“Take a seat while I sort dinner out.”
“Blake, we need to talk.”
“I agree, but maybe after dinner…” He was interrupted by her stomach making itself known.
“Okay,” she laughed as she rubbed her belly.
“You want something to drink with this?”
“Do you have any cider?”
Emily watched as Blake got the meal and their drinks together. He did everything with ease.
“This is good.” Emily took a bite of the food, realizing that she had demolished almost half her plate.
“I can see. It's nice to find a female who enjoys her food.”
“Ha, we’re not all like Vivian and need to keep an eye on our figures.” Her mind suddenly went back to how the woman had picked at her food last night as she repeated her words when Blake asked if she was hungry.
“About Vivian...”
“Yes?”
“I want you to realize that you’re important to me, Em. I don't want her to get between what is happening to us... and I realize that I need to get her to not lean on me so much. She represents my past and everything I thought I had lost.”
“I spoke to Cain this morning. I ran into him at the cafe. I don't want her to become an issue between us either, Blake, but I'm not going to settle for being second best. I want a man who's going to put me first.”
“I want to be that man, Emily. You need to give me a chance.”
“I owe you an apology. You make me feel things that I haven't felt before, and it makes me fly off the handle. I shouldn't have walked out of the hotel on you. Can you forgive me?”
“There's nothing to forgive, Emily. You did the right thing.”
“Okay then, so where do we go now?”
“How about you finish up the food and we go watch a movie together?”
It had been a fun evening. She had felt more herself with a stomach full of food, and Blake had been a gentleman all evening. Even though she hadn't wanted him to be, her skin was crawling from having been so close to him all evening. She had snuggled into him on the couch, her head resting on his chest, his arm around her. His fingers had trailed patterns on her arm in a distracting way throughout the movie. They were back to how there were before the 'spa night'.
Emily decided to take matters into her own hands to confirm if everything really was alright between them. She moved her hand down his jeans, circling his left thigh, moving it up and down and getting closer and closer to his groin.
“You're playing with fire, Em.”
“I know. How about you put out the fire for me?” she arched a brow up at him.
“You've had a long day, Em. Are you sure?”
Emily jumped up from the couch, her hands going to her hips as she stared down at him.
“I am not five years old, Blake,” she huffed, moving towards the hallway.
“Where you going?”
“To your room. I have an ache I need to get rid of.”
Emily could hear Blake rearing up off the couch behind her, his stride faster than hers as he raced over to her.
“Well, I can help with that.” She felt his firm arms catch her around the waist as he put the other hand under her knees, easily lifting her up into her arms.
“Blake!”
“Yes?” Blake raised his eyebrow as he threw her onto the mattress in his room, following her down and locking her beneath him. She couldn't move.
Blake leaned in for a kiss. She could feel the depth of passion he was holding back. Emily raised her hand to his face and deepened the kiss. It seemed that Blake took this as the signal he had been waiting for. She heard him groan as he deepened the kiss, his wicked tongue plunging her depth. He lowered his head started to nip small kisses along her neck. His lips then wandered up and down to her earlobe.
“You're unleashing a beast here, Emily.” His voice was raspy with need.
“I'm sure, Blake. I ache for you. I want you to fill me up. Warm me up and make me yours,” Emily felt a sense of urgency coming over her.
Blake's eyes raked badly over her face. She didn't know what he saw, but it must have convinced him of her words.
Emily felt a rush of pink stain her checks. His large hand rested on her left cheek. He held it gently, and with a growl, he swept her up and laid her back on the bed, her hair splaying out over the duvet cover. His head went back down her neck as he trailed a kiss path towards the v-neck and snaps holding her shirt closed. She could feel her panties were damp with need.
He reared back without warning, pulling his t-shirt over his head. “I want to feel your breasts against my chest. They have been taunting me. I'm going to make those nipples hard. Stand to attention for me.”
His hand went to the snaps on the front, and with motion, ripped open her shirt.
“Good thing those are snaps,” Emily hugged out. “I would be out of clothes quickly with your caveman behavior.” His sense of urgency and strength turned her on.
“Mine,” he growled playfully back. He moved to unhook her bra, drawing the straps of her bra down her arms and causing her breasts to spring free.
His mouth dropped to her breast, working and licking both, sucking her nipples. He was doing precisely what he said he would. The pleasure was so intense it was incredible.
“Mmm… the babies taste so good.” A rumble of pleasure went through her body as he used his hands to gently pinch her nipples, causing an intense reaction in her pussy. He kissed his way down her body and came to a stop when he met her jeans. He made quick work of removing her last item of clothing. Then, gently sitting her back on the bed, as he tossed the jeans over his shoulder, he pulled her left leg up and kissed his way back up her leg. As he came to her inner thighs, his massive shoulders pushed open her thighs. He then started to lick down her clit, causing Emily to rear up on the bed in pleasure. The man sure knew how to use his tongue for good. Blake slid a finger inside her, working it deeply. The pleasure built and built as he tongued her clit, and then he moved away before coming back, teasing her. She cried out at the pleasure.
“Blake, please.” She was desperate for him, her body shaking with her hunger for him.
“I need you inside me,” she panted, out of breath.
“I will, in due course. I want you to come all over my tongue. First, now say ‘pretty please’.”
She looked down to Blake's face between her thighs, his face glistening in her juices, his lips stretched into a grin.
“Pretty please,” she gasped, her orgasm rising with every flick of his tongue against her clit. He kept sucking and licking, and thrust his finger deep inside her. She felt the orgasm crash over her, the pleasure causing her to grip his hair in case he moved away.
She was panting hard when she opened her eyes to see the sight of Blake shoving his jeans down, his cock tenting his black boxers.
He'd somehow managed to toe his boats off and get his jeans down quickly. For such a large man, he was very flexible. His golden abs winked at her. She wanted to taste them. She could feel her desire rising again, despite the pleasure that he had rung from her moving through her veins.
He held up a small foil square. “Always be prepared around you.”
“I like a man who's prepared for everything.” Emily felt a crazy smile come out. “Now, is that a banana in your pouch for me?” she gently teased Blake, her eyes twinkling at him, causing a surprised laugh to fall from his lips.
“You’re full of surprise, lady. Now, you're going to be full of me.” He pulled his cock out of his boxers, the purple head leaking pre-cum. He shimmed them down his legs. He placed the condom on before gently settling between her through his hips, forcing her to open wide. He started to kiss her as tingles went from the top of her head to her feet. She was still coming down from her previous orgasm. She could feel him sliding into her pussy, the stretch and burn as he filled her up caused her to shudder in pleasure.
“I'm going to be so deep inside of you you won't remember anyone e
lse,” he growled in promise.
“Promises, promises,” Emily looked into his face. His eyes were blazing down at her, his brown eyes molten with passion for her.
He started to move, pounding his cock in and out in quick thrusts. His hands clamped onto her hips. The heat within her was building. She could feel herself clamping down on his cock, her orgasm just out of reach. She could see Blake straining his face as he reached for his own peak. He moved his hand down to where they were joined together.
“Coming, ready or not.” He gave a quick flick to her clit, the pleasure and pain sent her over the edge.
He thrust hard and deep, the pleasure spiraling out of control. She felt her pussy clamping down on his cock, squeezing it for all it was worth. Her limbs didn't feel connected; all she could feel was him deep inside her.
Blake kept his eyes locked on Emily's face as she came. The flush on her face as she relaxed into the pleasure was the biggest high. The heat from her pussy burned him up. Watching the expression on her face as she had succumbed to her orgasm had tipped him over; he had felt his cum spurting hard and long into the condom with great force.
“F**k, Emily,” he grunted. She felt so damn good. He felt the pleasure from his head to his feetit was that explosive. He panted as he came down from the high, looking at her face to check she was alright. He had wanted to plunge, staring in and feeling her pussy, but he had managed to hold back from completing going caveman. Satisfied didn't even begin to describe how he felt.
He could watch her come forever; it made him feel about ten feet tall. He gently gripped her head. “You’re mine, Emily. The way you make me feel is incredible.”
Drained, he lay there for a second before moving off. Emily didn't complain about him squashing the breath out of her. He moved her into his arms; he didn't want to let her go.
“Sorry for squashing you,” Blake nibbled on her ear.
“I didn't mind it.”
He felt her shiver as he smoothed his hand down her body.
“Cold?”
“No, just happy. The heat is fine.” She snuggled further into the side of him.
She wiggled and his cock decided to make its presence known, even though he had just come. They both groaned. He turned her on her side so he could kiss her.
“I'll talk to him.”
He felt Emily's hand circling his cock.
“Emily,” he cautioned, trying to hold back the punch of need to his gut. She made a humming noise and her hands continued to circle his cock and move up and down. He felt her hands at his shoulder, trying to apply pressure to push him to his back. His mind was guided by what she was suggesting, while his cock taking over his thoughts hungry for more.
“Emily…” he found himself flopping back onto the bed. As she climbed over and settled her pussy on his hips.
“Hmm… I love this. I love what you make me feel. You’re not going to tell me you’re not up for it, are you?” Emily studied his cock.
He raised his head and kissed each nipple, her breasts swaying slightly as she pushed down. The pop of her nipple leaving his mouth echoed through the room.
“So damn sexy. Like I could say no to you…”
17
Emily poured the tea into her cup. Only Blake would have a fancy teapot with all the fixings. She was enjoying the view from his apartment that morning, the town only just getting up. The sun glistened off the mirrored finish of the lake. Blake had already left for his offices after telling her to stay as long as she wanted. Emily had kissed him goodbye as they discussed her plans for the day. She wanted to go back to the studio and clean the mess up, but while she was enjoying the morning, a part of her itched to investigate his space while he wasn't home. She picked up the paper to read as a distraction. She wasn't going to be one of those girlfriends she promised herself.
“What the f**k?“ Emily swallowed her tea before it choked her. She couldn't believe what she was seeinga photo of her and Blake in the spa that night. It was clear that neither of them were wearing clothes in the photo. She was pressed up against Blake's chest; at least her dignity was still somewhat intact. A segment of three photos showed their recognizable faces, and that they were 'Close Friends’” as the article implied. The report, in the business section, not the lifestyle section, meant more people would see it. She put her cup down and pulled the page closer to be able to read the article in full. She scanned side to side out the window to look if she could see anyone watching. Emily felt violated on viewing the intimate photos.
The article stated, “Man about town Blake Adams may be sowing the last of his wild oats before he gets ready to settle down with Vivian Shaw,” as the rumor mill held. Blake was seen here in his home base of Queenstown cavorting with well-known artist Emily Wilde. Emily gasped as she realized the article named her. It went on to give a little of Blake’s background, and then on hers, mentioning her mother and father, and that it was possible Blake had a thing for Wilde woman. The gossip colonist tried to make a play on her last name.
Emily froze in the chair as she viewed the newspaper article, unable to read anymore.
She couldn't get enough air into her lungs every time she glanced at the photos. She could only stare in horror as the intimate moment with Blake was now available for the world to view. She looked like a porn star.
“On my god, this can't be happening.” Emily placed a hand on her stomach, dropping the paper to the table as tears welled up in her eyes. She hadn't done anything wrong; after all, she was in her own home. Emily gulped in a couple of deep breaths, trying to settle herself.
“Why, the double lying horn dog…” Emily yelled across the room as the details of the article went through her mind again. the article implied Blake had given Vivian an engagement ring. is that why he'd been acting all guilty last night?
Suddenly, her cellphone jangled in the morning air.
“Hello?” Emily picked up the phone on autopilot.
“Emily?”
Her heart stopped beating. Just the sound of that dark, powerful voice made every muscle in her body tense with angry excitement, love, hate, and...
“Emily, are you there?”
“Yes,” Emily cleared her dry throat.
“Sugar,” he said with grave urgency. “I have just seen an article in the newspaper, and I wanted to.”
Emily slammed down the phone and sat staring at it as her heart thundered, wondering what she could do. The phone rang again. She picked it up angrily.
“Yes?”
“Emily, don't hang up. I need to...”
“You need to what, Blake,” she snapped as anger whipped through her body.
“I've seen the article, Blake. No need to explain anything.”
“Sugar, I'll make her pay for this...”
Emily slammed the phone down again, unable to deal with the situation. The fury in his voice came through clearly.
The phone rang again. She could feel Blake’s angry radiation through the line, the sharp noise taking on a new meaning. She let it go to the answerphone.
Blake's voice was passionate as he urged her to pick up the phone.
“Pick up the phone, Emily.”
Emily sat there, listening to his voice rising with fury when she didn't pick up the phone.
“I'm not leaving a personal message on this blasted answerphone, Emily,“ he said harshly.
“You need to listen to me, sugar. I'm going to make her pay. There’s no truth in the article.” His deep voice curled around her body, but her hand hovered over the phone. No, she needed time to think this through. Who was attacking her like this? Talking to him was not going to help her sort this out. She snatched her hand back and walked out onto the deck.
Emily gazed out over the familiar view without really taking it in. Silent tears slid down her face.
“Blake... of Blake,” she whispered, needing his strong arms wrapped around her.
Emily did the only thing she could think ofshe bolted for home, quickly p
icking up her things as she fled the apartment.
Emily snuggled to open her eyes. Pain, sharp and biting, tore through her head, yanking her to full wakefulness. She groaned as she rolled over, the feeling of floorboards beneath her cheek. She closed her eyes as the bright afternoon sun met her eyes. A groan fell from her lips as her shoulder twinged in pain. Emily gasped as she realized she could not move her hands, terror exploding as she felt what she thought were zip ties biting into her wrists. Her wrists were tied behind her back and she could feel an ache in her shoulders. When she tried to move them to brace herself, she was trust up like a turkey.
What the hell? Someone hit me on the head… her memory was swirling around her as she tried to take a deep breath to calm the frightening realization of her situation.
She tried to think back, the pain in her head causing a fog. The last thing she remembered was storming out of the house heading towards the studio. Her emotions had been all over the place because of the newspaper article. She remembered hearing a noise behind her and turned to see what it was. Then, nothinglights out. someone had struck her with something, which explained the little men playing drums in her head.
Emily cautiously opened her eyes again, the bright light making her realize that she had not been unconscious for long. The floor looked like her kitchen floor, as did the cabinets next to her. Listening, she only heard the sounds of trees moving in the breeze. She rolled to her other side to get a view of the kitchen, looking for something to use. Trying to figure out how she would get out of the zip ties, nothing came to mind. Gazing around the room, she noticed she was in her kitchen, and there, sitting at the dining room table, was Vivian. She had her head in her hands and appeared to be gently rocking in the chair. Emily strained to try to look at her.
“Think, Vivian. Think. What do I do…” she smacked her hand against her head. It was a Vivian she had never seen before. She had disheveled hair and her shirt was untucked from her skirt. She was not wearing any shoes.
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