"You have?" The knowledge sent electricity through me.

"Why do you think I left my door open yesterday? Wanted you to see what you do to me. Wanted you to know I wasn't some kid. That I could—that I wanted to—" He pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned. "Wanted to do this."

His fingers worked me expertly—better than Richard ever had, better than I'd expected from someone his age. He found my G-spot almost immediately, and when his thumb found my clit, I nearly came off the chair.

"Oh god," I gasped. "Jake, that's—we shouldn't—"

"Stop thinking," he ordered, his fingers increasing their pace. "Stop worrying about should...