Part 22

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Jacob's p.o.v

The thoughts of y/n walking in my shirt this morning as she made me breakfast crept into my mind. I never thought I'd have someone beside me. I always thought I'd be alone forever because nobody liked me. But y/n loved me and I was beyond grateful for that. I loved this girl with all my heart. I don't know what I'd do with out her and it's been about 3 months. When she's away in her office while I'm in mine I missed her like crazy. I just wanted to go keep her company and not let her out of my sight, hold her in my arms and tell her how much I love her. Show her how much I love her, but she just won't let me. She tells me how I need to get back to work and how I need to focus on the meetings I have to be at which is true but I don't really care. Like right now I have to be working but I'm thinking about her. I'd rather be with her then be with old men discussing about money and property's and other bullshit. I was sitting in my office thinking about her when I noticed and felt my pants getting tighter. I was aching for her. "Fuck." I whispered as my door opened up and in came y/n. I quickly pushed myself into my desk more, trying to cover up this....mess. "Hi babe." I say, pushing some hair out of my face. "Hey, what are you doing?" She asks, coming around my desk. She pushes me away from my desk as she sits on it facing me. She's sitting right in front of me. I quickly try to cover up when I see her eyes trail down to where my hands were. "What do you got there?" She innocently asks. "N-nothing I was just working on some papers." I say stuttering. She leans further down showing off more of her cleavage. God damn that fucking dress too. I close my eyes for a second before taking a deep breath. "Move your hands away, baby." She says, sitting up straighter. I do as she tells me. She gasps, "Does daddy need some help with that?" She asks, biting her lip as she spreads her legs. She has no panties on. "Fuck yes." I groan, shooting up from my chair as I lift up the bottom half of her dress. "Daddy really needs you, doll."

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