“What’re you thinking about? You’re blushing.”
“No…nothing,” I stutter.
“It can’t be any worse than the things I’m thinking,” he admits, before swallowing down a mouthful of wine. I watch as the muscles in his neck flex and my mouth waters as I think about running my tongue along his skin. “You need to stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I whisper.
“Like you want to do all the things I’m imagining.”
We stare at each other, the tension crackling around us—so much so I almost suggest leaving. Thankfully, Blake drags me from those thoughts by changing the subject.
“Did you see Cara earlier?”
“Yes, she came around just before you did. How did you know?”
“I bumped into her and she said she’d done some stuff for you.”
“Yes, it’s amazing. I’ll have to show you,” I say, before going on to explain her design, trying to do her work the justice it deserves. He sits, listens and smiles at me the whole time.
Before I know it, the bottle is empty and I’m feeling suitably drunk.
“Excuse me, I need to visit the ladies.” I think it comes out perfectly fine but Blake instantly starts helping me down from the stool, so maybe it didn’t sound as sober as I thought.
I make my way to the toilets on slightly wobbly legs. I do what I’ve got to do before touching up my lipstick, running my fingers through my hair and giving my boobs a wiggle to get them looking perky. I want him to notice, damn it. I want him to continue looking at me like he has been all night. I don’t think anyone has ever given me the attention he has. I can’t help craving it.
“You okay?” he asks when I make it back to the table. I nod as I perch myself up on the stool. “Would you like another, or…” he trails off.
“Let’s head back.”
“Oh, sure, okay,” he says, his face dropping.
“Thank you for tonight. It’s been amazing.” I grab his hand as I say it and squeeze to emphasise my words.
“You’re welcome.”
Blake grabs my coat from the back of the chair and once again helps me in, his fingers brushing against any bit of skin he can find. Once I’m ready, I grab my bag and go to step towards the entrance. What I don’t expect is to feel Blake’s arm come around my waist and pull me to him. My heart pounds as I feel his hot and hard body pressed up against mine.
We walk the short distance to the taxi rank before jumping in the back of one, and Blake rattles of Aunt Addy’s address.
We’ve been driving and sat in a comfortable silence for quite a while when I hear Blake let out a large breath. When I look over at him, I see his head is resting back against the headrest with his eyes shut.
“Are you okay?” I ask, thinking maybe he’s had too much to drink.
His head rolls towards me and when he opens his eyes, my breath catches. “That all depends on what happens next.”
“I…uh…” I don’t have an answer—actually, that’s not true.
I have two answers.
It just depends what the question is: what do I want, or what’s the right thing to do?
When I don’t say any more, Blake turns his head again so he’s looking forward, but I feel his giant palm settle on my thigh. It’s not too high but still it has some serious effect on my body.
“Just here,” I hear Blake say. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed we’d pulled on to Aunt Addy’s street.
“Thank you,” I say, before handing the driver some money and getting out. I’ve no idea if Blake’s going to follow me or take the taxi home. I try not to put too much thought into it as I walk up towards the front door and slide the key in the lock.
“Can I come in?” I hear a deep, gravelly voice ask behind me.
My heart starts to race and my temperature soars but I don’t say anything. I just unlock the door and step inside. Leaving my coat and shoes on, I walk straight to the kitchen to fill up the kettle. I’ve no idea what I’m doing; all I know is that I need to be doing something.
I’m stopped when I feel his hands on my waist and his breath across my neck. “Addison, what are you doing?”
I swallow as I try to form some words but my mouth is suddenly dry and my brain isn’t functioning.
Blake’s hands slide around to my front and begin untying the belt around my coat before he starts working on the buttons running down the front. When his hands brush over my breasts, I can’t help taking a sharp intake of breath as bolts of lightning head straight to my core.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he whispers in my ear before pushing my coat from my shoulders. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all night.”
His lips connect softly with the base of my neck, sending goosebumps across my heated flesh.
“And this zip’s been driving me crazy,” he says as I feel him start playing with the tiny bit of metal at the base of my neck.
The thought of him undoing it has me panting.
“I think that’s what you intended though, isn’t it, Addison?”
I make some kind of noise in response but I hardly recognise it as my own voice. No man’s ever made me feel like this before—like I want him to strip me bare right this second and take me. No, scratch that, I need him to.
“Blake,” I whisper as he continues running gentle kisses across my neck, driving me crazy with his softness. “More.”
Nothing happens for a second or two and I worry I shouldn’t have said anything.
But then, everything changes.
Blake’s hands slide up my stomach until they’re grabbing my breasts harshly and I’m pulled against his back. He flexes his hips against my arse and I can feel his hardness pressing into me.
“Been like this all night, imagining what you’ll taste like…how you’ll feel…” he growls in my ear before stepping away from me, making me feel lost. “You’re not walking away this time, Addison,” he warns, and I shake my head to say that I won’t.
His hands go to the top of my dress and I hold my breath as I feel him slowly pull down the zip. It feels like it takes forever for him to reach the bottom and begin sliding the fabric off my shoulders. I hear Blake move but before I get to look around to see what he’s doing, I feel him tugging the bottom of my dress. He pulls gently and the fabric begins sliding down my body. The feeling of it against my sensitive skin does nothing for my patience, and as hot as it is not looking at him, I realise I need to see him. I need to be able to see his eyes.
“Holy fuck,” Blake says slowly when the fabric finally falls around my feet.
I look over to see him sat down on his haunches gazing up at me. The look in his eyes is dark, hungry, and in total awe. I watch as he runs his eyes over every inch of me. I bought this Agent Provocateur lingerie set right after the dress because I felt it deserved something special underneath. Blake is the only one other than me to see it. The tulle fabric of the bra, knickers and garter belt is almost so sheer it might as well not be there.
It feels like an eternity but eventually Blake reaches out and runs his finger along the edge of my stocking. That simple touch sends my body into overdrive and I turn to face him. His eyes widen even more when he gets a look at the front.
“Fuck me,” he mutters while running his hands up my sides as he stands.
His eyes linger on my full breasts, ready to be relieved from the confining fabric, before his lips descend on mine and I let out a moan of relief. His hands come around to my arse and he pulls me up against him. The feeling of his clothing against my skin makes me aware that he’s still fully dressed.
Suddenly I’m being lifted and placed on the edge of the counter. Blake pulls his lips from mine before kissing and licking across my jaw, down my neck and over my swollen breasts. My head falls back, banging into the cabinet behind me when he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth through the fabric of my bra.
“Fuck, Blake, fuck,” I moan as he
continues to suck, driving me crazy. When he pulls back, the cool air against my wet skin make my nipples harden to the point of pain. “Oh God yes.”
His lips continue over my stomach before I’m pulled to the very edge of the counter. I put my palms out behind me to try to steady myself as my legs get thrown over his shoulders and he leans in. I lose all focus when I feel his nose run over me.
“Oh shit.”
He repeats the action, only harder this time, before replacing it with his tongue. His wet heat has me moaning for more. Fuck, it’s been so long since I felt anything close to this. I’m suddenly ravenous for more.
“What do you want, Addision?”
“You.”
“What exactly?”
“Your mouth,” I pant, getting more and more frustrated that he’s stopped to have a conversation about it.
“Where?”
“On me…I want your fucking mouth on me now.” That was what he wanted, because I feel the fabric of my knickers pulled to the side before his mouth is exactly where I want it, licking, sucking, and totally consuming me.
“Fuck, yes,” I shout, leaning farther into him.
The feeling of his fingers sliding into me pushes me over the edge and my whole body ignites in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. All these weeks of anticipation were definitely worth it.
He continues until I stop pulsing with release. When he sits back and looks at me, his is face full of achievement.
“No need to look so smug,” I pant out.
His returning smile lights up his face.
Fuck, I need more of Blake McCarthy, right fucking now. As if he can read my mind, he stands up and lifts me from the counter. I expect him to take me into the living room, but instead, I’m deposited on the dining table. He makes sure I’m safe before stepping back. His eyes drop to my breasts once again before he gives me something to look at by undoing his shirt and dropping it to the floor, quickly followed by his trousers.
I bite down on my bottom lip as I let my eyes roam. I know he’s ripped, it’s obvious with his clothes on. But fuck me, he’s a fucking God. His eyes come to mine as he puts his thumbs into the waist of his boxers. I already know it’s going to be impressive from the tenting going on, but I can’t wait to see all of him.
His hands move and I break my eyes from his, watching intently as he lowers the fabric and kicks them off.
“Now,” is the only word I can get out, because oh my fucking God!
Blake takes my instruction seriously and in seconds, my knickers are joining his clothes on the floor and he’s between my legs.
I feel him teasing my entrance but instead of thrusting inside me like I was expecting, he reaches forward and grabs the back of my neck so he can pull me in to kiss him. It goes on forever while his other hand gets me ready for what’s to come.
When he pulls back, his eyes are dark and hooded and he has a small smile on his face. That soon changes when he looks down to where we’re about to be connected. His eyes come back to mine, his smile gone. “I don’t have a condom. I’m clean.”
“Me too, and I’m on the pill.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, wasting no time in lining up with me.
The second I feel him start to push in, my arms give way and I lie back on the table. He continues pushing until he’s as deep as he can go. It’s slightly uncomfortable after so long, but so fucking good.
I pull my eyes open and find him stood with his shut and his head thrown back. All the muscles in his neck are pulled tight. I’m not sure if he’s restraining himself from going too fast or trying to keep it together. Either way, it’s a delicious sight, and I caused it, whatever his reaction right now.
After a few seconds, he seems to right himself and he looks down at me.
“Okay?” he mouths, and I nod in response.
His grip on my hips tightens as he pulls almost all the way out of me before sliding right back in.
“Oh God, so good,” I mutter when he hits me deep, making lights flash behind my eyes.
I force my eyes open so I can look at him. I don’t want to miss this. One look at his body, all his muscles pulled tight, and I know it’s an image that I’m going to remember for a long time.
“Addison,” he groans, “you there?”
“Uh huh,” I mutter as I continue watching him thrust in and out of me, teetering on the edge of falling over into my second orgasm.
He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts them. My head falls back against the table and my eyes roll with how this new position feels. Blake’s speed increases and it’s not long before the table below me is banging into the wall with his force.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeat as I start to fall into another intense release.
Blake follows a few seconds later with the most feral growl I think I’ve ever heard before folding over on top of me. Sweaty hot skin to sweaty hot skin.
“Fuck,” he pants after a few seconds of silence.
“Yeah, fuck,” I reply with a laugh, because there isn’t really any other way to describe what just happened.
A minute or two later and I’m on the move. Blake peels my back from the wooden tabletop and carries me into the bathroom, where he tenderly cleans me up. I’m on the brink of tears as I stand and watch him grab a cloth and turn to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks in panic when he sees my wet eyes.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” I say it with a smile but he still looks at me cautiously.
Once he’s finished, he carries me into the living room. I want to say I can walk myself, but being in his arms feels too damn good—plus, I’m not actually sure my legs would be stable after that. I get placed down on Aunt Addy’s chair while Blake starts turning the sofa into a bed. I push thoughts of this all happening in Aunt Addy’s house aside and just enjoy my view. Blake’s arse is something dreams are made of.
“Are you putting me to bed?” I eventually ask when he has the duvet and pillows in place.
“I guess you could say that. We won’t be sleeping though,” he admits, a twinkle in his eye.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Earlier was just a prelude.”
“Oh,” I say, my girly parts starting to wake up once again.
Suddenly, I’m pulled from the chair and thrown onto the bed. “Let’s celebrate your birthday properly,” he says with the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen. No woman could turn that proposition down.
Chapter Seven
The sound of the doorbell drags me kicking and screaming from the best sleep of my life.
“Ugh,” I groan as I roll on to my back. “Blake, I need coffee. Strong coffee.”
No response.
I roll over to my side and I’m just about to shove his shoulder to wake him up when I open my eyes.
Empty.
“Blake?” I call.
No response.
He’s gone.
The doorbell goes again, reminding me why I’m awake. I pull the covers back and look down at my naked body. There are red marks on my breasts from Blake’s lips; just the sight stirs something inside me. I shake the thoughts away. He’s gone. Our time together clearly didn’t have the same impact on him. I throw my dressing gown over me and head to the front door. The deliveryman is halfway down the drive when I get there but he comes back when I call out and gives me a box. I don’t miss the double look I get; I haven’t seen myself yet, I can only imagine the state I’m in right now.
“Thank you,” I call after him.
I place the box on the table in favour of coffee. Tea is usually my go-to drink but when I’ve had a night of too much alcohol and not enough sleep, coffee is the only way to go. My phone rings while I’m waiting for the kettle. Hoping it’s Blake, I rush into the living room. As happy as I am to see that my solicitor’s still alive, I ignore it because I will definitely need caffeine in my system for that conversation.
I place my steaming mug down on the coffee table and grab the box t
hat was delivered earlier. I’m not surprised when I pull it open to find a card inside wishing me a happy birthday from Juliette, Hugo and the kids. I don’t think she’s ever managed to remember anyone’s birthdays correctly—she’s even struggled with her own before now.
Smiling to myself at her uselessness, I continue to unwrap the presents inside. I laugh to myself when I see the contents. She’s been banging on about me reading them forever. By the time I’ve finished, I’ve got the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy along with two other series I’ve heard her talk about. I promised her years ago that I would read them but I never had time to order them, let alone open them.
I grab my phone and text her.
Me: Thank you for my mummy porn. Looking forward to meeting Mr. Grey!
Juliette: You’re welcome. Are you proud I got the right day this year?
I don’t have the heart to burst her bubble so I text back yes before making a start on my coffee.
Once I think I’m ready, I grab my phone again and dial my solicitor.
“Hi, it’s Addison Chapman-Webb. I’ve had a voicemail—”
“I’ll put you through now,” the assistant says, interrupting me.
“Mrs Chapman-Webb, how are you?” Sarah the solicitor greets cheerfully.
“It’s Addison,” I correct, hating the sound of my married name, “and I’m fine, thank you. I was expecting to hear from you before now. What’s going on?”
“Things haven’t really gone as I was expecting.”
“Oh.”
“Are you sitting down?”
“Yes, go on.”
“There’s no money, Addison.”
“What? We’ve got thousands that have been put away in accounts over the past few years. You need to look harder.”
“I’ve looked,” she says sadly. “Addison, your husband—”
“Ex-husband,” I snap.
“Yes, your ex-husband has a gambling problem. There’s nothing. He’s virtually bankrupt.”
“This is a joke, right?”
“I’m so sorry, Addison.”
I take a few deep breaths as I let what she just said settle in.
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