Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family #7)(67)

         
       
        

"No. Keep those."

When he rises to his feet, he licks me right where the thong was seconds before between my cheeks. I grip the chair so tight that my knuckles pale.

"How close are you to climaxing?"

My entire body is tight, buzzing like a livewire.

"Very."

He slides inside me, bringing one hand in the front.

"I'm just going to touch your clit. I won't move. I want to feel you come while I'm inside you once."

His words alone nearly send me over the edge. Feeling him so deep inside me while he touches my clit is too much. It's all too damn much. So much tension. So much pleasure. So much Blake.

I cry out when I climax, and Blake starts rocking in and out of me while I'm still riding the wave, spasming around him. The heightened sensations send me onto another wave. I don't know when the first orgasm ends and the second one begins.

As Blake rasps out his own relief, I allow myself to wonder for the very first time, what would it be like if Blake fell in love with me? What would it take to make him fall for me?





CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Blake

"Mr. Evans, follow me. Mr. Shepperd and Mr. Meyer are waiting for you in the meeting room."

I follow the secretary down a narrow corridor, then step through the door she opens for me. I made an appointment with Clara's ex-boss, Quentin Meyer, and Ryan Shepperd, the head of that trashy gossip segment We See You, using a fake name.

I suspected that Shepperd imbecile would not give up on his goal just because he doesn't have a story or a source. I know how these people work. If they don't find anything, they start making shit up. Which is why I had a detective dig deeper. Turns out I was right. They concocted a story ‘revealing' Sebastian's double life. They plan to run it as their lead segment next week, to kick off August with a bang. They're going to change that plan drastically after this meeting. I'm making them change it.

The second I'm inside the room, their faces become ashen. As head of that trashy gossip segment, I was sure Shepperd would know exactly who I am, but it's a nice surprise that so does Quentin Meyer, judging by his wide eyes.

"What is the meaning of this?" Shepperd asks, standing.

"You're Blake Bennett," Meyer comments, rising to his feet too.

"We've got that out of the way, then. Excellent. Let's begin."

"Wait a minute!" Meyer exclaims. "No one will begin anything. You entered this building using lies-"

"Lies! Yes, let's talk about that." I sit at their meeting table, making myself at home. "I happen to know you plan to run a false story about my oldest brother." 

Shepperd narrows his eyes. Meyer jerks his head back.

"I'm going to make this simple for you, gentlemen." Both gape at me as I push two stacks of papers in their directions. "You're going to sign these, and if you ever talk or write about my family, you're going to pay for it."

The two men look too stunned to speak for a few moments, then Shepperd starts.

"Freedom of the press-"

"Does not give you free reign to lie," I say coldly. "Do libel and defamation ring a bell?"

Shepperd smirks, but Meyer starts reading the document in front of him.

I have a team of lawyers who can build a solid case of libel and defamation on short notice, which is how fake stories usually die. Some have a very wrong idea of what freedom of the press means compared to what the law actually states.

If all that fails, good old threatening and bribing shuts people up, at least for a while. It's my least favorite mode of operation because not only does it feel like rewarding those bastards, but it also leaves the door open for them to try to extort us later down the road. That's why bribing usually comes with some solid threatening and intimidating.

Right now, they are both reading the documents in front of them, and I can practically see the color drain out of them. Good.

"You can't-this is insane," Shepperd mutters. "I run a gossip segment-"

"So glad you brought that up. You aren't running it anymore."

"What?"

"Ring up Sheldon," I say, referring to the person right above him in the hierarchy. "You'll find out he's waiting for your resignation." Turning to Meyer, I say, "The same is true for you."

"Are you insane?" Meyer exclaims. "Horowitz-"

"Hates your guts, as does half the network." As do I. Just imagining this slimeball making Clara's life hard is enough to make me want to punch him. His willingness to sell out my family only adds gasoline to the fire. "So, don't let the door hit you on your way out. But before, you'll both sign those documents, or I will make your lives very hard."