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myself for him.
    He had a different request now. "On your hands and knees. Ass towards me."
    I obeyed his command, bursting with excitement. His hand rounded the curve of my bottom and I braced myself to be spanked, but the strike didn't come. His other hand gripped my other hip and he teased me with his cock. He drew it up and down my slit, letting me feel just how close he was. Reminding me that he was the gatekeeper of my ecstasy.
    And then he took me.
    His first stroke was swift, filling me up. Stretching me around the thick bulge of him. He drew out of me, then punched back inside. Feeling me. Completing me. Tearing all the air from my lungs.
    I spread wider, giving him all of me. I rocked back to meet his thrusts. He gripped my hips as he took us closer to bliss. Every part of me felt alive, breathing it in, consumed by the ecstasy that only Jacob could give me.
    I reached the edge, my climax dangerously close to rebellion. Control was quickly becoming impossible. I couldn't hold it back much longer.
    "Jacob," I moaned. Begged. "Please let me come."
    "Come for me baby," he said huskily. "I want to feel you. Only you."
    I let go and my whole world was this feeling. I was free falling into my climax, letting it consume me as my body squeezed him. He went rigid, then I felt the warmth of him flowing inside me. I was finally whole again.
    Still catching my breath, I dropped to the chaise. I felt so open. So exposed to him that I took it a step further. After all, I could always blame the question on post-sex delirium.
    "I overheard your conversation with your mom the other day." I picked at my nails, trying to act nonchalant. "Is everything alright?"
    He didn't answer for a long, painful moment. I pulled my attention from pretending that it wasn't a big deal, ready to face him and be held accountable for kinda sorta snooping. I didn't even care, I just wanted to get it all out in the open.
    But his back was to me, the muscular expanse tight and unyielding.
    "Jacob? If there's something going on-"
    He turned to me, his face stony and unreadable. "There's nothing going on," he said gruffly, buttoning his shirt. His pants were next. When he faced me, I realized we really were doing some sort of history lesson. All the greatest hits: the trench coat, the chaise, and the impenetrable wall Jacob used to keep up to keep me out.
    His blue eyes were like ice as he yanked and tugged his slender black tie into place. When he spoke I honestly expected him to tell me that it was none of my business. Chew me out for sneaking around and keeping this to myself for days. Instead, he ticked the box that read 'none of the above'.
    "Everything's alright, Lay." He turned back to his desk with a sigh. "I’m sure you just overheard my mother being her usual self and me calling her on it.” He shrugged, his way of closing the book on the subject. “I really need to put a dent in this." He glanced at me over his shoulder with a half smile that I almost bought. "That was incredible."
    All the books and blogs about marriage and being a supportive partner said I should give him space. Let him open up to me when he was ready. But slipping that coat back on, a coat that was supposed to represent how far we'd come, just magnified the fact that even after a year of marriage, we couldn't talk to each other.
    I smiled too, my heart heavy. My head filled with questions. I didn't ask any of them.
    "I'll see you at home." I paused at the door, a knot in my throat. "I love you."
    "Love you too," he said smoothly, already lost in his work again.
    I held onto those three words as I climbed back into the cab, pointed home.
    He loves me.
    There was nothing going on.
    Only one of those statements rang true. The other sat in the pit of my stomach like a stone.

SIX
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    T his was a measure of last resort.
    After Jacob walked around like everything was normal, when the truth flashed angrily in his eyes before he rebuffed my questions, I was left with one single,