Chapter 71 Seventy One


    “Mine or yours?” Jacob asked when a whileter, he led Isabelle by the hand towards the bedrooms.


    Isabelle looked between the two doors. Was she really doing this? Sparks flew up her arm from where


    he caressed her wrist with his thumb. Yes, she was.


    “Yours,” she replied. She had never been in his room before. She wanted to lie in his bed and surround


    herself with his scent.


    “As you wish,” he said, reaching for his door and pushing it open. He caught her by surprise seconds


    feet.


    “What are you doing?” she asked, even as she wrapped her arms around his neck securely.


    “Carrying you over the threshold,” he told her, stepping into the room and then kicking the door shut.


    “This is the first time you areing into my room. It’s momentous.”


    She smiled like a fool as she looked up at him, a strange warmth spreading over her insides. He was


    really a handsome man. She must have thought that a hundred times already, but looking at him from


    so closely made her want to sigh.


    It also made her want to touch his face, and she unhooked one hand from around his neck and traced


    her fingertips over his cheeks and jaw.


    He stopped when he got to the side of the bed and looked down at her, a soft smile ying on his lips.


    “You’re beautiful,” he said all of a sudden. “Have I ever told you that?”


    She blushed fiercely and dropped her hand from his face. “I…I’m sure you have.” She honestly couldn’t


    remember. How was she expected to engage her brain when he was looking at her like she was the


    centre of the world?


    “You are,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful wife in the world. I’m the luckiest man alive.”


    He sounded sincere, but she decided to not take it to heart. He was a seasoned yboy–or so she had


    heard–so he probably said those kinds of things to women all the time. Besides, she was just his fake


    wife. But, knowing both things didn’t keep a rush of dopamine from flooding her system.


    “I’m just your pretend wife,” she reminded him in a small voice.


    His smooth brow creased for a second. “We’ll deal with that soon,” he said, and then lowered her to the


    bed.


    Deal with that soon? What did he mean?


    The part of her brain that was always in a hurry to remind her that she was just a recement for her


    adoptive sister attempted to grab her attention, but she stomped it down.


    She wanted this. For just one night. At least here, their attraction to each other was mutual and true.


    She wasn’t lying to herself or to him about this one thing.


    “What are you thinking about?” Jacob asked, looking at her as he uncuffed his sleeves and then


    reached up to unbutton his shirt.


    Isabelle fought the urge to look away. She had alreadye this far. It was toote to let her shyness


    take over. “Nothing,” she said.


    He arched an eyebrow. “Really? Not even about all the things you want to do to me?”


    She shook her head quickly. Those thoughts were not to be shared.


    Jacob chuckled as he worked his way down his row of buttons. “You’re so cute.”


    Cute? He thought she was cute? Was that a good thing? She wanted to be sexy to him. She pursed


    her lips at her thought. As if. She would have to try harder to achieve that. Her throat went dry as he


    finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it back on his arms, revealing his torso and arms.


    She licked her lips unconsciously and her core clenched as she watched him. She wanted to touch


    every inch of that skin, feel the taut muscles beneath her fingers, lick him all over with her tongue–


    She tore her eyes away from him. What was she thinking? She had never had such detailed thoughts


    about a man before.


    The farthest she had gone with her former boyfriends was a kiss and the asional grope, and she


    was always good at keeping them in line. No matter how much they tried to tempt her, she never gave


    in. Maybe that was because she never had these kinds of thoughts towards them. If she had, it


    wouldn’t have been so easy to keep from sleeping with them.


    She couldn’t understand why it was so easy for Jacob to make her want to do those things. Maybe it


    was because he was the most attractive man she had ever been involved with. And he was definitely


    sexy.


    Way too sexy. He probably received a lot of attention from women wherever he went.


    The thought of women trying to get his attention grated on her nerves. She looked down at the ring he


    had given her. Why was she the only one wearing a wedding ring? She also wanted other women to


    know he was taken. Pretend husband or not, if he could warn off other men from her, she could also do


    the same for him.


    “Okay, now you are going to tell me what you are thinking about,” his voice drew her back to him.


    She pulled out of her thoughts and faced him as he got onto the bed and sat down next to her. His


    shoulder brushed against her side as he looked down at her inquisitively.


    She inhaled deeply and said, “I want you to wear a ring too.”


    He blinked. “What?”


    “You should wear a ring. I’ll buy you one.”


    He blinked again, and then stared at her as if he was seeing an alien. “You want to buy me a ring?”


    Well, she wanted other women to stay away, but yeah, you could say that. She nodded.


    “Why?” he asked.


    It was her turn to blink. She lifted her hand to show him her ring. “Well, I’m wearing one.” She would die


    before she confessed it was because she was jealous at the thought of other women pursuing him.


    “Are you afraid that some woman will snatch me?” he asked, wiggling his brow.


    “No!” she denied promptly. Was he a mind reader?


    He chuckled and then took hold of her hand in his. “Don’t worry,” he said, and then drew her hand to


    his chest. She could feel his thudding heart through his skin. “This is all for you.”


    This? What did he mean? He was pressing her hand to his heart.


    He grinned. “And this.”


    To his abs, now.


    “And–”


    She snatched her hand from his grip when he drew it towards his crotch. He could be so shameless


    sometimes!


    Before she could recover, he pressed a hand to her shoulder and pushed her back onto the bed. He


    covered her body with hers, keeping his weight off her as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the


    side of her neck. She threw her head back to give him more space.


    He licked, sucked, and nipped his way up her neck, to her jaw, to her cheek. Her hand dug into his hair,


    holding him close while enjoying the softness of his strands.


    When he finally got to her lips, he brought one hand between them and started unbuttoning her blouse.


    By the time she felt the fabric fall away from her chest, his kisses had driven her breathless.


    She moaned in disapproval when he pulled away, but quickly realised he wasn’t going anywhere. He


    got up on his knees, with her thighs trapped between them, and pulled her to a sitting position.


    He pushed her blouse down her arms, getting rid of it entirely. He threw it to a corner of the bed, and


    then reached behind her. A secondter, her bra went loose, and she pressed her palms to her chest


    quickly.


    “Shy?” he asked, tugging on her hand.


    “No,” she said, even as her hands held on tightly to her bra.


    “Let’s fix that,” he said, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss again. His tongue teased her lips apart,


    and when she gave way, he plunged inside her mouth, stroking against her tongue.


    She didn’t realise when her hands fell from their protective position and hooked onto his sides. But he


    sure did, because as soon as she let go of her chest, his hand took over, lowering her bra and cupping


    one breast.


    She moaned into his mouth, enjoying the feelings he was eliciting in her too much to stop him. He


    gradually worked the bra down both her arms, and before she knew it, they were both shirtless.


    Mission aplished, he drew back and gazed down at her chest, where he was fondling her breast.


    “You’re so beautiful. Let me kiss you.”


    “Yes,” she replied, half out of breath. She would never tire of having his mouth on hers.


    He urged her to lie back down. When she did, instead of seeking her lips, his head bent to her chest.


    And then he wrapped his wet mouth around her are.


    Her back arched off the mattress, and her hand shot back into his hair. “Jacob!”


    He hummed against her breast, the simple action sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Oh


    God, what was he doing to her?


    While his mouth ravished one breast, his hand teased the other one, twisting her nipple between finger


    and thumb. Her mortification waned soon enough as she switched to pushing her chest into his mouth


    and hand.


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    Further below, her excitement grew, her core throbbing with arousal. But it was oh so neglected, and


    her skirt wasn’t helping matters.


    Her hand fumbled with her zip, which was on her hip. She struggled with it for a while before he caught


    on and pulled back, helping her. Within seconds, she wasying before him, a pair of underwear the


    only thing hiding her from him.


    Before she could get self-conscious, he reached for his trouser’s fly and released the button. She


    licked her lips as he got rid of his trousers, her eyes widening as the bulge in his boxers was revealed.


    He was… Huge.