Hardwired

Author: P Hana

Page 45

   

My phone rang, nearly launching me out of my chair. I had the number saved to my phone and recognized it immediately.

I took a deep breath and answered cheerfully. “Hi, Isaac.” I was grateful to have any distraction right now.

“What are you doing for dinner tonight?” he asked.

I hesitated. “I’m not sure. Why?”

“I’m flying into Boston this afternoon. I figured we could touch base while I’m in town.”

“Oh, sure.” I still felt guilty for canceling on him at the last minute without a genuinely believable excuse. For all he knew, something had come up with the business that took me away abruptly at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning.

“Great, can you meet me at the Park Plaza, around six?”

“Perfect, I’ll see you then.”

I hung up. Any excitement about meeting up with Isaac was easily dampened by knowing I’d be missing a quiet dinner with Blake at his place. I missed him too much already. I was falling hopelessly in love with Blake. So what? I was going to stop beating myself over every step that took me further into our relationship. If I was going to be falling hopelessly in love, at least I could do it wholeheartedly and without regrets in the process.

I glanced at the clock, debating for only a second before sending Blake a text.

E: Can I visit you at the office?

B: Please do.

I changed into a beige pencil skirt and white button up blouse and straightened my hair, making it smooth and sleek. I checked myself in the mirror, satisfied that I looked professional enough for dinner with Isaac and sexy enough to give Blake something to think about while I was gone.

* * *

Blake wasn’t in the bullpen when I arrived. No one seemed to notice me, so I walked back to his office.  He was camped in front of his triple monitor set-up. The televisions were silently broadcasting stock feeds and news channels on the other side of the room, reminding why his no electronics at home rule was in place.

I shut the door behind me.

He swiveled in his chair. “And to what do I owe this occasion?” He leaned back with a wicked grin on his face.

“I have a dinner meeting tonight.” I walked over to the opposite desk where he was forced to work with lowly paper and pens and propped myself up on it. “So I wanted to come see you for a little bit first.”

“Who’s the meeting with?”

“Perry.”

He scowled. “That fucking guy is relentless.”

“Do you know him?”

“Not well, but he’s obviously attracted to you.”

I laughed at his blatant assumption. While his suspicions might not be totally off, he had no way of knowing that. “Do you know how crazy you sound right now?”

He ignored me and cupped his hands behind my knees, rolling himself closer to me. “Why don’t you let me come with you? I can be your business partner.”

My smile faded. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Blake.”

“Why? He’ll stick to business, and I won’t have to worry about you.”

“First off, because you aren’t my business partner, and secondly I really don’t think you have anything to worry about. He seems very professional, and I’d rather he be able to speak freely. You know, one on one.”

“You’re set on this?”

I kicked off my heels and slid off the desk, straddling him on the chair. “You’re overreacting,” I whispered. I kissed his neck, already intoxicated with his scent. He smelled clean and uniquely Blake. I took his earlobe between my teeth and gave it a gentle bite.

He took in a sharp breath.

I hooked my fingers in his belt loops and tugged myself closer, sliding my hand under his shirt. His muscles were hard and unforgiving, not unlike his present mood.

“What can we do to cheer you up, Blake?” I said, worrying the top button of his pants.

He caught my hand before I could go farther.

“None of that.”

I met his gaze. He was serious, but I could win this battle.

“Oh, I forgot, you have a reputation to uphold. No nookie in the office, or your minions will mutiny?” I tried to tease him out of his mood by keeping mine light.

A ghost of a smile crossed his face. “What am I going to do with your smart mouth?”

I lined his jaw with soft kisses. “I could think of a few things.”

I brushed my lips over his as he bunched my skirt higher up my thighs. My breath came in short pants, my desire for him already at a fever pitch. He slipped his hand between my legs and teased me through my panties.

I moaned, pressing into his hand, my clit already throbbing for his touch. He pushed the fabric to the side, parting me and gliding through my folds.

“You’re ready for me,” he murmured.

“Always.” I circled my hips slightly, coaxing his movements.

He slid down my center with two fingers, grazing my clit between them, and then dipped them into my pussy and thumbed my clit again. He traveled that path over and over until my entire body was taut from the pressure, rocking precariously on the precipice of release.

“Come, Erica. Now. I want to feel your greedy little cunt get nice and tight.”

I dug into his shoulders as the climax ripped through me. I muffled a scream and convulsing against his body, my sex clenching almost painfully without his cock inside me. I fumbled with his fly, determined to change that fact. His erection struggled beneath the denim, the only element between us. He caught me by the wrist again, turning my palms up to press a slow wet kiss into each one.

“Blake,” I whimpered.

“You have to go to your meeting.” His voice was even as he released my hands. He held my gaze and dipped his fingertips into his mouth, sucking the moistened tips that I’d been riding only moments ago.

Fuck me, that was hot. My heart palpitated, my chest heaving with the motion.

“We have plenty of time,” I said, heading back for his fly. After all, I’d calculated my arrival time with this in mind.

“Get up,” he ordered lightly.

Reluctantly I stood and leaned against his desk while he disappeared into the bathroom that connected with his office. He came back with a damp hand cloth and cleaned me, an act both tender and arousing.

“Am I being punished?” I asked, confused why he was being so steadfast, especially since he clearly wanted me too.

“No.”

“You want me.” I massaged his cock through his pants.

He shifted out of my reach. “I do. You’ll just have to hurry back from your meeting to find out how much.” He turned away and returned to the bathroom.

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