Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family)(36)

Charlie snaps his head up. "Sorry, I tend to lose myself in illustrations. These are very creative. What's your background?"

"I took a class at a community college, but mostly I'm self-taught."

Charlie nods. "How many illustrations do you have in total?"

"Lost count a few years back, but the number is in the hundreds."

"No better way to hone your craft than by continually using it. Our  imprint is company-fresh talent. We're looking to bring on board three  full-time illustrators, with a two-week training period right in the  beginning. The recruitment process is just about to start. Would you be  interested?"

Woooooooot! Hell yes! Breathe in, breathe out, Clara. Sound polite. Do  not let your crazy come out right now. You can do a happy dance later.  It might involve Blake, and we might be naked.

"Yes, very interested."

"Excellent. I think you'd be a match for us. Go on our homepage, you'll  find the job posting there. Apply and you'll hear from us. Best of  luck."

I'm still dizzy when Charlie leaves, which is when I unleash my crazy, smothering Blake with kisses.

"Congratulations, babe," he says when I give him the chance to breathe. Then I attack him again.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Oh snap. I'm in love with this man. Head over heels in love,  earth-shattering love, and any number of euphemisms are appropriate to  describe what I feel. The more exaggerated the more appropriate.

I jump into his arms, kissing him even more energetically than before.  Blake stumbles backward until we arrive at the counter. He lifts me onto  it, pulling away a few inches.

"Clara, wait. I'm losing control here."

"Where's the problem?" I ask wickedly. "Your team won't arrive for eons."

"Babe, I have a dangerous effect on you, and I plan to take advantage of it."

Lifting me off the counter, he leads me into that tiny back room where  he did wicked things to me that night right before we made love for the  first time. Since I was hanging around the apartment, I'm wearing a  rather loose dress, which Blake seems to find particularly amusing. The  second we're in the small office, he pushes me against the closed door,  cinching my dress up, then pulling it over my head, leaving me in my  underwear only.

His eyes darken as his gaze slides down to my see-through bra, then lower to the silk thong.

"You're fucking sexy. I want you to keep these on."

"Whatever you say, boss." I'm not entirely sure how keeping my panties on will work, but I trust the master.

He cocks a brow. "Thought I wasn't the boss of you."

"Not in general, just in the bedroom, or the office."

Staring me straight in the eyes, he lowers his hands, stroking my slit  over the silk once. I'm slick the next second, my knees buckling from  the unexpected burst of pleasure. He smiles wickedly as he strokes  again, and a new wave of heat rushes through me. My nipples press  against my bra, bringing pleasure and torture in equal measures.  Watching me, he repeats the movement, until my panties are so soaked  through that I'm almost ashamed. But shame doesn't keep me from coming  hard. My hips swivel against his hand. Sweet baby Jesus on a unicorn. He  made me climax by only touching me over my panties.                       
       
           


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"How can you do this every time?" I whisper, lacing my arms over his shoulders, because my legs are shaking.

"What?"

"Bring me to your mercy?"

"It's the easiest thing in the world because you're so responsive to me. We're doing this together."

Eyeing the bulge in his jeans, I undo the button and lower the zipper,  relieving some of the pressure. I want to take care of him. When I slip  my hand in his boxers, he lets out a deep groan.

"Fuck, if I'm not going to be inside you in five seconds I will explode.  See? I'm at your mercy too." He moves us from the door to the desk,  then opens a drawer, retrieving a small pack of condoms.

"Brought these here after our first night. Knew we'd make it back here eventually."

"Let me put it on."

With shaky hands, I undo the foil, then roll it on, feeling him pulse under my touch. I want this to be good for him.

I want to make this so good that he won't want to let me go.

It's crazy, I know, but I've never wanted anything more than I want  Blake. Pushing the fabric of my thong to one side, he hoists me up on  the edge of the desk, then slides inside me in one fierce move.

"Fuck, I love how tight you are after you come."

Feeling him stretching me out all at once nearly whips my breath away.  Drawing circles around my nipples over my bra, he pushes in and out with  deep, measured strokes, sending pleasure rippling along my nerve  endings. Light-headed, I cling to him at first, then perch my hands on  the edge of the desk, grounding myself so I can meet his thrusts with my  own. Nothing is fast enough. Nothing is deep enough. My craving for  this man is insatiable.

A faint crack has us both stopping, listening intently.

"What was that?" I ask. Blake pushes the desk a tad, and another crack follows.

He grins. "The table's gonna give out."

Well, first time I'm having furniture-breaking sex, that's for sure.

"Let's not make this poor desk crumble," he says, helping me off it,  leading me to the chair of all places. How on earth will we-

"Perch one foot on the seat. Keep your hands on the backrest."

Ah, but of course. My imagination can't keep up with his expertise.

"Lose the panties first."

"But I want to keep them on like you said," I challenge, throwing him a seductive look over my shoulder.

In response, he gives me a light smack on each ass cheek. My muscles contract instantly as I exhale sharply.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. I like everything you do to me, Blake. Everything."

With a knowing smile, he pushes my panties down, lowering himself on his  haunches. I turn my head, fixing my gaze on my hands, bracing myself. I  have a feeling I'm going to need it.

He cuffs my ankles with his hands briefly before rasping out, "Step out of your panties."

I do as he says, shuddering in anticipation.

"Do you want me to take off the bra and shoes too?" I ask shyly.

"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.                       
       
           


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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."