Free An Escape to Love by Tali Martel

came with a loud grunt and Jake rammed into her deeply, joining her in sweet oblivion as he spilled his load into her.
    His cum mixed with hers and he rocked back and forth, jerking again and again as spurts of his load escaped his cock and entered her. Leona was exhausted and she pulled away from him, letting his cock slide out of her pussy before she turned around and wrapped her arms fiercely around his waist. Jake moved her away from the steaming jet of water and grabbed his robe, sliding her arms through it and tying the cord around her slim waist.
    He wrapped a towel around his waist and they walked back to his bedroom hand in hand to find something to wear. Leona opened the closet and was about to pick a sweater from the home owner’s impressive stock when Jake slid his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “I gave you my robe for a reason Leona,” he murmured and bit her earlobe playfully.
    “Really?" she asked smiling, “Why did you?”
    “Because I don’t want to bother with clothes in about twenty minutes. You can just take the robe off for me,” he whispered.
    Leona laughed and pushed him away, grabbing a sweater and giving him a snobby look which was spoiled by the amusement lurking in her eyes.
     
     
                                Chapter Seventeen
     
    Leona giggled as she placed a dish of lasagna in the oven and shut the door. “I was talking about what to do with the earlier part of our evening Jake,” she said, mocking exasperation at his replies.
    “Yes, and those were my suggestions,” he answered, taking a sip from his glass of juice.
    “Okay. So far, you’ve suggested having sex three times, and I’ve agreed all three times but I’m seriously asking for another activity,” she said, and walked to the couch in the living room while he followed behind.
    “Let's play another game of Scrabble, or Monopoly, that will be fun,” he said, enjoying every second spent with her tremendously.
    “Let’s talk. Sit here,” she said, gleefully tapping the seat next to her. He fell onto it and twisted to face her.
    “What do you want to talk about?”
    “You. I don’t know anything about you. What did you do, before prison?”
    “Uhh," he began, sighing and looking away as he thought of where to start. “I own this small company, which I still own and until a week ago ran from prison through a friend.”
    “That’s good. What company?”
    “Hartford Corp,” he said, pretty sure she would know nothing about it because she lived in Washington and his company was based in New York.
    “Hartford Corp?” she exclaimed loudly, her eyes widening. “You own Hartford Corp?”
    “Yes,” he said simply, watching her shocked expression.
    “You must be a gazillionaire!” she cried, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
    His face tensed and he scratched his cheek absentmindedly. “Maybe because I might never get control of it again, since I’ll be a fugitive for life.”
    Leona quieted and covered his hand with her own reassuringly. “Have you thought about trying to find out on your own? About you know… Jessica?” she asked tentatively, not sure if it was appropriate to say her name.
    “I have no plans of doing anything of the sort,” he answered sharply.
    “Why?” she asked, and then jumped as Jake stood up suddenly.
    “This talkathon is over Leona. Maybe I should check on the lasagna.”
    “Leave it,” she said harsher than she had intended to. “Don’t try to shut me out. I think I deserve some answers from you. Don’t I?”
    His brow furrowed and he knew where this discussion was coming from. She thought that because they were sleeping together, she deserved some special treatment from him.
    “Why exactly do you think you deserve anything from me?” he asked angrily and Leona’s face crumpled up a moment before she hid her feelings. She said nothing, but Jake was not finished with his angry tirade. “Just because we fuck does