He knew he shouldn't. They'd be late, after all, but he slipped through the door and closed it behind him. He got a whiff of her tantalizing perfume, saw her leaning over the sink counter as she applied a little mascara to her already dark eyelashes, and when their eyes met, he felt electricity shoot through him. He knew he was in love, but he didn't know it could feel like a tidal wave crashing over him.
"We'll be late," she whispered, but he was already stepping out of his suit pants, then his boxers, and finally unbuttoning his white shirt. It slipped to the floor with the rest of his clothes as he maintained eye contact with her in the mirror. He caught the tiniest catch of her breath as she continued to apply her mascara.
He waited patiently, his hand caressing his hard length as he throbbed for her. By the time she was finished, he had it all planned out. He rolled on a condom, one of the ones he kept in his wallet lying on the counter, and gently slid down the black, silky material that hid her want for him. Blake watched her put away the mascara, saw her pop her lips as she evened out her lipstick, and stalked up behind her in a true predatory fashion.
"No, don't bend over," he told her as she proceeded to rest lazily on the counter with her elbows, watching him stalk her like a lion hunting the gazelle.
"Why not," she asked him lazily, breathily as she stood back up.
"Because I want to see every inch of you while I fuck you," he whispered as he came up behind her, letting his hard member rest against the small of her back. "Put on your heels," he demanded as he stepped away.
Aiyana did as she was told, walking daintily over to pick up her black, strappy heels with the glitter on the sole. She bent over, giving him a tantalizing view of her behind, the perfect curve of her womanly ass, and her glistening, swollen lips. Her feet slipped into them and she allowed him to pull her back in front of him again. This time, he knew he was right where he needed to be. He bent down at the knees, positioned himself, and slid into her.
She throbbed around him and gasped and he spread her legs a little further, gaining him more access. "Oh," she strung out the word in a whisper as his hands reached forward. He placed them on her flat stomach and felt her muscles clench when he drew back and thrust in.
"Don't move," he told her when she tried to bend over to support herself. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and used his free hand to massage her right breast until the nipple turned rock solid beneath his palm.
Aiyana could feel the way his hand shake when he moved it to her other breast, teasing the nipple into a hard peak. Her lips parted when he reached between her legs, still not moving inside her other than the way his cock pulsed and throbbed. "I want you to come for me," he whispered, his hot breath sliding across her earlobe and making her shiver.
"I already did, remember?" she asked him teasingly as she looked up to find his gaze in the mirror. His eyes had gone from the steely color they usually were to a much darker color. His pupils were going to eclipse his irises soon and his whole being was concentrating on her.
"Again," he demanded of her, finding her swollen clit and touching the sensitive flesh just above it. Her breasts swelled and her jaw slackened gently as she sucked in a deep breath. He knew he wasn't playing fair, demanding that she come while he was inside of her, not moving, but he enjoyed the way she submitted to him.
Her breath caught in her throat and he knew the moment he was about to feel her pulsing around him. It felt like a lifetime before he pinched her clit and rode the wave of her climax with her, thrusting in and out of her at the pace of her orgasm. "Oh, oh," she repeated and he allowed his arm to slacken as she leaned forward, her hands grasping the counter for support.
Blake positioned his warm hands on her hips as she pulled her back to him, driving into her as hard as he could. When he was sure she was on the brink of her second orgasm, he pulled out of her fully and slid back into her, leaning his chest into her back as he held onto her.
"Please, yes, please-" she screamed and he watched her face contort as she came around him hard. He reached between her legs from the front and felt the slick wetness of her on his fingers. He ran them down her labia, teasing the swollen, wet flesh and keeping her aroused while he waited for her to be ready again.
When she thought he was finished and he'd finally come inside of her, they were already half an hour late.
The two of them didn't walk into the party until well past ten in the evening, and Blake couldn't seem to keep his hands from finding innocent ways to brush against her back or her thighs throughout the night.
Chapter Three
"If you reach that hand up any higher, there's going to be a scandalous event at your party tonight," Aiyana whispered in his ear while she lifted her champagne glass with her right hand. They hadn't had a drink since Christmas, either one of them, but it was New Year's and she'd needed something to help her cool down.
"I'm hoping there might be," he whispered back to her as his pinky brushed against the inside, upper part of her left thigh.
"Blake, you were supposed to be here an hour and a half-" Julia stopped as soon as she realized she'd interrupted something and for the first time in his life, Blake saw her blush crimson just on her cheekbones. She swallowed and got herself back under control.
"Aiyana, this is Julia, my business partner." He told her politely as he stood, waiting for Julia to take a seat. She did, rather unladylike as she plopped into a chair and reached her hand across the table.
"We've met, it's nice to see you again," Aiyana said as she reached across and took it. Both women seemed to eye each other up a bit before they released their handshake and smiled politely.
"And you," Julia said before she snagged a glass of wine proffered to her by a waiter. "Anyway, you're late, but I think I can guess why." Her lip curled up into her infamous, Cheshire cat grin. Blake frowned as he wondered if Aiyana would be offended, but she seemed to take it all in good cheer.
"Blake had a wardrobe malfunction," Aiyana offered warmly before she took a sip of her champagne. It was her first glass and they'd been there for a while.
"Hah, that's a good one," Julia complimented before she turned her gaze on Blake. "I like her, you should keep her. I suppose she'll stay unless she finds out about that weird hobby of using a day planner." He supposed that was the best he was going to get from his partner and stifled an inward sigh. "Or the glass you installed that goes from clear to not so clear. Did you ask about that yet?"
"No, I haven't heard about it."
"Well, this is a really funny story-"
"Julia." Blake stated serenely as he raised one eyebrow.
"Blake." She responded as the grin came back.
"I think Aiyana can be spared the gory details of my work life." He said after two heartbeats.
"Oh, no, darling. I'm afraid I'm terribly interested about the magic glass." He felt his resolve weaken as she leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand.
Blake sat back and listened to the women chat about his nonexistent, scandalous love life at the office. Aiyana laughed at some parts, seemed defensively angry on his behalf at others, and seemed to honestly enjoy talking with the woman across the table from her. At least he could cross that one off the list. He wouldn't leave the woman he loved because of Julia's disapproval, but it was a relief to know she did.
"Let's dance," Aiyana said as she stood up and finished off her first, and most likely only, glass of alcohol for the evening. He understood her reserve considering it was more than just them, and he appreciated that she didn't want to get sloppy drunk in front of his employees.
"It'd be my pleasure," Blake told her as he stood and held out his hand to her. Julia had turned towards her left to chat with one of the men in accounting who had sat down next to her. She seemed to be having a candid discussion with him about paper clips, and Blake wasn't about to intervene.
He swept her onto the dance floor with more grace than he thought he had, and tried to remember the simple dance lessons he'd learned when he was a child. When he saw his dance partner smiling when he looked up, he realized he wasn't doing that fine of a job at it. "Don't tell me you can't dance, Blake Hanley."
"I'd be telling you a lie, then" he told her as he swung her around and tried to dip her. There were too many people in the way, so she was only a few inches away from him. The lights were dim, but he could see the twinkle in her eyes as if it were a bright, sunny day. She was inwardly laughing at him, and he felt embarrassment well welling up. There were things even a billionaire wasn't good at, and not enough money on the planet could turn him into a man who could sweep a woman off her feet just by dancing.