Christi's POV:

Jacob is the sweetest, kindest most generous man I have ever met. I can't explain it, but it's like what ever I need, he's is most willing to give me without even a second thought. Somewhere in this crazy life of mine, some how, I must have done something good.

We made love slowly and tenderly. Jacob took his time with me, caressing and kissing my entire body, leaving no inch of my skin unexplored by his hands and lips. Our symphony came to a grand crescendo perfectly in tune. When we were both exhausted and relieved we lay in each others arms, kissing and caressing softly until sleep found us.

I awoke to a bright room and a loud rumble. I was in Jacobs arms, the sun came in through the window and his snoring shook the bed. I was so happy to be right here right now in his arms that even the little things, such as the freight train rumbling against me seemed inconsequential. I must have been super relaxed after that massage, I must have passed right out. I was so stress-free now. I had the most beautiful dream, a dream where Jacob professed his love to me both physically and emotionally. Such a good dream, the best one so far, I couldn't get it out of my head.

I loved to watch Jacob sleep, his mouth was slightly open and his lips were puckered out, his whole face was peaceful and innocent. I lay against his chest thinking and listening to his deep sighs, his heart thumping under my ear. I let myself follow the light coming in from the window and contemplated what I had dreamt last night.

"It's awful early to be that deep in thought." Jacob's said sleepily. I looked up at him. He had a sleepy smile.

"Mmm… good morning." I smiled, his arms tightened around me.
"Good morning honey." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead then yawned deeply.

"You're still sleepy. Go back to sleep sweetheart, it's early." I scooted up towards his face my hair tumbling over my shoulders and surrounding him.

I felt two big hands brush my hair back, smoothing it over my shoulders followed by feather light caresses over my face and neck. Jacob leaned up towards me and kissed me deeply. His arm hooked around my waist and pulled me up on top of him.

"I love you Christi." He whispered between kisses.

My eyes shot open and I froze. Did he just say that he – loved – me? I felt his lips touch mine once, twice and then a third time trying to get a response from me, but I was completely frozen.

"Honey?" His eyes were concerned.

I could hear him but I couldn't bring myself to respond to him. I was still in shock, not a dream? Was it real? Am I still dreaming?

"Christi, what's wrong?" His voice a little more demanding now. "Please say something, you're freaking me out here."

I shook my head and attempted to collect my thoughts again.

"W-what did y-you say?" I stuttered out in confusion. My head was swimming.

"What? That I love you?" He studied my face. "It was ok last night – I thought we were ok with this Christi. If something changed – or if you don't feel the same I will totally understand. I don't want you to feel pressured." He babbled on and on until I finally placed my hand on his lips to stop him.
"It wasn't a dream then?" I looked at him confused and elated.

Wow, not a dream. Jacob actually loved me, and I love him. And as insanely crazy as this all might seem – it was real and it made me so happy.

"Not a dream." He mumbled under my hand. I felt his chest rise and fall with silent laughter. I removed my hand from his mouth. "Is that what this is all about? You thought last night was a dream? Oh Christi, my sweet, sweet Christi." He took my face in his hands and showered me with kisses. "I am in love with you." He kisses each of my cheeks. "I love you." He kissed my eyelids. "My heart is yours, all of it." He kissed my jaw line. "And you love me too – right?" He leaned back to study my face again.

"Y-y-yes" I stuttered and then began to laugh euphorically. "Yes, Jacob, I love you too."

"You know…" He raised one eyebrow. "I almost believe you. Almost."

A crooked smile playing on his lips. "But I'm not quite convinced." His eyebrows narrowed. "I think you need to prove it to me." His grin widened.

"Hmm… And what may I ask is it that you require as proof?" My eyes now narrowing.

He suddenly flipped us over, his massive body pressed on top of mine.

"I think you know exactly what I mean Christi." He raised his brows twice, his eyes deeper and darker.

"So… you're…" I pressed my leg up against his arousal lightly. "Horny – and I'm supposed to prove to you that I love you?" I flashed him a wicked smile.

"Horny?" He looked like that word disgusted him, so damn cute. "Horny?" He repeated. "I'll show you horny." He smiled huge and crushed my lips with his.

Jacob always knew exactly what I was craving – why was that? I guess he was just that good. Or was it that I was an open book and he knew I couldn't get enough of his body. Either way, it was wonderful!

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I arrived at work with 10 minutes to spare, I went into my office and opened the closet finding my chef jacket. I put it on and rushed into the kitchen.

"Someone looks like they're glowing." Nichole came up behind me as I was tying an apron around my waist.

"Well, life is good." I giggled.

I walked over to the sink and scrubbed my hands, it was time to prepare for dinner service and I couldn't let my mind wonder, not now. The special of the night, braised veal shanks with a wild mushrooms risotto. By far the most popular item on this evening's menu!

The night passed quickly between barking out orders to my kitchen staff, making sure the wait staff didn't screw up any orders and making sure the food tasted perfect. All in all it was a good night. I was exhausted come the end of service. I was just finishing the last ticket of the night when Nichole popped her head into the kitchen.

"Christi, you have a gentleman here that would like to give his compliments to the chef." She said.

I turned around to look at her, was she blushing? I was, of course, used to having to make the occasional trip out to the dinning room to greet customers and to hear their compliments on the food they had just eaten.

"I'll be right out." I said as I hurriedly finished my order.

"Actually, he was wondering if he could come in." She giggled.

"Uh…" I stopped to look around and make sure there weren't any major disasters in the kitchen, I didn't want to be embarrassed. "Sure, have him come in." I turned back around and continued to stir the risotto I was working on.

I felt two large hands slide around my waist, I almost jumped a foot in the air had it not been for the voice that followed the action.

"Hello beautiful." Jacob's voice instantly calmed me.

The kitchen staff quickly took it upon themselves to hoot and whistle at our public display of affection.

"Ay papí." Exclaimed my dishwasher Maria fanning herself with her hand. "Muy caliente." Translation: Oh, daddy, very hot!

I just rolled my eyes and felt my face get hotter.

"Ok, everybody, back to work." I ordered and soon enough they all turned around to their respectful stations and were bustling around again.

"You know, that was kind of hot." Jacob whispered into my ear. "I kind of like to see you take charge and how you order people around. Very sexy. And this chef outfit you got on, wow, that's definite new fantasy material for me."

My skin was absolutely covered in goose bumps and I was about to burn my risotto. I needed to get him out and fast.

"Ok, you need to go wait for me in my office." I pointed to my office with a wooden spoon. "I can't afford any distractions right now. Go." I ordered.

Jacob bit his bottom lip and made a yummy noise as he walked away. The girls in the kitchen watched him like hungry harpies ready to pounce and I was ready to beat anyone who even tried it. That's my man!

He walked into my office and sat down at my desk. I could still see him from where I was standing. He was looking around at all my news articles and reviews posted on a corkboard smiling.

I finished my final ticket of the night, but instead of cleaning up I made three more specials. I hadn't had a chance to eat since this afternoon so I was pretty hungry and I figured Jacob wouldn't pass up a meal. The staff had finished cleaning, everyone left except for Nichole, my front of the house manager.

"Hey Christi, do you need anything else?" She asked looking into my office at Jacob and smiling.
"Nope, I got the rest of this, we're just going to have some dinner and call it a night. Go on home Nichole." I looked at her a little annoyed by the fact that she was giving my boyfriend the eye.

"Ok, well good night then." She looked at me and worded silently 'Wow' looking back at Jacob before leaving.

I plated the food I had cooked and placed some silverware and napkins in my apron pockets. I walked over to the office with both plates in hand. We had an entire dining room open to us, but somehow the office felt a little more intimate and cozier. Jacob looked up at me with a sparkling smile.

"All done?" He said and looked up at the plate with wide eyes. "That smells incredible Christi." I handed him the larger plate and pulled up a chair next to him.

"Hey, do you want some wine?" I got back up. "Or would you rather have a soda or a beer?" I asked.
"I'll have what ever you're having." He said trying to be agreeable, I presumed.

"Ok, I was going to have some Merlot."

He looked a little confused.

"Uh, that's kind of a dry red wine. If you don't like it I can always get you something else. Don't feel like you need to drink what I drink just to please me Jake, you can have a soda or a beer."

He looked at me for a long moment and then looked down.

"Ok, well maybe I'll have a beer, whatcha got?" He looked up again with a smile.
"Oh I'll get you a German import that I'm sure you'll love, it's one of our best sellers." I hurried over to the bar and poured myself a glass of wine and got a beer for Jacob. I headed back to the office and sat down.

Jacob was patiently waiting for me looking down at his plate.

"You didn't have to wait you know, its best when it's eaten hot." He's so adorable.
"Yeah, well I wanted to wait for you. Sucks to eat alone." He said and dug in without hesitation. "Oh my God this is so good." His eyes rolled back into his head as he chewed his food slowly savoring it.

I laughed out loud which earned me a look of annoyance from Jacob. It was just too damn cute and freaking funny! We finished our meal, I served us both some crème brûlée. Jacob kept making the most delicious yummy noises and his eyes kept on rolling back in his head, I almost wondered if he had ever eaten such things before in his life. I didn't want to embarrass him and ask, so I just sat back and silently enjoyed watching him take pleasure in his meal.

When we were both done, Jacob helped me clean up and we locked up the kitchen.

"Hey, do you mind if I give you a ride home?" He asked as we were exiting the restaurant. "You can leave your car and I'll bring you back tomorrow to get it."
"I actually have to work tomorrow night again." I said locking the door.
"So, perfect, I'll bring you back to work then tomorrow. Do you mind?" He had the cutest smile.
"No that'll be great."

I looked around the parking lot, my car was the only one there. I looked at Jacob suspiciously wondering where his car was.

"My ride's over there." He pointed to a sleek black Harley parked on the street. His face lit up with a huge grin.
"Boys and their toys." I teased him. I giggled with excitement as we walked over to his beautiful bike.

"Here." He pulled out a helmet and fastened it onto my head. "Safety first." He smiled.

He swung his long leg over the bike and patted the back of the seat. I joined him pressed up against his back and wrapped my arms around his waist. He kick started the bike; it came to a loud rumble between our legs.

"Are you ready?" His smile widened.

"Uh… yeah?" I squeezed him tighter and the bike took off full speed.

Jacob definitely had the need for speed – I left my stomach back near the restaurant as we sped down the darkened streets with the loud roaring of the motorcycle. I felt a little nervous at first, but Jacob assured me there was no reason to be scared. I trusted him, there was no reason not to. He always made me feel perfectly at ease and safe.