Part 25 (2/2)

”Not Risa, not Sophia. No one comes close. Believe me, no one ever will. If we can't make this work...” His grip on me tightened slightly. ”I can't even think about it. G.o.d help me, I'll keep trying until I break you down. Say it. Baby, please.”

The softly worded plea shredded me.

”Say it,” he whispered, kissing me sweetly.

”I love you.” The words came out in a sob. I swallowed down the urge to breakdown completely, strengthened by the pressure that lifted slightly by saying the words. ”I love you so much.”

He answered by lifting me up to rest on the edge of the desk. ”Then don't give up on us. Love me, d.a.m.n it. Please, baby. Let me love you.”

He slid his hands up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress as he went. He silenced any thoughts of refusing with another deeper kiss, devouring my mouth with hungry, urgent strokes. I linked my hands behind his neck, meeting his resolve.

”Jesus, I need you,” he growled and pulled away. In one swift movement he yanked off his s.h.i.+rt and divested me of my panties, careful to ensure that my heels stayed on.

”Blake, the office,” I whispered, vaguely aware that we were breaking an unwritten rule of not f.u.c.king in his office.

”Don't give a s.h.i.+t. I need to be inside you more than I need to breathe right now. I don't care who knows it.”

With one arm, he swept the contents of the desk behind me to the floor. Everything landed with a loud crash. He pushed me back, crawled over my body, and wrapped my legs snuggly around his waist. He covered me with fevered kisses, sucking my neck until my skin p.r.i.c.kled with heated desire. He tugged down the top of my dress, freeing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He took my nipple in his mouth, circling the tender tip with the pad of his tongue and repeating the motion on the other.

”I thought I'd lose my mind seeing you walk away from me last night.”

”I didn't want to leave you, Blake.”

”I couldn't sleep from wanting you so badly. Wanted to bury myself so deep in you, hear you scream.”

I whimpered, desire thick in my veins. I s.h.i.+fted anxiously beneath him, desperate for more contact. I scrambled for his belt, unfastened it, and pushed down his jeans to free his c.o.c.k. Frantic for him, I lifted my hips, meeting him as he shafted easily into me. He ground his hips, staking his claim inside me as I stretched around him. He filled me so completely. His ragged breathing matched my own.

No one had ever made me feel this way, and no one ever would.

He took my mouth, his tongue seeking mine with deep velvet strokes until I could scarcely breathe. I moaned as he pulled back and then plunged deeper.

”Say it again.” The command left his lips in a strangled groan.

He gripped my hip and thrust again, so deep.

”I love you, Blake.” I sobbed from the pleasure of it. ”Oh G.o.d, you feel so good. It's so good.”

As if something invisible snapped, the thin veneer of control slipped from his features. No longer could I make out the familiar lines of restraint on his face. Only his intense animal need to possess me. He pumped into me rapidly. The friction of his fierce movements made me wild. I grasped at anything-his hair, shoulders, the edge of the desk. Anything to ground me when I slipped perilously into oblivion.

He took my hands in his own and held them tight above my head, firmly enough that I couldn't escape. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s jutted out, tantalized by the soft hairs of his chest. I moaned and cried out unintelligible things. I'd lost my mind in the pleasure.

Our bodies collided over each other's, slick and taut with the tension coiled tight within each of us. The slow burn of my desire was raging now, the fire taking over as I clenched helplessly around him. His hips slammed mercilessly against me, my body anch.o.r.ed there and by his mouth where he kissed me. Pa.s.sionate bruising kisses that I fully met like a person who'd been starved of them.

”f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k. Erica. Come, baby. I can't stop.”

His words spurred me right into my o.r.g.a.s.m. I let out an intoxicated cry, my fingers threading tightly with his. His eyes never left me as he took his pleasure, the cords of his muscles strung so tight. The taut knots of his abdomen clenched once more before a spasm rocked his powerful frame.

My body hummed. My chest expanded with warmth, and I inhaled his scent, basking in our sudden and fierce closeness. Love-a heady, pulsing, possessing wave of love-held me in its clutches. Everything that I'd been trying to forget and subdue when he was near came rus.h.i.+ng in, overtaking my senses. Forehead to forehead, we caught our breath between slow, pa.s.sionate kisses.

He stilled for a minute and looked up. ”d.a.m.n it.”

”What?”

”I have a conference call in a few minutes, otherwise I'd take you home and finish this.” He shook his head. ”Never mind, I'll have Cady reschedule it.”

He thickened inside of me, impossibly ready for me again. I tightened in response, overwhelmed by how much I wanted him again already. I wanted to gorge myself on everything I'd been missing for so long.

Then reality slowly resurfaced. This had been amazing. Heart-wrenching, toe-curling, amazing s.e.x, but it didn't solve things. I pressed my hands on his chest gently.

”Let me use your bathroom.”

He pulled out of me. I bit my lip, suppressing a whimper at the loss. With his help, I slid off the desk and collected myself enough to escape into the adjoining bathroom. I shut the door and cleaned myself up. How would we get through this now?

Before I could begin to think about it, he knocked on the door. I pulled myself together quickly and met him at the doorway.

”Everything okay?”

”Sure.” I pushed by nervously. ”I'll let you get back to work, I guess.”

I'd barely pa.s.sed him when he tugged me close. ”What if I don't want to let you go yet?”

I avoided his eyes, unable to keep from relaxing into the warmth of his body.

”Let me see you tonight.” He paused, penetrating me with his gaze.

I contemplated a response. He'd just stripped me down emotionally and called my bluff on this whole breakup. What else could I say to keep him away that he would possibly believe or accept at this point? He was the definition of undeterred.

”I don't think that's a good idea.”

His eyes widened slightly. ”We're back to this?”

I sighed inwardly. We were so far from being back to normal. I was no closer to being able to tell him everything he didn't know.

”You're killing me with this s.h.i.+t, Erica. After what we just did, you won't let me take you out?”

I tried to weigh my options, the possibilities, and all the things that could possibly go wrong. In the middle of this trying thought process, Blake kissed me. I kissed him back, twisting the fabric of his T-s.h.i.+rt into a fist as I pulled him even closer. Everything melted away as it so blissfully had earlier.

”I'll meet you after work, okay?”

I nodded without thinking, drunk on the taste of him once more. Before I could tear myself away to leave, he spoke again.

”About Risa...”

My gaze shot up to meet his. I sobered momentarily with apprehension about what he might say.

”It's not what you think.”

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