Chapter 258


    I groan as he pulls back, sucking my bottom lip, moving in to kissing me passionately, his hand


    smoothing down my naked abdomen, meeting the apex of my thighs with a wee moan.


    His phone vibrates across the countertop beside me, making me jump and giggle as he pulls back


    slightly with a lusty expression to retrieve it. He curses under his breath and throws me a naughty half-


    smile.


    “Saved by the bell.” He growls, his voice low and sexy. He still has his hand between my legs cupping


    my warmth gently while he retrieves his phone and sticks it to his ear.


    “Jake Carrero, speaking.” He leans in and kisses me again slowly, that tongue dipping into mine


    mercilessly despite the phone almost poking me in the face.


    “Uhuh.” He props up his phone with one shoulder and returns to running his other hand over my


    exposed breast, leaning in to trace his tongue up my neck and send a thousand tingles through me. He


    obviously doesn’t care that he’s mid-conversation with someone.


    “Thursday?” He sighs, looking at me with a flicker of annoyance crossing his face, his hand between


    my thighs is extracted as he takes his phone and swaps ears, a look of agitation on his boyish face.


    ‘Business Carrero’ moving in to kill his libido, something must be wrong at work disappointment washes


    over me.


    “Fuck’s sake, Margo! Can’t they do a fricken thing without me standing over the top of them shouting


    fucking orders.” He lets me go fully, stalking toward the huge wall of french doors and res outside.


    His body rigid but divine as hell and tense as he pushes a hand to his waist, fisting it there in agitation;


    lookingpletely intimidating, like a diator about to embark on a war. I guess things with work


    aren’t rosy today, he has a fewrge developments he’s overseeing so his stress levels have been up


    and down.


    “One night … We kept the apartment … Yeah arrange to have my flight there Thursday and home


    Friday morning first thing. Jefferson is still in Manhattan, so he can pick me up at the airfield.” He


    almost barks the orders at her and for a moment I’m relieved that this is no longer our rtionship. As


    much as I loved working with him and love him in general, I don’t think I could tolerate the bossy ass he


    can be where work is rted ever again.


    “Sure, I’ll see you then … I will, Margo, thanks.” Jake hangs up and sighs in irritation, sliding his phone


    onto the counter beside me where I’m still perched with legs dangling freely, my robe pulled back


    together.


    “Problems?” I enquire gently, sliding my robe sash across and tying it in a knot. He frowns and walks


    over tugging it out of my hands so the robe gapes open, pulling the sashpletely free, tossing it


    over his shoulder onto the floor with a childish look on his face.


    Oh boy.


    “Same shitty headaches; a contracts oversight needs signing off and dys on the building we


    purchased for another sportsplex. I need to fly out for a night baby. I’m sorry to leave you here, but


    you still can’t fly, and this needs to be sorted quickly.” He leans in kissing me on the cheek tenderly,


    bringing his body firmly between my legs and that undeniable warmth of his. It feels like home.


    “It’s okay, I’ll be fine, your mother is next door and Mathews is here on guard duty. I can wander around


    daydreaming about color charts and throw cushions.” I wrinkle my nose at him, receiving his sexy smile


    as a reward, making my smile wider.


    “Get used to domestic bliss, bambino, there’s going to be a lot of that as soon as we get this ce


    Emma worthy.” He kisses me softly on the forehead.


    “Emma worthy?” I giggle at him and run a hand across his gorgeously rough jawline. “Don’t you care


    how our house turns out?”


    “If you two are in it then nope; happiest guy alive and easy to keep content.” His hands find my


    abdomen, his fingers running gently across my sensitive skin and round my hips slowly.


    “You’re impossible.” My skin tingles under his expert touch.


    “Sexy too.” He winks at me.


    “Hmmm, big headed with too much of an ego, more like.” I retort with a yful push on the hard


    expanse of taut chest before me.


    “I earned the ego because I know I’m sexy as hell baby and your sweet ass knows it.” He links his arms


    around my waist underneath the robe, tugging me forward, so we’re almost connected at the groin.


    Ah, so he’s back in Casanova mode and being his delightful cocky self again.


    “What will I ever do with you.” I gaze adoringly at his face, my arms sliding about his neck that feels so


    strong and very edible.


    “Go with it … Margo says hi by the way.” He mumbles as he finds his way back to my throat by tracing


    his tongue across my cor bone. It takes all my willpower not to let my head drop back and sag


    beneath Jake’s roaming hands, instant submission to his touch, like always.


    “Mm.” I close to my eyes to the sensation and it’s all I can say to respond, my inner self getting hot at


    his attention and tingles erupt within my entire body.


    His phone vibrates harshly, for the second time across the countertop, and I groan this time in irritation.


    “For the love of fucking God.” He lifts an irate face and grabs the phone looking at the screen before


    putting it to his ear; scowling at me as though somehow, it’s my fault. I mock scowl back and giggle


    when he tweaks my nose.


    “Hunter this better be fucking good I was in the middle of something.” He snaps down the phone, a


    devilish look and wolfish smile appear on his face as Hunter correctly pinpoints what kind of busy.


    “Yeah I was … Why aren’t you doing the same thing and leaving me alone?” Jake isn’t snapping


    anymore he just sounds boorish and tantrummy; both normal Carrero traits so I rx, knowing this is


    probably a social call.


    “Okay, mate, calm down and breathe.” Jake’s eyes soften and once again he lets me go. This time I’m


    quick to slide down for my sash and tie up my robe, I love being essible but being nakedly on show


    while he walks around the kitchen talking to Daniel isn’t really my idea offortable. The expression


    on his face is making me more concerned than horny right now, he no longer looks chilled; Jake sighs


    and eye rolls at me, making me break into a smile.


    Whatever it is can’t be that bad if Jake is implying that Daniel is a drama queen.


    “Look if you’re reacting like this then maybe you should hold off for now. Get your head around it first?”


    Jake pauses to listen then moves the phone away for a second.


    “Daniel wants to ask Le to move in with him when they get home but he’s having a panic attack in the


    bathroom of their hotel over it.” He lifts his eyebrows inplete deadpan seriousness, not even


    bothering to cover the mouthpiece when passing on the details.


    “Poor, Daniel.” I sympathize and watch Jake’s face intently.


    “It’s not a heart attack, it’s a panic attack, stop being a fucking girl.” Jake has his bossy unamused face


    on and his male ‘no sympathy no-nonsense tone’ced in his voice. I shake my head at him and walk


    forward, stealing the phone from his ear gently, sometimes bull in a china shopes to mind with


    Jake and his sensitivity toward Hunter’s romantic problems.


    “You’re unbelievably hostile for a guy who is usually all love hearts and roses with me.” I slide the


    phone to my ear with a raised brow and school mistress look.


    “Daniel, it’s Emma.” I at least sound friendly and I hope a lot more sympathetic to the poor guy’s current


    situation. Jake grabs my ass hard and breathes into my neck as he steals a kiss. I quell the urge to


    yelp.


    “Men don’t do ‘roses and hearts’ chats with each other, baby.” He moves off smoothly and I throw


    another indulgent look his way. He finally walks to the coffee machine and takes a sip of the coffee he


    left there.


    “Emma. I … can’t … fucking … breathe.” Daniel is panting and gasping. He sounds like he’s in serious


    distress. My heart immediately goes out to him. He sounds nothing like the yboy master of control


    he normally is.


    “You don’t need to do this right now you know? It’s early days and she won’t be expecting it, so stop


    pressuring yourself.” I suggest, hoping to at least get his breathing back to normal.


    “I … love … her.” He pants, and I cringe at his efforts to gain control of his breathless fear. I know what


    that crushing panic feels like. I’ve had many panic attacks in my past.


    “She loves you too, but it doesn’t mean you need to follow Jake’s example and push her at a hundred


    and fifty miles per hour.” I raise an eyebrow at Jake, and he narrows his eyes right back with a scowl.


    When I jokingly remark about the speed in which he maneuvered our rtionship it always ignites a


    bristling face from him; he hates being criticized, but it makes me giggle at him.


    “Hey!” He pouts at me and I blow him a kiss.


    “I … I … can’t … lose … her.” Daniel seems to get a little hold on himself for a moment. “I .. need .. her.


    She ... needs . me to show her … I’m serious about us. I can’t think of how… else to do it …” As though


    a little self-rity has distracted him from his crippling tight chest as he seems to regain some verbal


    control.


    “You can only do what feels right.” I soothe, wandering away from Jake toward the fridge, turning my


    back on him; my eternal hunger pushing my feet to scope out the munchies.


    “What if she says no?” He gasps, his breathing still shallow and his voice hoarse but he seems to be


    normalizing. He’s talking more freely now.


    “Then it means neither of you are ready and that’s all; it doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you to death or


    doesn’t want a future with you.” I can’t help but turn and look at Jake over my shoulder with a sarcastic


    smile, but he just frowns back at me, knowingly.


    “Yeah, yeah. Point made.” Jake shakes his head at me and jumps off the counter, back to the coffee


    machine


    to fiddle with the knobs, obviously unimpressed with the coffee it produced first time. I shake my head


    at him and sigh at his beautiful body.


    “Are you mooning over Jake right now?” Daniel asks rather pointedly, with a haughty tone, despite


    distracting Hunter to an almost even breath and I reply, guiltily.


    “No … Well, maybe.” I blush at being caught and Daniel lets out a long slow exhale.


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    “I want this, I’m just terrified.” He sounds so young and vulnerable. It reminds me of the lost looking boy


    who sat on our couch when Le broke up with him; the boy who is slowly bing a friend to me …


    of some sorts.


    Who ever thought that would happen?