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“Blaze, I—” A tangle of words fought to escape but got caught somewhere between my heart and my throat.
He smiled softly, easing the tension. “It’s okay. We don’t have to figure everything out right now.”
The sincerity in his voice coaxed me back from the edge of panic. Taking a deep breath, I found the courage to share what weighed on me. “My dad’s health—it’s not good. And with this new job at Johns Hopkins, I’m trying to get him to move closer.”
His expression turned to one of surprise. “Did you say Johns Hopkins?”
I nodded, confused.
“You know, I’m actually a professor at Johns Hopkins.”
Laughter bubbled up from within me, unbidden and pure. “You’re kidding! They just hired me!”
His chuckle joined mine, filling the space between us with an easy joy that felt both fresh and familiar.
“So we’ll be colleagues then?” His blue-violet eyes sparkled with amusement.
“It seems fate does have a sense of humor,” I quipped back.
We shifted into a more serious conversation as we sat at one of the terminal benches. The surrounding noise faded into a distant hum as I explained my father’s situation in more detail—the diagnosis that shadowed our days with its uncertainty and my hopes that the renowned specialists at Johns Hopkins could provide better treatment options for him.
Blaze listened intently, his warm blue-violet eyes never wavering from mine as he absorbed every word with a compassion that I found both comforting and steadying.
“I’ll help however I can,” he promised earnestly, his voice low but sincere. “Whether talking to the top specialists or being there for emotional support when things get difficult. I’ll even help convince your dad to make the move, if that’s what it takes for him to get the best possible care.”
I nodded, touched by his selfless offer of help. The airport assistant at the boarding desk for my flight was now roping off the entrance, the boarding call echoing over the intercom.
“Trisha?” Blaze asked tentatively when he noticed my lack of movement towards the gate.
“I’m not going,” I said softly but with resolve, the words surprising me even as they tumbled from my lips. “Not yet.”
His hand reached out again, linking with mine—a simple yet intimate gesture that somehow felt like everything in that fleeting moment.
A mischievous glint animated my expression as I tilted my head to meet his gaze. “Now, about that suite at the Four Seasons you mentioned? I hear it’s quite the fancy place, and I still have a present for you.”
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BLAZE
Trisha’s calf-lengthcoat dropped to the floor before the door, revealing a black lace negligee with a pair of matching black, barely-there panties. The top revealed a generous amount of cleavage, the line just above the darker flesh of her nipples, but the fabric was sheer enough that I could see her nipples pebbling as I stared. She slipped off her shoes and came toward me, putting a little extra sway in her hips. When she was within touching distance, she stopped and tipped her head back so she could meet my eyes.
“Ready to unwrap your present?” Her voice was low, husky, and went straight to my cock.
All thoughts of us finally talking about what came next flew right out of my mind. It was a little difficult to think when the blood was rushing away from my head. Well, to think about anything but the half-naked woman in front of me.
I cleared my throat. “I’m unsure if this means I’m naughty or nice.”
“I’m hoping for naughty.”
It was those words that sent me to my knees right there. I put my hands on her hips and pressed a kiss to the space just below her belly button. She shivered, goosebumps breaking across her skin. I smiled and began kissing lower. The waistband of her panties. Her hipbones. The top of her mound.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered.
She complied immediately, and I traced my tongue along the damp crotch of her panties. She sucked in a breath, her hands going to my shoulders. I pulled aside the fabric, exposing that soft pink flesh. Leaning forward, I licked her, smiling when her hips jerked, pushing her closer to my mouth. Keeping one hand gripping her hip firmly, I worked my tongue between her lips, groaning as the taste of her burst across my tastebuds.
I’d never been the sort of man who disliked giving oral, but with her, it was more than just the basic enjoyment of bringing pleasure to my partner. There was something primal, almost possessive, about having my mouth on this part of her, circling her opening before thrusting my tongue into her core. Teasing her clit with quick flicks and soft little licks until it swelled.
“Blaze, fuck, Blaze…”
