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He dipped the strawberry in my mouth, and I took a bite. I’d never felt so dirty and so sexy in my entire life as I tasted my own flavor mixed in with the strawberry. “Is that your favorite?” he whispered.
“I think so, but you better do it again just to be sure,” I moaned.
Chuckling, he pushed my legs apart and buried his tongue inside me. I went off like a rocket and nearly bucked off the table. The first orgasm took the edge off, but he kept playing, redoing the whole scene with the pound cake and not taking his own pleasure until I was crying for him.
When he finally slid inside me, I saw stars. Nothing had ever come close to feeling as good as it did when I was with Brendan, and I had a feeling that nothing would. This was the only man for me.
By the time we were done, we were covered in sauces and juices. Gasping for breath, he sat heavily in the chair and pulled me astride him. “Shower?” he grunted as he kissed me.
I was exhausted and practically humming from satisfaction. I was also sticky from him and the food. I welcomed the chance to take a shower, but straddling him like this, I couldn’t help but feel desire stirring inside me.
“I would love a shower. But only if we…” Leaning forward, I whispered an idea in his ear.
Without a word, he picked me up, and butt naked, walked up the stairs.
It was only a couple of hours before dawn when we finally fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Brendan
“You’re upset. Anyone can see that,” Gordon said as he hurried after me. Jillian must have called him. I knew I should have gone to Blackwell’s first thing this morning, but I wanted some time to cool off.
“He was on my land,” I hissed as I saddled my stallion. “He’s lucky I’m not taking a gun.”
“We’re not seriously riding over there on horses,” Gordon moaned.
Ben took one look at us and started to saddle another stallion.
“Don’t. He’s not coming,” I ground out through clenched teeth. This wasn’t the time for lawyers. I didn’t need any witnesses for what I wanted to do.
Ben ignored me. Sometimes, I thought he forgot who he worked for, and Gordon hastily climbed on and started out after me. “We have an appointment tomorrow, remember? A civilized meeting that doesn’t require horse rides or guns.”
“He threatened my wife, Gordon. This ends today. You’re either on my side, or you can go to hell.”
I’d barely slept last night. Even after I’d told Jillian that I was fine, I couldn’t stop the anger and fear from seeping into me. She slept peacefully next to me, and I’d spent most of the night staring at her. I finally had her back. I had a real shot of making this work again, and now Dennis Blackwell was threatening to take it all away.
I wasn’t going to stand by and let that happen.
“I’m always on your side, Brendan, but you have a tendency to make mistakes when you get angry. And those mistakes are twofold when Jillian is involved,” Gordon reminded me quietly. “I think if you set your anger aside and present the information that I have to Harry, it’ll take care of the problem. Dennis won’t have any cards left to play.”
He was right. I’d learned a long time ago that I was better off keeping my head in these situations. Slowing down, I sighed. “Fine, but we’re still going over there. If his car is in the driveway, we’ll just have the meeting early.”
“And if Dennis is there?”
“I’ll gently remind him of what I’m capable of,” I said grimly.
Gordon muttered under his breath something about his balls as he shifted in the saddle and try to balance his briefcase. The man knew how to ride. No one grew up in this county not knowing how to ride, but Gordon was a man of the city.
It still made me chuckle and helped ease a little of the tension.
As it turned out, both Harry and his son were home. We rode our horses to the guest stables and tethered them to the water trough. Someone must have seen us from the window because a servant was already greeting us at the open door.
“Mr. Blackwell said to make yourself comfortable. He’ll be with you in a minute. Drinks?”
We both accepted some water and waited for him in his office. When the older Blackwell joined us, it was obvious that he had dressed hastily. His cane thumped against the floor rhythmically with each step, and his face looked a little more gaunt.
Dennis was right behind him. It didn’t escape my notice that he did nothing to make things easier for his father.
“Mr. Ward, I must apologize. I thought that our meeting was tomorrow,” Harry said as he sat down.
