to come. I feel my belly and thighs clench and that dull pleasured ache move across the bottom of my spine as he draws the orgasm from my body.

"Oh my god," I moan. I can't breathe. My face blooms with heat, my muscles softening, my body trembling as the wet release floods between my legs.

He sucks at my orgasm greedily as I move against his mouth. A moment later he stands up and runs his hands up my spine to my neck where he unzips my dress and places kisses across my naked back. The air is cool but his mouth is hot and I keep my eyes closed as he his mouth attends the skin of my neck and shoulders, biting and nipping gently. As he slides his hand back between my legs and spreads my wetness over that hole, he bites down on the spot below my ear.

"Now I'm going to fuck you here..." he growls.

When I feel something cold and wet being rubbed over my opening I gasp slightly, but move backwards into his fingers with a kind of dazed desperation. His fingers massage me gently, rubbing and circling the soft jelly over the aching tingling space where I need him.

"Jake, please. I need you now..." I pant, turning my head to look back at him over my shoulder.  His face is flushed and his eyes bright, and his mouth so full and delectable. I'll miss kissing him during sex. Kissing Jake during sex is one of the things I think about during those times when I'm not with him.

The way his mouth fits so perfectly around mine. The way it ravages mine. The way it talks so filthy into my ear. The way it pleasures my body.

"I need you to be ready for me." He explains. I smile at that and back up, pushing my tender bum against the erection straining the front of his trousers. Ready for him? I'm pretty sure I was born ready for him.

"I'm always ready for you," I tell him. It comes out like in a half breathless moan and he smiles wickedly and then quickly starts to unbuckle his belt. The sound of this on its own almost makes me orgasm again. The sound of Jake's belt unbuckling is ranked with the '5th' and 'Requiem' as some of my favourite sounds on earth.

"Tell me why you want this Alex. Tell me what this means."

I lick my tongue across my mouth. I can barely breathe let alone speak. "It means I belong to you. Only you will ever have me like this."

"Just me?" he asks. He pushes his trousers down and takes himself in his hand and begins to stroke, his eyes not leaving mine. God, I'm so turned on.

"Yes," I whisper. "Just you."

As he steps forward and pushes himself against my opening, he groans quietly. He's hot and hard, and far too large for where he's going. He pushes in all the same, gently teasing my hole with his cock, circling it, stroking it, pushing against it.

The jelly has made our skins slippery and noisy, but it's working because as he flattens his hand against my back and guides himself inside me with his other hand I feel my body slowly begin to open for him. It's sharp and shocking yet feels very sensual having him inside this part of me.

Withdrawing slowly he does the same thing again, watching the space between our bodies as he does.

He flicks his eyes to me and nods. "Relax baby. Try to push out the way..." He instructs.  How many bloody times has he done this exactly? For a moment I feel a combination of jealousy and inexperience as he plays with my hole with both his finger and his very hot, very large cock. "That's it." he says.

Closing my eyes, I try my best to breathe and relax and resist the still present urge to reject him from that entrance to my body. "You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you Alex... Jesus christ." He groans as he pushes in further. I gasp then and clench my fists at the feeling of total intrusion. It's very odd. Having this kind of sensation in such place is odd. A twinge in an otherwise barren area. "So tight baby... fuck." He pushes in further before withdrawing and repeating the process once more. "Are you ok? You have to tell me how you feel."

"It feels.... strange. Full." I gasp. "But good..." and it does. God, he's inside my... Jake pushes in once more and with a deep grunt of pleasure takes my breath away. He must be all the way. It's such a tight fit  - it's almost as though I can feel it in my throat. Jake is large, but somehow I don't imagine this would feel any less intense if he were smaller. I hear Jake groan and withdraw before pushing in again.

"You feel so good baby..." He says as he starts to move inside me. When his hand comes around to find my still wet other opening everything seems to soften under him again, needy and willing.

He slides his finger inside me as he continues to move in and out of my behind. I've never felt so full and I can feel him everywhere - my hips, my stomach, my back and my thighs. With his free hand, he grabs my hip and changes pace so that he's thrusting in slow circular movements.

The music seems to get louder then, a deep dark seductive beat floating into the room and settling all around us. When he asks me again how it feels I only nod, my eyes closed to focus on every movement of our bodies - the sound of our skin hitting against each other, my breathing, his groans, my moans, the slow stretch of my body. Yes. It feels good. Strange but good. Having him take me like this feels very good. "I'm not going to last long..." He says as he falls onto my body once more.

Peppering the skin of my back with kisses, he moves his mouth to my ear and tells me how good I feel. How perfect I am. How much he loves me. How I belong to him and only him. Then his hand grips the base of my neck and he begins to fuck me harder.

"I'm going to come... fuck... Alex." He says, his fingers digging deeper into my soft wet heat, stroking me, fucking me both places at once. When it feels like he's meeting in the middle inside of me the feeling is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I moan loudly and push myself back, against him to feel him deeper - though I'm not entirely sure it's possible.

Just as my own pleasure is building again I hear him swear and thrust once more, before his whole body stills and I feel his hot delicious climax flood into me, warm and welcome.

He lies on top of me, panting roughly against my ear and still firmly inside my body.  I sigh dreamily and he shifts his weight off me. Smoothing my hair back, he kisses me on the soft tender spot at the back of my neck, before moving to stand and withdraw from my body.

As he does, his semen seeps out of me, trickling down the inside of my cheeks and onto my thigh. I just let him come inside me, again.  I wonder what other lessons did I completely ignore while at medical school?

I stand up from the desk and with my back still to him he zips up my dress and pulls it down over my bum and thighs. Then I turn to face him.

Holy christ.

Carnal, lust-filled eyes drink me in. I don't think I've ever seen him look as satisfied after sex before. Does anal really feel that good for guys?  I'd read about it, the reasons why they liked it and fantasised about it.  I even understood them. I'd just obviously never seen it in practice before. It wasn't totally unpleasant for me, but I enjoy being face to face with him as he makes love to me. I enjoy kissing him as he makes love to me.

When he's finished buckling his belt, he brings his hand up to hold my jaw and steps forward and kisses me tenderly.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

I nod and lean in to kiss him again. "I'm very okay."

"I wasn't too rough with you?"

I smile. "I like when you're rough with me."

"Yeah, I've noticed that," He smirks. "Do you have any idea how amazing you felt? I can't believe you let me do that..."

"Well... I belong to you remember, you can do whatever you want with me," I bite my lip seductively.

He tilts my chin upwards. "I'd be very fucking careful with that sort of promise baby.  You don't even want to know some of the things I want to do to you. And I don't know if you'd like them all." he winks.

I think about that a moment. I'm pretty sure he's wrong. After tonight I'm pretty sure I'd like anything Jake did to me. Except nipple clamps. If that was one of the things he wanted to do then I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like that. Rob told me about her foray into BDSM once and the part she said she'd never do again was the nipple clamps. Jake and BDSM though...

"And are all of these things sexual?" I ask. His response is to raise an eyebrow as though to ask, 'is big ben a clock'. I nod and smile before reaching up to smooth down his hair, which has gotten a little ruffled during the throes. I only do the sides though because I like Jake's hair ruffled. The 'just-fucked' look on Jakes' hair is pretty much perfection.

I bite my lip thoughtfully and look up into his eyes. "So... do you still want to talk?"

A shadow passes over his face but it's gone almost instantly. He steps into me and wraps his arms around my body and touches his nose to mine.

"How about we don't talk about those six weeks again?" he frowns. "What happened, who we were, what we did. It's done."

"Sounds good to me," I nod.

"But if I ever see that cunt with my own eyes, I'll choke the fucking life out of him." His eyes are dark but there's a fraction of light in his voice.

You know, I could say the same about your bond villain..." I retort, reaching up to fiddle with his shirt collar.

"definitely reckon you could take her.  You know, you're fucking hot when you're jealous. Jealous angry Alex is a fucking turn on." When I lift my eyes to his I find him smirking. "Just full of fucking surprises aren't you Doctor?" He squeezes my bum softly.

"Maybe," I bite the smirk back. "But I wasn't jealous."

"Course you weren't, far too classy for that."

"Ahh, well finally, something accurate at last."

"Nah, I was being accurate about choking the French prick too, trust me." He warns.

"Well, fortunately for him," I sigh "I don't think he'll be calling again."

"So he's not a complete fucking idiot then."

"So then... we're okay? You and me?"

He sighs, deeper this time, and pulls me tighter to his chest, his eyes dropping to my mouth as his hand moves over my tender behind. "We're perfect. You're perfect." He whispers, touching his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and I melt into the heat of his mouth.

When Jake pulls back I get a shock to see Kevin is standing by the door to the kitchen of Jakes office, that ever present smirk on his face. What is it about him that makes my blood run cold? Jake catches me staring and frowns. turning around.

"Sorry mate - I knocked but you didn't hear me," he explains with a shrug. "Katya's gone. Showed her around like you asked - she seemed impressed. Well, least I think she did, hard to tell with her you know."

Jake makes a gesture that I can't quite make out from my position behind him, but which causes Kevin to nod.

"I'm gonna call it a night Kev," He turns back to me. "Did you drive here?" he asks. I nod and he turns back to Kevin. "I need you to drive Alex's car back to her house."

Kevin nods but I step in front of Jake with my hands up.

"What? Jake, I'm fine to drive." I protest.

He frowns at me. "Alex, you just knocked back two mouthfuls of Jack - I'm not taking any chances, yeah," He shakes his head dismissively.

"Yeah, surprised you can still stand Doctor," Kevin snorts.

I ignore him and stare Jake down.

"Jake really I'm fine. It was two sips. I can drive us."

"Okay and if you get pulled over, then what? Phone a friend?" he says pointedly. "I'm not arguing about it with you Alex - you aren't driving. Give Kevin your car keys." He says with finality and pulls his phone out and starts dialling.

With a sigh, I cross the office and dig my car keys out of my bag and go hand them to the creep. I guess it makes sense for him to drive my car back to my house for me - I'll need it tomorrow. But I still don't like the idea of him driving my car.

As he takes the keys he purposefully grazes my hand, looking me over from head to toe before giving me another of his smirks. Then something comes into his eyes that makes my skin crawl, so I move away from it back to where Jake is finishing his call.

"We're getting picked up in ten," he tells me. "Kev you'll drive back with Joe."

Kevin nods and turns back to me. "Where'd you leave it?" He asks.

"Two streets over, next to the film school," I say and he nods, immediately moving away towards the door. "It's a sky blue mini, 64 plate," I add.

"Yeah, I know," he says, disappearing from the office. It makes another skitter run up my spine. How does Kevin know what kind of car I drive? Jake must have mentioned it. Why would Jake be telling him things about me? I glance at Jake but he's on another call now, Apologising to someone for having to leave early.

Ten minutes later I'm in the same car that took me home from Jakes club the last time I was here. Except that this time Jake is next to me. After hugging the driver warmly, whom he introduces to me this time as Joe, Jake opens the back door for me to get in first before sliding into the leather backseat next to me and taking my hand in his. I slide across the seat towards him and lay my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.

With a warm arm around me, he kisses the top of my head and whispers very quietly that he loves me. Too relaxed and sleepy to respond, I just smile contentedly and let myself drift off against the heat of his body as Jake begins to talk in quiet tones to Joe the driver about how busy the streets are and what improvements they could make to sort it.

When I feel Jake nudge me awake, I peel back my eyelids to see that I've slept the entire way, and we're now parked at the bottom of my driveway. Jake gets out first and helps me step out of the car, and half dazed and half asleep the first sight I'm confronted with is the sight of Kevin. Leaning back against the gates of my driveway, he steps forward and hands me the keys to my mini.

"Thanks," I say grudgingly, eliciting a nod from him before he moves to get in the passenger seat of the sleek silver car.

Leaving the three of them to whatever, I start up the driveway to the house. Kevin has skillfully reversed my car up the driveway, so that the front is facing down, showing that despite being the biggest creep I've ever had the misfortune to meet, his skill at reversing into perilously small spaces is at least as good as Jakes.

Leaving the door open for Jake, I immediately go to the kitchen to put food out for Fred. I'm too tired for my nightly tea, I just really need to sleep. My body feels achy and tender and used. I've never minded those kinds of aches, though. Those Jake-inflicted aches that echo over my body reminding me of his power over it.

He's still outside when I come back through so I make my way upstairs without him, turning all the lights off downstairs but leaving the upstairs light on for him so he knows to come straight up. When I've brushed my teeth and I'm coming back through to the bedroom he appears.  He's leaning casually on the door frame watching me pull my vest top over my head.

"Did you lock the front door?" I ask him.

"I did." He nods.

As I'm pulling my vest down over my body I realise my arm is in the wrong whole. Then, as I'm trying to pull it off again I get stuck completely. I sigh impatiently and finally I hear him move from his spot by the door.

"Here, let me help you."

He pulls the top above my head and holds it so that I can feed my arms back through properly this time. As he pulls it down over my head his eyes meet mine again and something passes between us, something silent and unspoken.

Something that says tonight has changed something. Something that says we were closer than we've ever been. Tonight I gave myself to him in a way that showed him that I trust and love him like I've never trusted and loved anyone before.  He knows it too.

"Move in with me," I blurt.

The words fall out of my mouth. I hadn't been thinking it. Not really. I'd been thinking of a million other things so it must have been amongst those things I suppose.

I watch his expression anxiously as he stares back at me, wordless, faint surprise etched across his eyes. When he moves it isn't to flinch or recoil in horror, it's to finish smoothing down my vest top. Then he brushes my hair back over my shoulder and runs his fingers down the column of my neck. His touch here makes me tremble.

"A week ago you gave me your key and said it wasn't you asking me to move in with you. What changed?" he asks.

"You bent me over your desk and fucked me anally. That changed my perspective on a couple of things."

He smirks. "And this was one of them? Now you want me here all the time?" he looks doubtful, a playful warning in his eyes.

In truth, it's because the last week of him being here has been bliss. Waking up with him, coming home to him. Pure and utter contentment. "Yes, I do," I nod.

He pulls me closer. "Would I need to buy a pair of wellingtons?"

"And a waterproof Jacket."

"I'd be a fucking country bumpkin." He sounds mildly disgusted.

"You'd be the most sexually deviant country bumpkin ever to have worn a pair of wellingtons," I say confidently.

"Wait, you don't wear wellingtons?"

I giggle at his intent. "Okay, you'd be the hottest country bumpkin ever to have worn wellingtons,"

"Nah, still you baby."

I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss him. "Say yes..." I whisper against his mouth, hooking my arms around his neck. "I love you. I love having you here. I want you here all the time. Say yes please."

The smile stays on his face for a few long hopeful moments before a serious expression moves over his eyes and mouth to replace it. "I need a room for Caleb Alex. You know he stays every other weekend, through the week sometimes too. I don't know how this fits into your life, or his."

I pull back and nod slowly. Im an idiot, I haven't even met Caleb. How would that even work? It wouldn't work.

He tilts my head up to meet his eyes. "I'd say yes if it was just about me. You know that don't you?"

"I know." I do know.

"So then tomorrow you'll meet him and we can see how it goes." He says.

"We'll see how it goes," I repeat already feeling the nerves kindle in the pit of my stomach. How can I be afraid of a child? But then I rub my hand across my stomach and think that being scared of a child isn't quite as ridiculous as all that. Him moving in with me is complicated because of Caleb, his son who hasn't even met me yet, what on earth is my having his child going to do to that delicate balance of complexity?

"Now let's go to bed. I've missed this fucking bed." He says and moves away from me to shrug out of his jacket. I walk to my side of the bed and climb under the covers, watching him as he unbuckles and strips out of his clothes and folds them neatly on the chair by the window.

As he disappears into the bathroom and I hear the sound of him brush his teeth I think about his son. Vicky's son. And then I wish with everything that I have that he takes after his father and not his mother - his mother who despises me.

As he exits the bathroom and comes toward me my attention diverts back to him, as it always does; his strong, lean powerful tattooed body makes my head mush.   As he slides out of his boxers a small moan escapes from the back of my throat. He really is jaw dropping. I could stare at him forever. The image of what he did to me in his office comes bursting into my brain and I feel a deep warm clench between my thighs.

Seemingly oblivious to the direction of my thoughts, he stands by the bed and removes his expensive silver watch, placing it carefully on the bedside. Then he pulls back the covers and climbs in next to me. He pulls me close and runs his hand up and over my stomach, slipping it inside my shorts - it makes my body tense. When will he notice? How much longer do I have? A few weeks max I decide. Things will be easier then. Clearer.

"Why the fuck did I help you into these?" He huffs, pulling at my vest top now.

"Ummmm because you sleeping naked is what is important here?" I suggest, moving my hand between his legs to stroke at his hardening length. He shakes his head and moves across the bed, pinning me into the mattress with his body.  He growls playfully and tries to lift up my top, nipping at the tender skin of my neck with his teeth.

When he scratches his beard over me it tickles me and I giggle, jerking up off the bed which only makes him bury his head deeper into the crook of my shoulder. I squeal with laughter underneath him, twisting breathlessly away from his mouth which nips and tickles and bites at me.

"Stop it Jake please!! I've told you how ticklish that is! Please!" I beg, attempting to push off his weight but to no avail. When he finally stops the torture, he pulls his head up and stares down at me, love evident in the deep green of his eyes.

"I missed hearing you laugh," He says. "You have a beautiful laugh, you know that?"

My breath flutters and I have to swallow to make sure I can breath properly. "I didn't know that," I reply, reaching up to stroke my hands across the dark shapes of the tattoos over his shoulders. "But I'm learning so much about myself since I met you..." I smile naughtily, thinking how what he did earlier and my enjoyment of it is definitely something new I'd learned.

He shakes his head. "You're fucking filthy Alexandra Marlowe."

"That might be vaguely accurate. Mmmm... you know," I tilt my hips up into him suggestively, "I think I like when you say my full name like that."

"Alexandra..." he growls, licking his lips. Then with one hand he captures my hands and pins them above my head and gives me a slight frown. "Well Alexandra, don't you ever fucking say you being naked isn't important ever again yeah?" He warns, before he begins yanking my shorts down and off my body.