Page 86 of Because of Blake
I reach down, undoing his belt and slacks. They slide down his legs to crumple around his ankles. My eyes don’t leave his erection, taunting me from inside his boxer briefs. As I reach for him, Blake grabs my wrist and spins me around to face the dryer.
Sidling up behind me, he grips one hip with a warm palm. The other hand runs up my back, stopping between my shoulder blades and pushing me over. Once I’m in the right position, he twists his fingers into my hair and slides his other hand around to settle between my thighs.
He leans over me, his chest against my back, erection against my ass, and puts his lips to my ear. “Don’t get too loud.” And with that, Blake pushes my panties aside and slides himself into me.
We both gasp and my knees nearly give out, but Blake holds me up. It’s been too long since we’ve had sex, and this not only feels amazing, but the thrill of being somewhere we shouldn’t is more of a turn on than I expected.
Blake takes a second to collect himself, then starts thrusting. His hand between my thighs finds my clit and makes circles. It’s all I can do to not scream his name, but it’s entirely too hard. As is he. I don’t know if it’s been so long I’ve forgotten what he feels like, but Blake’s cock seems to be at 110% tonight. Not that I’m complaining. As Blake picks up speed, I find it more and more difficult to control myself and I start calling out his name.
He leans down and whispers, “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop fingering you and cover your mouth.”
That’s it. I’m done. This man has made me putty in his hands, almost literally. I hold out for another few seconds before I succumb to this incredible orgasm and tighten around Blake. He thrusts a few more times, allowing me to ride this wave to its fullest extent before letting go himself.
He kisses the top of my back and around my shoulder before he pulls out, grabbing a rag on the washer to clean me up. “Sorry, Joanna,” he says with a laugh and tosses the rag into a hamper.
“Call it collateral damage for what Mark did to you.”
Blake laughs harder as he pulls my dress up over my hips, helping me slip my arms under the sleeves, and zips me up. He dresses himself and we both take a moment to ensure we are party presentable before I unlock the door.
As Blake pulls me to him for one last kiss, the shouts of drunk party guests counting down the Times Square Ball Drop reverberate through the tiny laundry room.
“Happy New Year, Maggie.”
“Happy New Year,” I repeat as Blake’s lips meet mine.
The kiss is different, more personal, more intentional. It’s like this experience opened us up. Not only the intimate conversation which brought us closer together, but a new sexual escapade, the likes of which I’ve never done in my life. It was thrilling beyond belief. Between the two events of the night, we’ve unlocked an entirely new level of intimacy and I’m excited to see where it leads us.
Chapter twenty-six
Valentine’sDaycomesandI don’t even realize it until I’m getting the kids ready for school and they’re both dressed in red.
“What’s with the matching shirts?” I ask.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, remember?” Sydney replies with arched eyebrows.
I smack my forehead. “Of course. I’ve been so busy with work, I completely forgot.”
“And did you forget me and Dylan are staying at Kelsey’s?”
Oh, shit.“Yes, I did.”
“And you have a date.”
“Okay, okay, Syd. I get it. Now, get out of here before you’re late.”
Sydney giggles as she and Dylan leave the house.
How could I forget about my Valentine’s date with Blake? Ever since our fight at Christmas, Blake has been extra cautious about not stepping on Charlie’s toes. It makes me feel bad, but also warms me he’s so understanding. I hope I didn’t scare him, though. Charlie never was big on Valentine’s Day, so I told Blake he was safe to plan something.
I look at the clock. What time did he say? Doesn’t matter. It’ll have to be at least six because of work. A new year always brings a ton of new clients and paperwork. Suddenly, my three days a week weren’t enough, so I started working from home on Tuesdays and Fridays.
I pull out my phone to send a reminder text not to come before six, and he responds with a thumbs up emoji. At six on the dot, my doorbell rings. I finish inputting my last notes and rush to the door as the bell rings a second time. I fling the door open, a scowl on my face at Blake’s impatience, but it drops as my eyes take him in.
He’s in a tux. A bouquet of a dozen red roses hangs in his arm as he eyes me from head to toe. “That’s what you’re wearing?”
My gaze falls to my baggy sweatshirt and worn-out sweatpants. I dig the toe of my bright pink fuzzy socks into the floor. As I run my hand over my head, stopping on the messy bun, I realize I don’t have makeup on.Wait, why does it matter?“Are we going somewhere?”
He runs his hands down his torso like he’s smoothing out his shirt. “No. I just wanted to scare you.”