Special Present - Jacob x Reader Lemon [ Work can wait ]

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Do you know how hard it is trying to get work done in a moving train car? It's pretty difficult when things go rolling off the table or if there is a bump big enough to screw up your handwriting and letting ink bleed through the papers. And then having to start all over again without trying to rip your hair from your head. But oh it gets worse. Try doing work when you have a very, very moody Jacob Frye trying to get his much needed attention. By tugging on my coat sleeve every second, poking my cheek or asking "Are you done yet?" again and again.

And after the 20th time, I had to give the boy something or else I wouldn't get anything done. "Jacob, please just....what do you want?" I heaved a sigh, the pouting man beside me cocked his head to the side before letting a sly grin cross his face. "Just a little attention...you're always busy with those dumb papers I rarely get to just sit and snuggle with you"

"You and me both know, your version of snuggling is very different from my own" I muttered, knowing Jacob has been more then moody. He's been....restless. Me and him, we usually...relax a few times to just get off the tension or maybe for some romantic reasons. This month though...I've been keeping him at bay mostly because I need to get my work done. I might be the only link to a group of Templars in London hiding away but in order to keep that link strong I need to do my work. And Jacob Frye was having none of that. "Oh come on. Just a little bit? I'll be good while you finish your work" He said, a little bit of a whine coming to his voice. I didn't even get to finish before he scooted my chair out far enough to slide in front, wrapping his arms around my waist while he kneeled in front of me between my legs.

"Jacob! I can't- This isn't..." I felt the frustration before the rush of heat to my cheeks as he decided to bury his face into my stomach, a coy smile spreading across his lips. "Fine. Whatever. Just...don't try anything" I grumbled, hearing a faint No promises love. Of course no promises, what did I expect? With a heavy sigh, I tried to work with what I got. A very determined Jacob who was set on not moving his body but to only scoot us closer to the desk. I had to lean over his big fat head in order to write, the rocking of the train and having to strain over the man in front of me made this oh...

10 times harder then it needs to be

After scribbling out a very rough looking sentence, I felt like I couldn't take it much longer. I would love to cuddle with Jacob I would but this was important. I would love to let Jacob stay where he was, all relaxed and a faint smile on his lips. I would love to run my fingers through his hair and kiss him right on the lips but...work comes before any of this for now. Not to mention Evie was expecting something this evening and the Templars were sticklers on clean, readable handwriting. So Jacob was going to have to move his big, fat as-

Oh!

My body jolted at the feeling of lips pressing against skin, the sudden realization that my shirt was unbuttoned and the sneaky bastard had somehow pushed past my coat and to my shirt. He had unbuttoned the blouse to where he had a nice clear area of stomach and skin to look at, his lips kissing just below my breasts, his eyes lingering up to mine with a smile tugging on his lips. Bastard. I thought, swallowing the lump in my throat before I gave rather nervous and high pitched chuckle. "Ha ha yes I see, you got my shirt unbuttoned like a naughty little shithead now come on I neeeeeeeeeeedddd" The word dragged out when he nibbled on a patch of skin, not letting me finish my own sentence. His body shifted, he scooted the chair back so he could sit up better. His hands pushed whatever clothes were in his way and his light kissing turned into long suckles and light biting.

My heart was tumbling and flipping around like a acrobat, my fingers letting the pen in my hand slide to the floor and instead grip the chair with a iron like grip. "I know what you need" Jacob purred against my skin, his nose nudging against the blouse that was hiding my breasts from his eager mouth. "I think you need me....."

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