Bugheads Baby

Addicted to me

An excerpt from my novel, "The Billionaire Series." Just a little promotional chapter. Please read. 

"Well, first of all, I am punching above my weight with you, not settling. Second, it's because I don't want her, I want you. There is the kind of love intoxication that shuts the soul down and the kind that wakes it up. With Ava, I was in a soul-coffin, as shut down as a person can be and still breathe. With you, the intoxication brings every fibre of my soul to a state of aliveness I never knew was possible." He says in a hushed mellow tone. I bring my lips up to his and softly touch his.

A kiss of appreciation rather than desire. Separating only a millimetre apart, I say, "Jacob..."

"Yes?" he acknowledged glancing down at my cleavage.

"I'm a very jealous person. I can be irrational with it." I lifted his gaze to meet mine. "You might want to think about that, and whether or not you want to deal with someone who has self-esteem issues as I do. It was one of my sticking points when you first propositioned me, knowing it was going to drive me nuts having women salivating all over you and not having the right to say anything about it."

"You have the right now."

"You're not taking me seriously." I shook my head and bit his earlobe.

"I've never been as serious about anything in my life. You're not the only one who can get possessive. I'm very proprietary about what's mine."

I didn't doubt that for a minute.

"What. So I belong to you now?"

"Yes." He says with finality. "Just like I belong to you."

"You still on you're period?" I nod my head, and he says, "No problem. There are so many other things I can do to you."

My brows rose. "Is that right?"

"Oh yeah."

I giggled and he leaned forwards to kiss me. My subtle lips moulded around mine and complied to my will. His kisses were deep and ravenous. I was swept away by his passion and the beloved feel of his complete and utter surrender to my mouth. He smelled so good. His skin was so warm. "I missed you," I moaned, wrapping my arms and legs around him. "Even though you're seriously irritating sometimes."

Jacob growled. "You're the most exasperating, infuriating woman I've ever met."

"Yeah, well, you pissed me off. I'm not a possession. You can't just- "

"Yes, you are." He nipped my earlobe with his teeth, causing a sharp sting that made me cry out. "And yes, I can."

He used his knees to open the gab in between my legs, and he rocked against me, rubbing the thick ridge of his erection against my sex. His hands push into my hair to grip my scalp and hold me in place. Rolling his hips, he massaged my hypersensitive clit. The sensation alone could send me into orgasm, but I craved the skin to skin contact. His sweats provided a teasing penetration from his cock, simmering my ever-increasing lust for him, and arousal spiked my blood. The clothes between us and the lack of penetration made me even more aware of the elegant fluidity of his body. The man knew how to fuck. Just by rubbing, I can feel an orgasm brewing. He cupped my breasts, restraining me. I tugged on his bottom lip, then coaxed him to forget our problems with teasing strokes of my tongue along with his. I came to him like a hurricane, everything that once held me in place ripped away. I was raw, innocent and he is adventurous, unpredictable. The affection he showed was a new thing to me, though I'd seen him give it to others I'd never expected to be one of the many. I'd been aware of my desire for him since we were young, but in those precious moments, in those times he picked me up and set me back on my feet, it magnified. Yet I fear that love burns too hot, consumes me, and so I must quiet the flames, bring them to a warmth that can be sustained. Because I can't love something that I ultimately know is unlovable and doesn't wish to be loved. The fuel of new romance should only be affection, caring, appreciation - never the fear of being in love. So had some point he has to cut me loose, let me grow strong, let me lose that fear. Then things will go back to normal. And they'll suck for a while, but ultimately I'll know it was for the best.

I quickly darted my eyes which told me that it was nearly 2:00 pm and I had to go to 'work' today. Which meant so did Jacob. "Baby-" I try to say in between kisses, "we...have...to go." He just smiled against my mouth and pursued me harder, until I finally leant back slightly. "Baby. I have to into work. You're signing the final paperwork today, and if I don't show up I can't write my report, and then I don't get my credits."

"Fine," he groaned. He walked us to the guest room where all my clothes are. I eventually chose a mermaid style knee-length black skirt and a loose white long sleeve shirt, all paired together with black heels, and I laid it all out on the bed. I looked over to Jacob who sat comfortably at the head of the bed. "Ahh, I have to get changed?" I laughed.

"Don't let me stop you," he said with an inscrutable look on his face.

"No," I replied embarrassed, "get out."

"Why. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

"Yeah, well...I don't care, I need to get changed, and I don't want you to watch."

"I'll cover my eyes then."

"No," I laugh, "Get out."