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Blake chuckles. I like the sound of his laugh. Even if it is because I made a fool of myself. I try to fight a blush.
“I don’t have a lot of time to cook these days. I hire a chef or have ready-made meals delivered. I know a lady who takes care of gourmet meals for busy bachelors like me.”
The reminder that he’s single jumps out at me.
“I would love to cook in a kitchen like this,” I say, looking around.
Blake nods. “Icancook. And when I have the time, I do.”
Does he know how sexy it is that he can cook?
Blake has a fancy-looking coffee machine that can do a lot more than my little Nespresso machine at home, and he presses buttons that produce quality drinks. When he hands me my cup, it’s a hazelnut latte.
“Wow,” I say and blow on the top. “This is a treat.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He makes a cup for himself and we stand in silence in the kitchen, leaning against the counter island while we sip. Blake stares at me over the rim of his cup and I flush, heat rushing over my body.
“I have a few ideas,” I say, clearing my throat and breaking the spell he has me under. I take the tablet I brought along from my handbag and put it on the counter island, powering it up. Blake turns so we stand side by side, his eyes on the tablet. I’m painfully aware of how close he is. My shoulder almost touches his arm, and I want to lean against him to drink in his warmth. But I behave.
“I based the whole thing off the design you chose for the event. I hope you don’t mind.”
Blake shakes his head. “It makes sense to use something I like.”
“You liked it?” I ask.
Blake glances at me. “Yeah.” His voice is husky and his eyes rest on my face.
My cheeks grow warmer so I turn my focus back to the tablet.
“This is what I was thinking for the office…” I show him a few suit designs with different shirts and ties to mix and match. “If you have a classic design like this and then have it in black, blue, and gray, you’ll be ready for anything from casual to formal, depending on your meetings.”
“That’s impressive.”
“I like to believe that with just fifteen pieces, you can have an entire wardrobe for casual to formal and everything in between.”
“Does that apply to me, too?” he asks.
I nod. “We’ll just have to plan it right.”
Blake nods, thinking about it.
“What do you have for casual wear around the house? Or for barbeques and holidays?”
I show him my ideas for his leisure wear, paging through my concepts.
“This, I like,” Blake says, pointing at chinos and collared shirts that work well together. He turns to me. “You’re good at your job.”
“I like to make sure I stay on top of the trends,” I say.
Blake is close to me, and he looks down at me, his lips parted. His eyes are a dark, stormy gray. When they slide to my lips, I can’t think about anything other than wanting him to kiss me.
He lifts his hand carefully and strokes his fingers through my hair. He cups my cheek, fingers still tangled in my hair, and when his lips crash down on mine, I close my eyes and breathe him in. His cologne is intoxicating in my nostrils. He presses the length of his body against mine, and his cock is erect and delicious in his pants, hard. I moan at the back of my throat.
It feels like a dream. My mind spins and my body is hot. I break out in goosebumps and the heat pools between my legs. When I reach up to wrap my arm around his neck, Blake grabs me by the waist and lifts me onto the counter island, shifting so that he’s between my legs. He kisses me, pulling me against him with his hands cupping my ass, and I can’t think about anything but the fact this magnetic force of a man is between my legs, cupping my ass, and his tongue is in my mouth.
When his hand slides onto my breast, I moan again. My nipples are erect, pushing against the padded cups of my bra, and I want him to undress me, to lick me and touch me and fuck me.
I gasp when he kisses his way onto my neck, pushes aside the neckline of my shirt to find the delicate skin, and his lips work their magic, making me melt until I feel like I’m going to come undone right here on his kitchen counter.
