“God,” I whisper, leaning back to stare at the darkening sky; the hues of navy match the eyes that are staring up at me.
He lifts my ass into his hands, steadying me as he devours me. The floor is hard beneath my back, and I squirm as Blake stops, looking up at me.
I open my mouth to tell him it’s okay, but he lifts me into the water before him, clothes and all.
“Is that better?” His lips caress my neck, his hardness pressing against me as I lift my legs around his waist.
“My clothes are probably ruined,” I whisper into his ear, dragging my tongue down his earlobe, chewing on it as he groans.
“Then I’ll buy you more,” he growls, turning my face to his as he stares at me, his expression pained. “Forgive me for everything. I want to do it all right.”
“Blake—” In one swift movement, he’s inside of me, filling me as I clutch his shoulders, crying out.
“I love you, Danielle.”
Our mouths meet as we slow-fuck in the water, his hands lifting me as the water surrounds us.
“You look like a god,” I murmur, my tongue entering his mouth as he moans, sucking on it.
“That’s why I’m with a goddess then.”
My hands grip his shoulders, my legs lock around his waist as he loses himself, his mouth on mine as we reach our orgasms. Together.
“Marry me, Danielle.”
I chuckle against him, but he’s not playing, his eyes wide as he kisses me hard on the mouth.
“I’m serious. Fuck the company. Divorce me and marry me properly.”
My eyes widen as I frown, unsure why on earth he would throw away everything he’s ever wanted.
Sure, he has enough money, but to divorce me would make him lose the company.
“No, Blake, we love the company.”
Blake gazes at me, his hands wrapped around me possessively as he shakes his head. “I love you more.”
“It’s not necessary!” I protest, pulling him closer to me. “Please, don’t lose anything; we don’t need to.”
Blake has a determined look in his eyes, but I run my tongue over his lips, attempting to distract him. “Fuck, girl.”
Blake James is crazy.
Crazy for me.
CHAPTER 31
BLAKE
Iwatch Danielle sleep, my heart aching at the situation we’re in.
The chances of the baby being Issac’s are slim—but I’m still terrified that he could be the father.
I’ve been up all night researching it, and there is a way of testing the baby before it’s born, but I worry how safe it is.
I don’t want to risk anything happening to the baby or Danielle.
But I’ve read about non-invasive testing. They test our blood and compare it to the baby's DNA found in Danielle’s bloodstream.
