But it wasn't a dream. It was his hands spreading me open and his tongue tasting me from the inside, my back arched and mouth wide open.
Dominant, submissive--none of it mattered because I'd lost all control. I felt the need building and I let go. Closed my eyes and fell, arms wide open into bliss. Jacob caught me, pulling me into him as he took all of me.
Jacob. My Jacob...and we were just getting started.
And then I heard the phone.
I braced myself on the desk, glaring at the thing with disdain. I almost reached over and tore it off the hook and chunked it across the room, but it had already cut through the electric haze of us and rational, not-getting-mind-blowing-oral-sex Leila knew better.
I looked down at Jacob, his eyes, his smirk, still hungry for more. He pulled me back forward, his gaze locked between my legs like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Ignore it.”
I was distracted, but it finally stopped ringing and there was another sound I was preoccupied with. His belt being unbuckled. His zipper pulling downward.
And then the phone started ringing again. By the time it stopped, we looked at each other, knowing that whatever mood we’d been in was killed, dead, and mounted on the wall.
I shimmied back into my underwear, feeding my arms into my bra then fastening it. I stepped into my skirt and watched Jacob wipe his mouth with his handkerchief.
A flurry of knocks at the door brought me from the buzz, and even though my shirt was buttoned, skirt up, I found myself covering my body apprehensively.
Jacob fixed his tie with angry jerks, clearly not happy that someone was not only blowing up his phone, but now somebody was beating down his door too.
He gave me a small nod, making sure I was decent before he pulled it open.
Natasha and Claudia were side by side, both talking at the same time. Jacob's voice rose above theirs, silencing everything but his obvious annoyance.
"What is going on here?"
"Well, I tried to call you--" Natasha began, looking at me pointedly.
"Mr. Whitmore," Missy interrupted wisely, picking up on the anger Jacob was about to unleash on her friend. "There's been a development in the Mia Kent case."
Something about the way she said 'development' made me nervous and when she seemed to look everywhere but at me, I knew something was wrong.
I took a step toward her. "What happened?"
"We're still getting details, but according to the news, her friend found her in her apartment thirty minutes ago."
I brought my hand to my mouth. Oh God…
"They found pills..."
Natasha let out a frustrated sigh, cutting to the chase. "They’ve rushed her to the hospital. They’re saying that Mia Kent overdosed."