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matching silk skirt and tank looked just as it had when she’d tried it on earlier at the department store. She couldn’t figure out what the problem was. It was maybe a bit more revealing than she felt comfortable with, but certainly nothing that should’ve shocked Jake. “What’s wrong with it?”
    He grunted at her. Actually grunted. “Jesus, Taylor. I told you not to wear anything sexy and you go and buy this!”
    She didn’t care for his tone. The outfit wasn’t that revealing, for crying out loud. “What’s wrong with this?”
    Jake sent her a pained look. “I don’t even know where to start.” His hand motioned toward to her chest, and he muttered, “The fabric’s so soft that I can clearly see the outline of your nipples.” His eyes dropped to the thin strip of flesh visible between the hem of her top and the waist of her full-length poet’s skirt. “And I can see your belly,” he added in a grumble. “And that damn skirt’s so sexy—I just want to toss it over your head and fuck you senseless while you’re still wearing it!”
    She couldn’t help it; she smiled.

    “You think this is funny?” he gritted through his teeth, reaching out for her hand and pressing it over  the enormous mass of his cock straining against the front of his pants. She sucked her breath in sharply,  but didn’t try to pull her hand away, curling her fingers around him instead. “I don’t know how funny  you’re going to find it when I have to walk through the restaurant with a fucking boner trying to bust  through my pants?”
    A startled laugh escaped her, but Jake only groaned in answer, pushing her hand away. Then he grabbed hold of it and dragged her along with him. He needed to get the hell away from her bed and quickly or he really was going to lose it. They’d already made it to the top of the stairs before she managed to stop laughing and say, “Jake, wait, I need my shoes.”
    He stopped, squeezed his eyes shut, and counted to ten. Without looking back at her, he mumbled,
    “You go back and grab ‘em and I’ll wait for you out front.”
    Her fingers slipped from his, and he asked, “Where’s your bags?”
    Here it was, do or die time. “I, ah, left them in the kitchen.”
    The breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding released in a burst of intense relief. He forced himself down the stairs, struggling to keep his body from turning around and following her right back into that room, locking the door, and keeping her in bed for the next sixty or so years, trapped beneath his body and his cock.
    Food first, man. Food, then the fucking, and then forever.

    Chapter 5

    “So, Jake Farrell, what have you done with your life?”
    He smiled and leaned back to get as comfortable as a man his size could get in such a small chair. The restaurant was perfect, their cozy private corner ideal for the conversation he had in mind. The ride over had been quick and quiet, thick with sexual tension, but the soothing ambience of Angelo’s was slowly helping Taylor to relax. And the table was small enough to have her easily within his reach.  Considering all that, Jake would’ve been happy sitting on a crate. “Where would you like me to start?”
    She took a small sip of wine to cover her nerves. Of course, it would’ve helped if her hand weren’t shaking so badly. “Start at the beginning, from the moment you left.”
    From the moment you left me.
    His jaw tightened, his eyes eating hers. “I didn’t want to go.” His tone was low, but forceful with the honesty of his words.
    She gave a small smile, unaware of the sadness—the loneliness that shone through. “But you did.

    Where to?”
    He studied her for a moment, and then he said, “You know my parents died when I was ten.” He didn’t wait for an answer, but just kept talking. “I lived here with my father’s brother, my Uncle Mark. I have another uncle, this one my mother’s little brother, who lives in upstate Washington. His