His Gift 3(2)

I panted, breathless, and let my head fall back onto the bed. The force of the orgasm had knocked me so hard that I saw black spots in front of my eyes. My heart was pounding.

“What a wakeup call,” I said.

“Get up,” Jake said.

“Now? Can’t I take a second and—”

“Get up.”

Sighing, I rolled over and sat up. My knees were shaky, and I leaned back on my hands.

“Wrap that sheet around yourself.”

“Sure,” I said, obeying his command. You couldn’t not obey that voice. It spoke low and hard, and when he told me to do something there was no hint of a doubt that I would actually do it.

The sheet was silk and hard to keep up, so I knotted it in a clumsy knot on one side under my armpit. It hung low, exposing most of my butt, but it was the best I could do.

The thought that I’d woken up with struck me again. Even as I caught my breath, I looked up at Jake to judge whether or not this would be a good time to bring it up.

“Can we… can we talk about last night?” I asked. There was a lump in my throat, but I swallowed it.

“Later,” he said.

“Okay, but I just want to know—”

“Later.” His voice was tinted with irritation, and I got the feeling that nobody around him ever pressured him to do anything.

“Look, if you don’t want to talk to me, you might as well toss me out on my ass now. I don’t know why you want to put it off—”

“The police.”

His voice was calm, but the words he said made me stop cold.

“Excuse me?”

“The police are here,” Jake said, as calmly as he’d said good morning. “And they want to talk to you.”





Chapter Two



I don’t know what I was expecting, but when Jake ushered me into the hallway my heart stopped. Two policemen were standing in the hall.

I couldn’t have turned redder if I’d been hit in the face with an iron after running a marathon. There I was, in nothing more than a sheet, my hair mussed and my teeth unbrushed. I gaped at them.

Both men looked me up and down, surprise written all over their faces. One of them was a head shorter than the other, and he smirked at me with a stupid presumptuous grin.

“Here she is, gentlemen,” Jake said smoothly. His arm came around my waist. I wanted to shake him off. Heck, I wanted to punch him in the gut and ask him what he thought, parading me out in one of his bedsheets like I was a piece of evidence in a court case.

“You’re—ah, you’re Lacey Mills?” the taller officer said.

“Um, y-yeah,” I stammered. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. This wasn’t happening. I was standing half-naked in a hallway with two cops questioning me, and my bare ass hanging out of the sheet that didn’t do anything to cover my obviously protruding nipples.

“We received a call from a Stephanie, ah—what was her name?” the officer said, flipping through his notebook.

“Hart,” I said, at the same time as the shorter officer. He leered at me again, obviously having a lot of fun interrogating me. A billionaire’s lay for the night.

“Yeah, Hart. She said you’d gone missing and you might be here.”

“Called a half dozen times before you’d even been gone twenty-four hours,” the short guy said, crossing his arms.

“Hmm,” I said noncommittally. That sounded like Steph. She’d joked that she would give me a week to be kidnapped, but she’d probably gotten worried the second I hadn’t called her to let her know what had happened.

“As you can see, there’s obviously been a misunderstanding,” Jake said. His hand slipped lower, cupping my ass. I bit my lip and tried not to squeal as his fingers moved along my curves.

“Yeah, sure, sure. Miss, are you here of your own free volition?”

“Free what?”

“He’s not locking you up here against your will?”

I flushed, thinking about Jake tying me to the bed. As he squeezed my asscheek, I shook my head frantically.

“No, no,” I said. “Not at all.”

“Good. You call your friend, tell her you’re alright,” the taller officer said, closing his notebook. “So she stops calling the station every ten minutes for an update.”

“I w—I will,” I said, my words jerking as Jake’s hand slid between my thighs, one finger curling upward into me. The officer narrowed his eyes at me, then sniffed.

“Thank you for your time, officers,” Jake said, so coolly I almost couldn’t believe he had one finger sliding under my folds.

The policemen nodded and walked back down the hall.

***

I turned and smacked Jake on the shoulder as soon as the policemen had disappeared into the elevator.