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I wasn’t sure what to do now.
Fighting and recriminations usually started about now. In fact, I was a little afraid to stop holding him. We didn’t know how to do the after. We kinda sucked at the before too.
We were really amazing at the sex part.
He eased away from me, but for the first time, he didn’t turn away. He cupped my face and kissed me so softly that my vision blurred—again. What the hell was this man doing to me?
I opened my mouth. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but a tentative call of my name killed whatever pseudo-speech I was going to come up with.
“Blake,” I whispered. “Buckle up.”
He frowned down at me, his dark eyes losing that blissful softness. The Billionaire Tight Ass Blake was coming back.
Again, I heard my name being called. “Dammit, Linda.”
His eyebrow quirked. “Who?”
I shoved him back a step and hopped off the table. “Don’t you hear that? Crap. Where’s my shoe?”
“I believe it was digging into my glutes. They should still be on your feet.”
I laughed up at him as I snagged one heel from under the table. “Your ass, Blake. You have my heel prints in your ass.”
“Not the first time either.”
“Right.” I cleared my throat. “I’m not exactly sure what to say.”
Reserved Blake was taking over. I could see the transformation. He took care of the condom with a flash of linen from his inside pocket, then tucked it away in his pocket. But instead of a quick fix of his shirt, he slowly buttoned from the middle of his belly up.
I wasn’t quite sure when I’d loosened more buttons. It might have been when I’d turned into a living vine around him. It might have been when I was ripping at his clothes to get him closer. There had been a lot of insanity in those moments.
I stepped into my shoes and shimmied the skirt of my dress down. My pantyhose were destroyed, but it would be a little obvious that I’d gone from black stocking-clad legs to my fair skin. I just prayed that the runs in the silk would hold out until I could change.
Hmm. I might have another pair in my old desk.
When I noticed he was almost to his neck with his buttons, and the collar was already flipped up, I stepped into him and stilled his hands and brought them to his sides. Deep brown eyes flashed and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. I crouched in front of him.
“Fuck.”
I swiped his tie off the floor. On my way back up, I locked eyes with him as I brushed my nose over the front of his pants. He was still semi-hard for me. When his fingers tightened into fists, I opened my mouth and fanned his rapidly lengthening shaft with my breath.
His muscles locked from thigh to belly and shoulders—all of it was fascinating to watch.
It was because of me. I made him this way, but I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to let this moment go. I grazed my teeth over his cock, flicking my tongue along the outline of his head before I stood.
I wrapped his tie around my palms, dragging that up his length as well. I lifted my arms up, letting one of the ends unspool so I could get around his neck. He was incredibly tall and I was an inch above petite standards.
I draped the tie around his neck, adjusting until the wider end was longer. I’m not sure what it was about tying a tie that made my blood buzz and heat, but it seemed to be even worse when it involved Blake. I kept it simple with a standard Windsor knot. Mostly because of time. Maybe a little because my fingers were shaking.
The intimacy of it quickened my heart rate. His scent left me lightheaded, but it was his stillness that left me breathless. As if I was leashing something too wild to tame.
His eyes were mere slits as he allowed me to dress him. Before I pulled the knot up, I buttoned the last one at the top. His bearded skin tickled the back of my fingers. The linen of his shirt was crisp and stiff, but I finally managed to get the disk through the hole.
I tightened his tie and used the ends to pull him down to me. We watched each other as we kissed. The slow glide of our lips—without the usual crushing bites and sliding tongues—became an exploration.
His hand slid around my hip and up my back. A gentle brush of fingertips up my spine, between my shoulder blades, into the wild knots my hair had become.
I fell into the kiss, closing my eyes as I swayed into his arms. Just as he relaxed into me, the sliding door rattled.
