INICIAR SESIÓNBlake's POVI stood there for another long moment, listening to the silence beyond the door. Then I turned back to survey the disaster we had left the office in. Evidence of what we'd done written across every surface. I got to work.First, I gathered the papers, sorting them quickly into piles, salvageable, needs reprinting, trash. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. I had never been this reckless, but with Cassie now it was like I couldn't help myself now that I'd had her. Not even Melissa... Cassie was right, she had made herself more available.My jacket went on the back of my chair. The food into the trash. I wiped down my desk with the napkins from the bag, then straightened the items that remained, laptop that hung on the edge. Five minutes and the office looked almost normal. I grabbed my spare shirt from the closet, changing quickly. It was better to start fresh and not have Cassie's scent all over me, too much of a distraction.'I love him.' I couldn't get t
Blake's POVI stood there in the wreckage of my office, watching the door shut behind Cassie. I stood there still half dressed.What the fuck had I just done?I'd had sex with her. Again. In my office, during work hours, with my assistant right outside the door. After telling myself I needed distance and answers, to figure out who she really was before I let this go any further.And instead, I'd bent her over my desk and fucked her like an animal. Not like she had complained.I ran a hand through my hair, looking at the mess. Papers scattered across the floor. Coffee spilled on the surface of my desk and food bags on the floor. My jacket somewhere on the floor with her scent all over it because we had to use it to stop her from crying out, as I pounded her pussy.I needed to clean this up. Needed to get myself together before my next meeting. I did not want everyone in the room knowing what I had been up to. If needed, I did have a change of clothes. I started buttoning up the rest of
"Can't answer with my hand here, can you?" Blake's smile was wicked, dangerous, and so fucking sexy I nearly came from the look alone. "Guess you'll have to show me instead. Show me how much you want this."His fingers pressed harder, finding that perfect spot with unerring accuracy, and I bit down on a moan against his palm. The desk was hard beneath me, the edge digging into my thighs, papers crinkling under my ass, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the heat building low in my belly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter like a spring wound too tight."That's it," Blake murmured, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made me feel stripped bare in ways that had nothing to do with my jeans around my ankles. "Let me see it. Let me see you fall apart."He slid two thick fingers into my channel with little warning, making me arch my back into him with a strangled sound against his palm. The stretch was perfect, the fullness exactly what I needed, and I was already so wet
Fawn's POVThat stung. I knew I shouldn't let it, but it did. I didn't look up at him, just undid the button, then the next one. "I can't explain what happened to me in that coma, Blake. I can't tell you why I'm different or how I'm different or if it's permanent. All I can tell you is that right now, in this moment, I want you. And I think you want me too. Can't we just live in the moment? Life has no guarantees. Either of us could die tomorrow. If I turn back into the evil witch you hate so much, you can divorce me."His other hand moved to my hip, his grip firm. "This is a mistake.""Probably." I finished unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it open to reveal the hard planes of his chest. "But we're going to make it anyway. I need you."Blake's eyes darkened, that careful control starting to slip. "You're playing with fire.""Then burn me. Just make it good," I whispered. I could feel my nipples as they beaded in my bra, already so sensitive, begging for his touch.He made a sound low in
Fawn's POVHe stood behind his massive desk, phone still in hand from whatever call I'd interrupted, watching me with those sharp gray eyes that saw too damn much.I stepped inside, closing the door on Melissa standing outside judging me, then made a split-second decision. I turned back and locked the door with a decisive click before facing Blake again.Blake's eyebrow rose. "Really?"I shrugged. "Let's just say I trust Melissa even less than I trusted Lena. She'll find any reason to walk in here. Probably with some urgent document that absolutely can't wait for your signature."Blake's jaw tightened slightly. "She's my assistant. She has a right to access my office.""Not when your wife is here," I said sweetly, moving to set the bag of food and coffee down on his desk. "Unless you want her barging in while we're having a private conversation? I mean I'm sure she would be dying to join us.""Is that what we're having?" Blake moved around the desk, his movements almost predatory. I c
Fawn's POV The elevator doors opened onto the executive floor, and I stepped out, balancing the coffee carrier and bag of food. I turned left and saw a set of double doors, the only set I could see, and headed in that direction. One door was open, so I just walked straight in. She sat at a large desk just inside the room. Another set of double doors sat on her right. They had to lead to Blake's office. She was typing away on her computer with perfectly manicured nails. She looked up as I approached, and I watched her expression shift from professional politeness to thinly veiled hostility in the space of a heartbeat. Interesting. So that's how we're playing this. Oh, goodie, this was going to be so much fun. I had forgotten about her. "Mrs. Huntington," she said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "I wasn't aware you had an appointment." "I don't need an appointment to see my husband," I said pleasantly, setting the coffee carrier down on the edge of her desk. "Is he available?" Me
Fawn's POVBecause he dipped his head, closing that last inch between us, and his mouth found mine.The first kiss in the hospital had been different; all shock and adrenaline and pent-up everything. This one landed slower… but it hit just as hard.I made a small sound without meaning to, something
Fawn’s POVOf course it was psych time. We’d done the poking, the tapping, the lights-in-the-eyes; now they needed to make sure I wasn’t going to flip a table or start speaking in tongues. Fair, I guess. But who could blame me for being a little freaked out? I was a body snatcher.“As long as you’re
Fawn’s POVBy mid-morning, I’d learned three things.One: hospital gowns were designed by people who hated joy. I mean, who likes their ass on show? Unless you were a stripper, that is. I had never seen a stripper, but they did shake their bare asses in men’s faces from what I understand. It’s how t
Fawn’s POVI waited until the room cleared, until the last nurse checked my vitals and promised to be right back, before carefully swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My muscles responded with surprising strength. Yeah, I was a little shaky, but nothing like what six months of bed rest should







