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I took a spoonful of the pistachio and lemon. "This is delicious."

"Don't sound so surprised."

"I didn't expect it. I thought they might be good at best. I've never had decent pistachio, and I don't think I've ever tried ice cream with lemon flavor."

"So, you just tried them because I told you they're my favorites? Who are you, and what did you do with Jake?"










Chapter Twelve

Jake

Iput my ice creamdown, looking straight at Natalie. She was turned sideways to me. I was making a real effort not to look down at her breasts again, but my fantasy flared up anyway. I'd suck on her nipple until she cried out my name.

"Up until seventy-two hours ago, that answer would've been easy," I said. “Jake Whitley, CEO of New York Management Consulting. But right now, it’s a mystery even to me. I've done more stuff today that’s unlike me than in the past decade. And I can only trace it back to one reason."

"And what's that?"

"You, Natalie.”

"Jake," she whispered. She put her ice cream next to mine on the bench. Her body was shaking slightly. I took both of our cups, putting them behind me.

Then I touched the back of her head, bringing her closer before claiming her mouth. I drew her lower lip between mine at first. She trembled in my arms. I kissed her long and deep, like I’d been starved for her for years. She tasted so damn good—like the ice cream and her own sweetness.

I savored her, exploring her mouth at a lazy pace. I felt something tug at my shirt and realized it was her hand. I deepened the kiss, moving her off the bench and into my lap, changing the angle. I wanted her closer. Fuck it, I wanted her to straddle me.

This was insane. I pulled back as a deep groan tore through my chest.

"I'm losing control, Natalie," I warned her. Her breath was shaking. Her shoulders too. Her mouth was insanely sexy, swollen, the skin around it red from kissing. Her pupils had dilated.

"Jake," she murmured. Then she stood up, looking around, blinking rapidly. "Oh my God! We're... we're in public. And I was straddling you."

"No, you weren't," I said, smirking. "Trust me, I had a vivid image in my brain of you doing just that. You were simply sitting in my lap.”

“I completely forgot where we were.”

“Don't be hard on yourself. So did I."


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