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He licked suddenly dry lips. “Yes… very much.”

I placed my hands once more on his stomach, then climbed on top of him, this time facing his head. A swift fumble, and then
“Ooh.”
We both sighed in unison.

I felt him enter me, and it was like nothing had changed. And everything had. His hard shaft felt so good sliding deep into me. It filled me, generating instant tension between my legs. I began to grind up and down on top of him, and then,
dare I?
I looked at Victoria, and leaned down to kiss him. The kiss was slow and sensual, a matching rhythm to our hips. I don’t know how long we were locked like that, feeling each other so completely, but when I came back, Victoria had slid her hand between her own legs. “Fuck, you guys are so hot together! Look at me, I’m totally worked up again. We’ve
totally
got to make this a regular feature.”

She thought this was hot?
I locked eyes with Jacob, and a flash of understanding passed between us. My hips started to grind faster.
We’d show her hot like she’d never seen before.

I straightened, arching my back, then reached up to tweak my own nipples. They were hard, and sensitive, and responded to my touch even as the area between my thighs got wetter still. One hand left its aching nub to run through my hair. I shook my head like a wild animal, growling deep in my throat. Then I leant forward and set to work.

I began rocking faster and faster, feeling him deep within me, feeling my figure of eight movements throw his length against one wall after another inside, beating out a rhythm that soon had me gasping for breath. His eyes had gone wide. He grasped my hips.

I heard a moan to one side. Victoria had picked up the pace of her own hand, matching our rhythm, our pleasure. The sight of her pleasuring herself to the sight of us was so fantastic. So… hot. That familiar feeling began to spread between my thighs. Nerve endings began to fire. The flame that burned inside me, the flame Jacob had lit, began to grow brighter and brighter. It had been there since the first day I met him, I knew it now. He stoked it, built it. Only he could create the raging inferno, and he was doing that now with his hips, his hands, his body. He started to buck under me, feeling my pleasure, responding. I let out a sob. I was so close. My body was flammable, the heat we generated dangerous. I started to cry out even as he did the same, our bodies in perfect unison.

I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t…

His hands gripped me so tight they hurt, and I felt him swell within me. He had lost control
. I had made him lose control.
His hard member began to beat a rhythm inside me all of its own, and suddenly I was losing control with him. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy, allowing our pleasure to sweep through me in flashes that went on and on and on with every hot wave I felt him unleash inside.

Gradually I came to, and I pulled off him, suddenly aware again that there was another body in the room. Jacob was sprawled near unconscious on the bed before me.

Victoria had a look of wild disbelief in her eyes. “Holy… fuck!” she said, leaping toward me, a huge grin on her face. “That was wild! The chemistry between you too – I’ve never seen anything like it! I said it before, I’ll say it again - we have to make this a regular thing. We have to!”

I shook my head, slightly dazed. “I, um…”

She held up a hand. “I won’t take no for an answer.  We can meet every week… no, every second week, Jake and I should still play around with other couples after all. And you can teach me what you did to him. How you made him crazy like that.”

The fire had burnt out. I should feel happy, but instead, I sat up. I felt many things, but happiness wasn’t one. Satisfied, yes, as I always was after Jacob. And elated at the attention he had paid me.
But there was something else, too
.

I struggled to define it. And slowly, it dawned on me what it was.
Jealousy.
I had enjoyed the moment. The encounter had been hot. So it wasn’t that which I was jealous of.

What was it then?
Was it her?
No.
Was it him?
No. Then I realized.
It was them.
They were a couple; I was just the fancy trick that spiced things up.

And I realized, finally, what I should have known all along. I wasn’t built to do this. I couldn’t do it casually, like Victoria wanted to. I could be a three people kind of girl, maybe, but only if I was the one that stayed after. I was going to have to walk out now. And the thought that we might not talk until our next encounter – that he might have had several encounters before our next one… well, I just couldn’t do it. 

Slowly, it dawned on me what that meant. This had been my last chance. The one option, out of everything I could think of, where I might get to keep just a little bit of what I had known before. The realization struck me like a physical blow. Victoria was talking again, but there was only one thing on my mind
. It was finally and definitely over
.

I gathered my clothes and ran from the room, ignoring the cries behind me.

This time, there
were no tears. I’d grown beyond that, like rain stops when it hits the ocean.  The tears were still there – in fact there were more of them than ever before. But they were so swirled up by the currents inside me that they could no longer break free. They just sat, salty and sad, never draining away.

It stops raining eventually. Because if it didn’t, the whole world would flood.

I’d always known that my services couldn’t be purchased for money. But yesterday, I’d learned that they could be bought for love. It felt almost as dirty. Would I want to bring our children up in this? Some weird, three way relationship where I was always the odd one out?

And what was I even doing, thinking about it as
our children
? It was their child. Their happiness, their joy. A constant reminder of what we could have had, and never did. I remembered thinking last night that the experience had been a thing of pornos and X-rated movies. W
hat did that make me?

I wasn’t afraid when I walked into the elevator to see Jacob for the last time. In fact, I wasn’t feeling any sort of emotion at all. I was numb inside. That was why I was here, really. I couldn’t live like this anymore. I couldn’t have Jacob. And I couldn’t share him either. That left only one last, final, heart breaking choice.

* * *

T
he elevator pinged, the door opened. And suddenly, Jacob was standing before me, breathless, surprised even as he rushed into the elevator himself.

“Anna! It’s like you read my mind! I need to talk to you.”

“Jacob, I… I’ve been thinking about our arrangement. Our relationship, the… the three of us…”

He held out a hand, commanding. “Stop. I need to tell you something.”

I look at him, expectantly.

“Anna, what you did last night. It… it was an amazing experience. I’ve had other… experiences before, but never like that. I’ve never
felt
like that.”

It had been amazing.
Even the parts without Jacob. But sometimes physical pleasure didn’t equate to happiness on the inside. “Jacob…”

He cut me off again. “No, please, Anna. I have to get this out.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Look, it’s like this. I can’t do it Anna. This three way thing? I can’t do it. It’s over.”

My heart fell, even as he told me exactly what was on my mind too.
So that’s it.
Just like that, it all comes crumbling down. He goes off to play happy families. I walk off… alone.

What would I do with my life? How would I get over this? When you’re standing at the shores of an ocean the other side seems so far away you can’t comprehend swimming it.
Most people that try, drown.

I turned away from him, so he couldn’t see the tears in my eyes. “That’s fine Jacob. I’m happy for you. For… for her too. I wish you both all the best together.”

There was a pause, and then a hand clasped my shoulder. It turned me around. His fingers found my chin and lifted it, to look me in the eyes. There were tears in them, too.

“Anna,” Jacob said softly. “You don’t understand. When I said I couldn’t do it? I meant I couldn’t live without
you.
”

“What do you
mean without me?”

My mind was a 5 second loop on tape, playing endless reruns of his last sentence; struggling to find comprehension.

He looked at me with those kind eyes. They were so full of compassion, and understanding. “You silly goose. I choose you.”

“Me?”

He laughed, then pulled me into a hug. “Yes, you.” Then he leaned back, looking me in the eyes. “That is, if you’ll still have me?”

“But… but what about the baby? Did the tests come back? It’s not yours?”

His eyes turned serious. “It’s mine Anna.” A spark of joy entered them. “I… I made a person! I still can’t believe it.”

His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from my eyes. “I’ll never shirk that duty. But here’s the thing I realized. Just because I love the baby, doesn’t mean I can love the mother. The two go nicely if they’re together; but the two will destroy you if they’re forced. I’ve been so unhappy Anna. It took you to make me realize it.”

“What does that mean?”

His hand caressed my cheek. “It means I’ll support her, but I need you to support me. You’ve opened my eyes to an important lesson. Money can’t buy love. Duty can’t either. The only thing that can make me love someone is how I feel inside.”

He tapped his chest. “And inside… all I can think about is you.”

The ocean of tears were draining away; replaced with golden, pure sunlight. “Oh god, Jacob. You really mean it, don’t you?”

He nodded, tears streaming down his face.

“Do you think we can really make this work?”

He looked at me, hesitating. And then resolve hardened in his eyes. “Anna. It’s not how I imagined. You deserve so much more from someone with a billion dollar bank account. I don’t even have a ring!”

He bent down on one knee, and I stepped back.
What… what was happening?

“Anna,” he said, looking up into my eyes. “Will you marry me?”

BOOK 5:

Fate has one final surprise in store for Anna and Jacob; one final hurdle that they need to jump. Victoria isn’t giving up her man without a fight, and now there’s a lawsuit on the cards so large it could ruin everything.

Jacob whisks Anna away to exotic Paris until the issues with his ex are resolved. But when the ex-girlfriend follows, Anna realizes things just might not be that easy…

Only Anna has the power to set things right. But is she strong enough to do what needs to be done?

“What do you
mean we can’t get married?”

“
Not can’t
, Miss Watson.
Shouldn’t
.” The red haired lawyer shifted uncomfortably before us. “At least until the lawsuit is settled.” 

I reached over to hold my fiancé’s hand. I’d said yes… of course.
And now someone was trying to take that away?
“Jacob and I love each other. Isn’t that enough?”

“Technically, according to state law, it is Miss Watson. But as I’ve already explained, the Plaintiff, a Miss Victoria Cutly, has filed close to half a billion dollars in damages – she’s claiming a de facto relationship,
and
she’s pregnant. Mr. King marrying another woman right now just won’t look good in a court of law! You’re welcome to tie the knot, but if this is the thing that tips the decision in Miss Cutly’s favour, that wedding ring may be from a vending machine, I’m afraid.”

Jacob squeezed my hand. “I don’t care about the money. Let her have it all. As long as we’re together.”

I sighed. He would do it, too – give it all away for me.
Which was why I couldn’t let him
. “Jacob. I can’t believe I’m being the voice of reason here, but maybe we should delay things. At least until this is all over.”

I didn’t care about money. But I did care about Jacob, and even by his standards, half a billion dollars was a lot.  Liquidating that much would ruin him. I wasn’t worth that sort of price tag.

Why was his ex-girlfriend doing this? Did Victoria want him that badly she would destroy him? She was a kid that had been denied her favorite toy – if she couldn’t have him, it seemed no-one could.

Jacob turned to look at me, searching my eyes. “But this means so much to you. The money doesn’t matter. Truly.”

I shifted uncomfortably. Victoria was the mother of Jacob’s unborn child. And they had been together, technically, when Jacob proposed to me. Maybe delaying the marriage wasn’t such a bad idea after all. They needed to patch things up.

“It’s not forever. Just until this is all sorted,” I whispered. As much as I knew what I wanted, I also knew what was right. “Let’s wait.”

As the lawyer left, my mind drifted back to Victoria. To that night we had spent together. It had been hot. Damn hot. And I felt like we’d connected on some level – maybe that was just the way everyone felt after their first sexual encounter with another woman, I didn’t know. But still, I felt like I knew her, at least a little.

And something didn’t make sense. Even when I’d been in the same room – the same bed – as them, I’d noticed a disconnect. She didn’t love him. Not truly.
Hell, she’d paid more attention to me for most of the night.
So why was she doing this? Why was she so intent on ruining our lives?