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  My boldness is rewarded with a big smile, and an even bigger kiss. “Please be honest tonight. I want everything to be as perfect as possible for you.”

  “You need to do the same.”

  “It’s a deal. Are you ready for part one of our date?”

  “More than ready.”

  He leads me to a couch, and I see all of the fun snacks he’s laid out on the table in front of it. “I know that stuff’s from before we would’ve gone on a date, but it fits the year the movies I picked were released.”

  “There’s never anything wrong with Pop Rocks, or Now and Later candies. I’d love to hear about these movies, though.”

  “Sit back, and I’ll start the first one. I’m taking a chance that you like it. I remember watching it and thinking it was cool.”

  We both sit, and he dims the lights before putting his arm around me. Then he uses the remote to start the movie. “Oh my God, Real Genius! I love this movie.”

  “I had a feeling.”

  I snuggle in closer to him, and toss some popcorn in my mouth. This date is definitely starting out right. We laugh and kiss throughout most of the movie, and then he turns on Weird Science. I tease him about only wanting to see then create the “perfect” woman.

  “The perfect woman for me is in my arms right now.”

  We don’t see much of the movie as our kissing turns more passionate. I want to take things further, but Blake stops me from taking his shirt off. “You don’t want to.”

  “I do. But not here. I want you in my bed.”

  “Let’s go,” I say, standing and trying to pull him up with me.

  “The movie’s not over.”

  “I’ve seen it a bunch of times. I’ve been waiting twenty years to see you with all of your clothes off. Are you really going to make me wait longer?”

  “No,” he says with a laugh. “I was just trying to be a gentleman for a little bit longer.”

  “I don’t need a gentleman. I need you.”

  “Oh wow, you really are impatient if you’re insulting me at this stage of the game.”

  “Blake,” I say, practically growling his name. I won’t beg—yet—but I’m not opposed to threats.

  “Scary Audrey is kind of hot,” he tells me, throwing me over his shoulder. “Let’s play.”

  Chapter 8

  Audrey

  Blake carries me up a back staircase, and down the hall to his rooms. He doesn’t stop until he’s in front of his bed, and then he tosses me onto it. I pop up to my knees and pull him down with me. I don’t care if it makes me look desperate or needy, because I am both of those things right now. Blake laughs against my mouth, and I smack his arm.

  “I’m not into pain, Dree,” he tells me with a raised eyebrow.

  “Dree?”

  “Everyone else calls you ‘Aud’ and I wanted something different.”

  “I like it.”

  “Good, because I like you.”

  This time when I reach for the hem of his shirt, he lets me pull it off. I suck in my breath, because the view is even better than what I was expecting. He has a light dusting of dark hair across his pecs, and forming a happy trail between some well-defined abs. I want to lick those abs, and bite them. I settle for running my hands over them for now.

  “My turn,” he says, lifting my shirt over my head. “Gorgeous. You are so fucking gorgeous.”

  He runs his knuckles over the lace of my bra, making my nipples even harder. When he leans over to suck one into his mouth, I think I see stars. I arch my back as he reaches around to undo my bra, and I whimper as his mouth leaves me. As soon as my bra’s gone, his mouth is back, giving my other nipple the same attention.

  We keep it above the waist for quite a while. I suck on his nipples, and get my chance at those abs, but then it’s too much for both of us. I slide a hand into his shorts, using my other one to hold his mouth to mine. I feel him hard and heavy in my hand as I stroke him. He pulls my hair out of the bun, and twists it around his hand before sliding his other hand into my pants.

  As his fingers find my folds, I stroke him harder. He slips one inside, and presses on my clit as I nearly come undone. Things move even faster after that. Our clothes are quickly removed, and Blake sheaths his cock in a condom before thrusting into me.

  “It’s so good. Damn, you feel so good,” he says.

  I can only moan in response. It feels amazing to have him finally inside of me. He angles my hips up, hitting me exactly where I need him. Just like he wanted, my brain shuts down. All I’m doing is feeling.

  I bite into his neck to stop from screaming, as he swivels his hips. I’m not even coming yet, and he’s got me screaming. Dear God, he’s good. Missionary with other men was nothing like this.

  “You gonna come for me? I’m holding back as best I can, but I won’t last much longer in your sweet pussy.”

  “I’m close. You can go.”

  “Ladies first. Always,” he says as he grinds on me while twisting his hips again.

  He leans down to take one of my nipples back into his mouth, and I’m flying over the edge as he rolls his tongue around it. I scream and say a bunch of gibberish in Spanish as he starts jerking and shaking inside of me. It’s better than I ever fantasized about, and since my fantasies lately have been very inventive, that’s saying something.

  “That was…,” I say.

  “Oh yeah it was. It would’ve only been better if I’d been bare.”

  “Sorry, but no can do.”

  “I’m clean.”

  “So am I, but I’m working on a new birth control shot, so I went off my old one to get ready for the tests.”

  “You test your own shots?”

  “Of course. I try out whatever I can. Some things aren’t suited for me, so someone else on my team will try it out.”

  “That’s very commendable, but it sucks for me right now. How long until you can start the new one?” he asks, nuzzling my neck.

  “At least a month.”

  “I can wait. Besides, I bought the condoms at Costco, so we won’t run out for a day or two.”

  “Aww, that’s so cute. You think you’re still young enough to go all night.”

  “Hey now. I may not be a young stud, but I can go at least three times. Since it’s you, I’m thinking four is a more likely number.”

  “Oh yeah? How long?”

  “Now,” he says, leaning back and smirking at me.

  My eyes widen when I see that he’s fully erect again already. I lick my lips and motion towards the bathroom. “Shower. Now.”

  “So demanding.”

  “So worth it,” I say as I walk in front of him through the door.

  “Without a doubt, Dree. Without a fucking doubt.”

  I turn on the water while he takes care of the condom, and then he’s pushing me against the wall, and running his hands all over me. “This shower is insane, “I tell him.

  It’s a large half circle that’s big enough for a stone bench to fit against a part of the glass. I would guess that about ten people could shower in here without ever touching. There’s an overhead rain shower, plus wall jets, and hand sprayers. The possibilities are endless.

  “I know what I want to do to you. Will you let me?”

  “I don’t know what you want.”

  “Trust me.”

  I look into his eyes, and know that I do. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I trust him. “Yes.”

  He pulls me away from the wall, and leads me to the bench. I lie down for him, and then he pulls my ass to the edge, and spreads my legs wide. There’s a wicked glint in his eyes when he grabs the closest sprayer from the wall and gets on his knees in front of me. The water from above is running down his chest, and I want to lick the droplets off so badly that I start to sit up.

  “Not your turn yet.”

  That’s all the warning I get, and then he’s twisting the sprayer until it’s on a steady massage stream. I squirm in anticipation. There’s no way he’s not going to use
it on me—and in me—and I want it. Now.

  “Please,” I beg.

  He kisses two fingers, and then they’re inside of me. The water hits me a moment later, and the combined sensations inside of me makes me arch my back. “That’s it. Take your pleasure.”

  His mouth descends on my clit, and I start to go crazy. I can’t even describe what it feels like, having his fingers and tongue playing with me while the water overstimulates my most intimate place. He shifts the sprayer and the water pulses onto my clit. His fingers and mouth never stop as he takes turns with the water, back and forth until my eyes practically roll back into my head.

  I hold on as long as possible, actively participating because I can’t stay still. I’m taking the pleasure he wanted me to, and it may just kill me. I just need one more thing, and I give it to myself. I cup my breasts in my hands and pinch both nipples. I don’t need the extra stimulation this time, but I want it. I want all of me to feel what’s coming, and I do.

  I shatter, coming harder than I ever remember before. Everything goes dark for a minute, and then I’m focusing on Blake as he crawls up me, abandoning the shower head as he kisses his way up. I take his face in my hands and claim his mouth. I can taste myself on his lips, and it triggers an aftershock, making him buck against him.

  “I want to marry that sprayer,” I tell him when I finally let him go.

  “It wasn’t acting on its own, you know,” he says, looking affronted.

  “Oh believe me, I know. Now, it’s my turn.”

  * * *

  Blake

  What I just did to Audrey is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I seriously had to hold myself back, because my body was ready to come right along with hers. I don’t know how I’m going to top that, but I’ll think of something. Later. Or tomorrow. Right now, I’m about to get a blow job, and since I’ve been dreaming about having her mouth on me for days, I need to focus.

  “Hmm, how am I going to do this?”

  “However you want. Whatever you want.”

  “Impatient for my mouth?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “I need you to lie on the floor with your legs up on the bench.”

  I do as she asks, and then watch as she lays flat on the bench, before hanging her head over the side to take me in her mouth. Her hands wrap my legs around her shoulders, and I cross my ankles over each other as directed. Then her hands are moving over my balls, squeezing and stroking.

  She’s seriously deep throating me and almost all of me fits between those full lips of hers. She moves one hand down to stroke the part of me she’s not taking care of with her mouth, and I’m just about done. A man can only hold on for so long, especially when he’s watching himself be sucked off. She meets my eyes, and smiles and that’s it. There’s no slow build-up, or even a warning that I’m out of control. I just come hard enough to make my back leave the floor, and give her everything I’ve got.

  She swallows, and then lets me go with a pop, and a smile. “I needed that.”

  “That makes two of us,” I tell her as I pull her on top of me.

  I hold her in my arms on the heated tiles of my shower, and say a prayer that I can keep her. Really keep her. I’m completely ruined for every other woman on Earth, and I hope she feels the same way about other men. Just the thought of someone else touching her makes me want to punch something.

  “We’ll make this work. We have to.”

  “I want it to.”

  “There’s a ‘but’ in there, and I’m not doing ‘buts’ right now.”

  “You’re not doing asses, either. Just throwing that out there.”

  “Not a problem, Dree. I don’t need that.”

  “Good. And I wasn’t going to say ‘but,’ I was just going to say that it won’t be easy.”

  “I don’t need ‘easy.’ I just need you.”

  “Ditto.”

  “I think I can stand, so let’s go back to the bed.”

  “You need a nap, old man?”

  “Honestly? Yes. But just a short one, and then your pussy’s mine again.”

  “Good, because we haven’t even scratched the surface of my fantasies.”

  “Do tell.”

  “After our nap. We both need a nap.”

  “I thought women reached their sexual prime when they got older.”

  “You planning on sleeping alone all of a sudden?”

  “Please don’t make me do that. I’ve been having flashbacks to when I filmed that horror movie, and I need to be held,” I tell her, batting my eyes. I’m secure enough in my manhood for it, and sometimes you just have to go for broke.

  “You’re so full of it,” she says, climbing under the covers with me.

  “No, I think you took it all.”

  “Go to sleep before the stupid continues.”

  “We can’t all be geniuses, you know.”

  “You’re saying words, but all I hear is a shovel digging a hole, deeper and deeper.”

  I kiss her then, both to shut myself up, and because I have to. It’s possible I’ve always been a little in love with Audrey, and now it’s becoming more. I’m falling hard, and I’ll do everything in my power to stop us both from crashing. This thing between us will work. It has to.

  Chapter 9

  Blake

  I wake up, and have to smile at the position I’m in. I’m spooning Audrey, with one of my hands holding the heavy weight of her left tit. I nudge her hair to the side with my chin, and suck softly at the back of her neck as I spread my fingers out to brush her nipple. It’s impossible to have Audrey Sanchez naked in your bed, and not be ready to go. Even if you are only a couple of years short of 40, and you went five times last night. Yeah, I said five—I couldn’t help myself, and my body wasn’t going to let a little thing like exhaustion stop me.

  “Good morning,” she whispers.

  “It’s definitely the best I’ve ever had.”

  She twists in my arms, and takes my mouth in a scorching kiss. “Me, too.”

  “It’s more than this, what happens in this bed, or the shower. We’re more. You know that, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, now do you want to try out my desk?”

  “I most definitely want to try out your desk, but we need to go down to breakfast.”

  “Shit, we overslept, didn’t we?”

  She nods. “Rain check?”

  “Anytime you want check.”

  “Is that a thing?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

  “For you it is.”

  She kisses me again, and then gets out of bed. “I’m just going to clean up a little. I’ll shower once Jeanne goes to school.”

  “We’ll shower then.”

  “Don’t you have work to do today?”

  “Nothing that can’t wait. I told you I’m on a break.”

  “If Ainsley has the answers we need, I may have to leave. To go get the bastard who set this up.”

  “You’ll come back?”

  “Yes.”

  “That was easier than I thought it would be.”

  “You said we’re more than last night, and I told you I believe you. Why wouldn’t I come back?”

  “I love you, Audrey,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

  “Blake?”

  “I’ve always been at least half in love with you, and I’ve never forgotten you. I’ve thought about you so much over the years, and the regret’s not only about hurting you. It was also about never acting on my feelings.”

  Her phone rings before she can respond. She answers it, and a smile lights up her face, but then fades. “Oh, thank God…how bad?...we’ll be right down.”

  “Was that Ainsley?”

  “Yes. She found out who it is, but said that it’s going to hurt you.”

  “Who is it?”

  “She wouldn’t say. She just asked that we head downstairs.”

  “Let’s go.”

  I throw on my clothes from last nigh
t, and Audrey does the same. “Whatever happens, I’m here. I love you, too, Blake. I always have.”

  I give her a quick kiss as I take her hand. We walk down the stairs next to each other, hand in hand. Jeanne’s waiting for us at the bottom, with her backpack on. “Can we just go to school now, Dad?”

  “Did you ask Isa?”

  “I want you to take me. Please.”

  “I can go with you,” Audrey says.

  “No. Just him.”

  “What’s going on, Jeanne? I thought you wanted to leave school. Now all of a sudden you can’t wait to get there.”

  “She’s hoping to avoid me,” Ainsley says, walking out of the dining room.

  “Avoid you? Why?”

  “All that talk about the person behind this all being smarter than me. It wasn’t just a curiosity, was it Jeanne? You thought you could hide from me, but you couldn’t.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “The mastermind behind the kidnapping attempts is your daughter. She paid those men to kidnap her.”

  “That’s crazy. She wouldn’t do that.”

  “I did it.”

  “Jeanne? Why?”

  “I thought Mom would finally care. I thought she’d come home, and we could be a family again.”

  Audrey tries to pull her hand from mine, but I hold firm. “Jeanne, baby, I wish she cared. I honestly do. You have to know that even if she did, she wouldn’t be living here again. We’re not getting back together.”

  “Why?” she asks, looking at our hands. “Because you’re fucking Audrey now.”

  Audrey does pull free then, and moves away from me, looking horrified. I love my daughter, but this is not okay. None of it is okay.

  “Apologize to Audrey.”

  “No.”

  “Blake, it’s fine.”

  “It is not fine, Audrey. My daughter hired people to kidnap her. Using my money, because there’s no place else for her to get any. And now she’s being inappropriate with you, when all you’ve done is care for her, and try and keep her safe.”

  “I didn’t…”

  “Shut up, Jeanne. Not another word right now.”

  “I sent a message from Jeanne’s email, canceling the contract, and then gave them each a small payment from her account to solidify it.”