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We enter, and Blake closes the door behind him. He steadies my shoulders and stares into my eyes, his hand caressing my face, his gaze locked onto mine. Energy surges through us as my eyes glisten with tears so intense it’s hard to see through them. “I can’t lose her, Blake. This was a mistake. I should never have tried to outplay Kyle. He has too much money. The asshole has always got one better on me…”
“We won’t let him take her—”
“Youdon’tknow that! There’s an article about how we were faking it, Blake. No one is going to take me seriously… as a mom, as a businesswoman, as a fucking person—”
“Marry me,” he exclaims, grabbing my face in both his hands and forcing me to look at him.
All the air in the room vanishes instantly as I stop talking and stare into his eyes, seemingly now lost for words.
“Marry me, Zoey.”
Butterflies dance in my stomach, my entire body tingling with adrenaline as I try to form words, but all that comes out is a muffled gargling sound.
He chuckles, pulling me closer to him. “Look… I think it’s going to solve all our problems. You’ll get access to my money, so I can help you with whatever that prick throws our way with Hailee. And it helps my image problem with Ensure because I instantly become a family man.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I let out a scoff. “So let me get this straight… you don’t want to marry me for real. This would be a marriage of convenience… afakemarriage?”
He shrugs. “If you’re not into it, then we can get a divorce a year later once the dust settles.”
I let out a loud groan, shoving him away from me. “Fuck you, Blake.”
“I don’t see the issue here, Zoey?”
Turning away from him my eyes flood with tears. I don’t want him to see me crying. “Our whole relationship is a lie. I should have known that was too.”
He reaches out for me, grabs my wrist, and pulls me back to face him. “What! Our whole relationship isnota lie.” He presses his semi-erect cock against me as he pins me against the desk. “This isnota lie. The way Ifeelabout you isnota lie, Zoey. The proposal is a means to an end, a way for both of us to fix our current issues.It’s an out. But do I take marriage seriously? To you?Yes, I fucking do.It’s not fake for me. Marrying you is convenient, yes, but I also really fucking want you to be mine andonly mineforever. To claim you every morning and every night. To wake up next to you as my wife…” He sighs deeply. “I may have gone about the proposal all wrong, but the intention behind it is clear to me. I want you, Zoey. In every fucking way possible. Whether people believe our wedding is fake or not. For me, yes, it’s convenient, but also as fucking real as it gets.”
Sniffling, I run my fingers up into the hair at the base of his neck as I look into his eyes. “You really want to do this? Do you fully understand what you’re doing?”
He smiles. “I adore Hailee. She already means the world to me. As for Kyle, I’m ready to fight him for her with everything we have…together.And as for you, Cupcake…” he lets out a small laugh, “… I’ve been in love with you since my first day working here.”
Widening my eyes, I gawk. “That’s over two years ago.”
“That’s how I know, Zoey… I would do anything for you. I’ve been waiting for you all this time. Now I have a chance to have you all to myself, and I’m not letting it pass me by.”
My entire body tingles, coming alive at the seams. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more excited in my entire life. “You love me?” I ask, just to make sure I’ve heard him right.
His hand comes out, caressing my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my bottom lip. “I love you with every fiber of my fucking being. Youownme, Cupcake.”
Tears run down my face, and he swipes them away with his thumb as he leans in, pressing his lips to mine. I kiss him back, my body pressing tight against his, needing to feel him. My hands slide into his hair, holding him to me, our tongues colliding ravenously.
I can’t help but let out a small moan as his hands slide down to my ass, and he hikes me up onto the desk, stepping between my legs. I wrap them around him, pulling him closer, needing him, wanting him.
He groans, his lips leaving mine and trailing along my neck as I close my eyes, relishing his touch, my hands gripping his back. “Oh, Blake,” I whimper.
His lips trail down my collarbone, across my breasts, and he squats between my legs, thrusting my knees out wider and pushing my skirt up around my hips.
I glance down, panting for breath, as I widen my eyes. “Blake?”I question, and he grins salaciously.
“I had a taste of you when I arrived. Now I’m going in for dessert, but you’ll have to be quiet, Cupcake.”
“Wait, we can’t d—” His hands sliding down my legs silence my protest. The shiver of anticipation has me forgetting any and all rational thought.
“Now, Cupcake, this is your last warning. Youhaveto be quiet.” Blake pulls my leg up, kissing my ankle. I watch his eyes flare when he takes in my stockings and garter belt, now exposed.
“Do you know what you do to me? And now, knowing what you have been wearing under your skirt all this time…” He lets out a low growl, setting my leg over his shoulder and pulling me closer. “Fuck, Zoey! Are you trying to kill me?”
“Now, Mr. Branson, I have no idea what you mean,” I tease, reaching down and snapping the strap of my garter belt. “Do you mean this ol’ thing?”
