158. Stay Quiet

A small smile teased her lips. “I don’t know what you mean by. ‘other stuff,’” she said coyly even though she could guess what he meant. Jacob trailed his fingers along her thighs. “Why don’t I show you?” “I think I like the sound of that,” she managed to say, her voice breathy with anticipation. Jacob’s lips curved into a roguish smile. “I thought you might.” Jacob’s hand slipped under her skirt, teasing the lace edge of her panties. Tiffany shuddered, aching for his touch. He took his time, savoring her reactions, stoking the flames higher with each passing second. Just as his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, a sharp knock sounded at the door. They froze, eyes locked on each other as reality came crashing back in. “Boss? You in there?” a voice called from the other side. Jacob let out a frustrated groan, resting his forehead against Tiffany’s. She couldn’t help but laugh softly at the interruption, even as her body thrummed with unfulfilled desire. “Tell him I am not supposed to ta