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“Because I don’t like you,” she said, but her voice sounded weak even to her own ears. “You…” Her breath stuttered as he stroked a finger down her neck towards her chest, and she gulped. “You threw me to the wolves with the press.”
“Did I?” He cocked his head as he moved slowly, deliberately, walking them backwards until the door met her back again and his body pressed tightly to hers. “Or did I just give you the excuse you needed?”
The air was tight between them and she was gasping softly like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the room, a strange feeling that was half-nervousness and half-desire built inside her until she felt like she was coming apart at the seams. Ready to leap, ready to let go, feeling like it was dangerous to do so and yet necessary at the same time. Like she might die if his mouth wasn’t on hers, but like she might break if she gave in. She had to put an end to this now. This wasDavid Blake.There were a thousand reasons she should be stopping him as he moved closer, but she couldn’t bring a single one to the forefront of her mind.
Lips brushed the side of her throat and she gasped as Blake tugged on her earlobe. His breath was warm in her ear as he murmured, “Tell me. Tell me why you hate me.”
The warmth from his mouth seared across her body as he pressed his lips firmly to her neck.
“You’re–you–”
Blake pulled back and searched her face. A smirk formed on those plush full lips as she tried to control her ragged breathing. His mouth brushed hers in a tantalizing almost-kiss. “Cat got your tongue?”
This was madness. Utter madness. With his mouth so close to her own, close enough that they shared the same breath, she was finding it hard to think. If she could justthink.
Seeing her hesitating, Blake murmured, “Just let go, princess. Or are you scared?”
Her eyes shot to his and narrowed as she tilted her chin stubbornly. “Well, I suppose if the press already thinks we’re together you might as well make it worth my while.”
He gave a low chuckle and then his lips were instantly on hers, crashing down and tasting her like he was drowning, moaning like he was happy to. They kissed like they fought, a tangle of tongues with teeth clashing and lips battling for dominance. Her fingers unwittingly slid into his hair.Stop,she tried to tell herself. This wasBlake,and she knew she’d regret this, but it had been too long, and God could he kiss. She wanted more.
Maybe—maybe she could have more… it didn’t need to be more than this, right? He was a bastard, and this was probably his ordinary weekday liaison. Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself?
She slid her hands down the warmth of his strongly muscled back as his hips pressed her firmly into the door behind her. Slipping them under the hem of that stupidly well-fitting white shirt, she groaned at the feeling of his skin beneath her fingers. How had she forgotten how good this felt? Why had she let herself go so long without so much as a hookup? She pushed back against him and they stumbled, unwilling to let their mouths part for long as they moved deeper into the room.
Echoing her movements, he trailed a path of fire under her cream turtleneck and peaked a nipple through her white bra, and that sensation was the only plausible explanation for what she did next. Her palm slid from under Blake’s shirt to stroke the rigid length of him through his trousers. He paused and pulled back a little, his eyes were wide as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Hell, she could hardly believe it herself. Maia was going to have a field day. Oh God, her and Christopher were waiting awkwardly somewhere outside. Yet, Blake had her burning, and she hadn’t felt this way in years, maybe ever. She didn’t want to let this opportunity slide. She worked damn hard and had ignored her body for too long. Shedeservedthis.
Slowly, she undid the button on his trousers and pushed them part of the way down, ignoring Blake’s startled intake of breath. She turned around and swept documents off the desk in front of her, smirking as she ruined his office set-up. Placing her hands on the exquisite dark wood in front of her, she let him bend her with one hand in her hair before he grasped at her waist and then her breasts as his mouth pressed to her throat. Rose reached behind to slowly unzip her leather skirt and gasped when Blake caught her wrist in one large hand.
“No,” he said hoarsely, “leave it on.”
She was about to protest when he managed to slide it up and over her ass and he groaned when he saw she’d gone without underwear.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
She rolled her eyes. “As if I could wear panties with a skirt that tight.”
He started to move down her body from behind, pressing kisses behind her knees. She gave a surprised groan when his tongue pressed against the center of her wetness.
“Blake, not that I don’t appreciate that, but our best friends are outside. Are you familiar with the concept of a quickie?”
She heard him rasp a low chuckle, and she felt a warmth press against her.
“I’m familiar – spread your hands for me,” he demanded in her ear and she obliged, gripping the edges of the desk as he held her at his mercy. A soft crinkle sounded behind her and she wanted to laugh. Of course he carried condoms around. God, what was she doing?
A finger slid into her cautiously, curling inside as he rubbed the sensitive spot inside her, finding it on the first try. At her moan of approval, he withdrew and something harder, hotter pressed against her, and suddenly she was desperate for it but couldn’t move with the way her skirt was bunched and his thighs stilling her. Blake sank into her until they were flush and she pushed her hips back against him as much as she could while he groaned, trying to regain control. His hand curved around her ass before smacking it, chiding her, and a long moan stole its way out of her mouth. His other hand slid from her hip to stroke the center of her and her mind went blank with pleasure for a moment until she tightened around him, rocking her hips faster and reveling in the way he cursed as he pulsed inside her. His hand fell to the desk with a thud and she let his other hand press down on her back, the roughness of it making her wetter and the wildness setting her alight. She almost wanted to laugh. Chris thought she was stiff, but look how much she could bend if she wanted to.
“Harder,” she demanded, and Blake’s hand slid up her back so softly she shivered and then moaned as it tugged roughly at her hair, forcing her head up and exposing her throat as he slammed into her hard enough that she knew she’d be sore tomorrow.
Jolting with the force from his thrusts she moaned, “God, you’re a bastard–”
He chuckled and circled his hips tightly to hers, driving into her faster and tighter, making her moan as she came surprisingly, perhaps embarrassingly, quickly, slumping against the desk and feeling a lick of embarrassment at the sweat beading on the wooden surface where her skin had been.
It truly had been a long time since she’d felt anything but her own fingers. How hard she’d just come likely had nothing to do with how Blake had slid in and stroked just the right spot, over and over. He gave a last pump and groaned his release before withdrawing slowly and helping her right her skirt while they panted.
“You’re just as fiery when you fuck as when you’re yelling at me. I can’t believe you came in here and seduced me in my own office. Maybe you don’t hate me as much as you thought.” Blake’s face was flushed, his mouth was red, and his hair had darkened at the temples with sweat and Rose was distracted again for a moment before she sat up abruptly and pushed away from his desk. She felt oddly hot, but worse was the desire still humming through her and she opted to ignore it and the slick heat starting to pulse between her legs.
“Meseduceyou? I’m pretty sure you were the one begging me to ‘let go’. Don’t worry, Blake, I still intensely dislike you, but this was fun. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to find a bathroom before I run into Maia and Christopher.”
