“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Protect me from what? I don’t need protection from anyone but you.” I pushed him away from me. “I want you to leave. Now.”

“You don’t want me to leave.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you still not trust me, Bianca? After everything? After I let you go?”

“Why did you let me go? After all that? Why?” I implored him. “I just want to understand.” My entire body was tense as I waited for a response. Calm down, Bianca, I lectured myself inwardly. Be cool, sexy, intriguing. Don’t be that girl. I can’t be that girl, if I want my plan to work.

“I promise I will tell you everything soon.” He walked toward the window and looked out. “You should close your curtains. Anyone can look in here.” He turned toward me, his brows furrowed. “You look very sexy. Did you dress up for David?”

“I dressed up for me.”

“Not a look I’m used to seeing on you.” He smiled. “I miss the messy hair and dirt-streaked face.”

“Whatever.”

“I miss watching you walking around in my shirt, your cute little ass playing hide-and-seek with me.” He took a step toward me. “I miss you sleeping curled up next to me, playing with my cock in your sleep.”

“Jakob.” I stared at him, mesmerized by the look in his eyes as he stopped in front of me. “No.” I said it softly, my hand touching his and then falling to the side.

“I miss the feel of your skin against mine.” His hand dropped to my leg and I felt his fingers running up the inside of my trembling thigh. He took another step toward me and kissed me lightly. “I miss every part of you, Bianca. Every single part of you.” He kissed me gently at first and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him back. Oh, how I’d missed the feel of his lips against mine. How I’d missed the gentle roughness of his fingers as he caressed my skin. Focus, Bianca, I commanded myself. Have some fun, but remember the ulterior motive and goal. You want him to think you’re putty in his hands. You want him to think the sex is so good that you just can’t resist him. You want him to think all he has to do is touch you and everything will be okay. That’s how you’ll get some power and information. A part of me felt dirty for playing the game, but the other part of me felt high on life. Why shouldn’t I be pleasured while I played him? Men did it to women all the time.

“Oh,” I moaned as his hands cupped my breasts through my dress.

“I need you,” he groaned, and I felt his fingers gently sliding my dress straps off my shoulders. I couldn’t resist him, I didn’t want to. My fingers found their way to his shirt and I unbuttoned it quickly, pulling it open so that I could touch his chest. He groaned as my fingers made contact with his skin and I stood still as he pulled my dress off. “So beautiful,” he muttered as he gazed at me in my bra and panties. I felt his fingers undoing my bra, and before I knew it, that too was on the ground. I closed my eyes as his fingers played with my nipples roughly, his hands cupping and caressing my breasts. Lowering his head, he took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, and a spasm of ecstasy ran through my body. All I could think about was the feelings of pleasure dancing around in the pit of my stomach as he took my hands and guided me to my bedroom. We said nothing as we stood next to the bed, just staring at each other. All of the fears I’d felt on the balcony were gone. All I could think about was that I was here with this man. This man that I craved so badly that I wanted to dismiss all of my doubts.

“Don’t think,” he whispered as he picked me up and placed me on the bed before jumping up himself. His fingers ran down my stomach lightly, teasing me as they inched toward my panties. My body anxiously awaited the moment that he would touch me there and reawaken the flower. He didn’t leave me waiting long. His fingers slipped inside my panties eagerly, rubbing my wetness as he sucked on my earlobe. My toes curled as my body shifted slightly to give him more access. He slipped my panties off quickly and my fingers found my way to his hardness within seconds of his leaning back onto the bed next to me. I moaned as my fingers moved up and down on his girth, teasing and taunting him. The tip of his cock was wet with anticipation and he grunted as my fingers gripped him firmly. He pushed me back down and lowered himself onto me, his eyes never leaving my face as he guided his hardness inside me. I cried out as he entered me slowly, allowing me to feel every inch of him as he filled me up. My walls closed in on him, welcoming him home, and his body shook as he increased his pace. He grabbed my hands and moved them up next to my head as he increased his pace, his cock entering me quickly and urgently. My breasts bounced against his chest as he entered me and the hairs on his chest tickled my nipples and teased them even more.

“Oh, Bianca,” he grunted as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he leaned down to kiss me, his tongue entering my mouth in rhythm with his cock. I sucked on his tongue as I felt my body quivering beneath him; my fingers scratched his back and played with his hair, and his smell drove me crazy. Pulling back slightly, he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders as he increased his pace even faster. I closed my eyes, unable to stop myself from screaming as my orgasm built up.

“Look at me,” he commanded as his fingers rubbed my clit roughly while he continued to enter me. “I want to see you when you come for me.”

“Jakob,” I moaned, feeling feverish. “Oh!” I screamed as I found myself coming hard. “Oh,” I cried out again as his finger continued to rub me.