Chapter 7
KATHRYN
It’s like I’m carrying around a secret as I make my way up to the office. A secret between my legs. A secret inside…
Blake came in me last night, and right when he slid out, I pulled my panties up to let as little of his seed spill out as I could.
I’m practically giggling as I take the elevator up. I could be pregnant!
Just thinking that seems so insane. Less than a week ago, if you’d asked me if having a baby was on my to-do list, I would have told you no way.
But now it’s all I can think about. That and the gorgeous man who will be the father.
I close my eyes and think back, remembering his touch, his scent, his warmth, and the way he took full and complete control of me.
How can he just know so fully what I need? What my desires are? I didn’t even know until I met him.
It’s like he can read my mind. Like I was just going through the motions of life until he came along and showed me what I was missing.
Now I can’t get enough.
My whole body is buzzing as the elevator doors open. Francesca is standing there, and I quickly let my hair fall across my face, hiding the blush that I know is there. I just can’t help it when I think of Blake.
“So those contracts went through,” she tells me, her words bouncing off me like balloons, barely penetrating my thoughts. “The numbers are looking great. They said if this works out, they’d be willing to…”
A flash of Blake’s lips against my ear causes my heart to skip a beat.
I feel the sting on my ass from his rough, thick hand spanking me…the painful yet incredible stretch of his cock pounding me from behind.
Need is overtaking me, but as I glance around the office, I don’t see him among the few remaining staff. Something close to panic comes over me, but I push it down.
“Kathryn? Did you hear what I said?”
Shit. I’m spacing out. This never happens to me. But I just can’t stop thinking of how Blake fucked me last night.
Focus. You have a company to run.
“Sorry, what? I was thinking about something I have to do later,” I lie.
“They said if this works out, they’d be willing to talk about an extension.”
“Ah. Well, they’d be stupid not to,” I reply, stepping into my office. I set my bag down and glance at my desk.
I freeze.
Everything’s where it should be. It shouldn’t be. Blake had me bent over this desk last night, and as I flailed around, I knocked everything off onto the floor. And like a moron, I completely forgot to pick it up before we left.
Which means…
“Yeah, I cleaned it up for you,” Francesca chimes in. “I don’t know what happened, but your office was trashed. Any idea who might have done it?”
I’m lost for words. Flustered, I run a hand through my hair and shake my head.
“Um, no. Trashed, you say?”
“Yeah, it was like someone had just swept all your stuff off onto the floor.”
“Really?”
Francesca is giving me an odd look. It’s making me even more uncomfortable.
“Yeah.” She nods. “Any idea who would do something like that?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s…odd…”
“It was just you here last night, right? No one else was with you?”
Suddenly, it’s like I’m a kid again and Francesca is my mom, subtly accusing me of doing something wrong.
Does she know?
My heartrate skyrockets. I can even feel myself starting to sweat.
No, of course she doesn’t know. How could she? She went home early just like everyone else. It was just me and Blake up here last night. She’s just doing her job and looking out for me.
“What’s that on your neck?” she asks, stepping closer. “Are you all right, Kathryn?”
“What?” I ask, quickly stepping into my private attached bathroom. I look in the mirror, and my stomach sinks.
There it is. The love-bite from last night that Blake gave me. I thought I’d covered it up with concealer, but my scarf must have rubbed some of it off.
“Oh, that!” I reply, forcing out the fakest laugh ever. “Yeah, just a little burn from the curling iron.”
“You curled your hair?” she asks, sounding skeptical. Just leave me alone, Fran!
“I was going to. But as you can see, things didn’t go so well.”
A thought leaps into my mind, and I quickly reach into my purse and pull out a red and white envelope, covered in tiny little snowflakes. “Oh, by the way, Fran. Just a little Christmas bonus.”
Her eyes light up, and she quickly opens it, finding a check inside. Her jaw drops when she sees the amount. “Kathryn…you shouldn’t have. This is like…three months’ rent.”
There’s an odd tone to her voice, but she’s probably just shocked. I give her a hug and head into my office.
As I’m setting down my things, I see movement by the elevators, and my heart leaps as Blake enters. Somehow, he looks even hotter than he did yesterday.
He walks over to his desk without even looking at me. His fierce eyes remain hidden, and a flood of jealousy grips me, causing my chest to tighten.
Look at me, I plead silently, desperate for any kind of approval from him.
This thing of ours—it’s progressed from a kinky little game into something more. Something important. Something I truly need.
I’ve never been this dependent upon anything in my life, and to feel this desperate need is new to me entirely.
He slips out of his outdoor coat, and I get a good look at him. He may be wearing office clothes, but I know what he looks like underneath. And even in them, I can see the severe lines of his taut, muscular body.
Just his height and the width of his shoulders get me going, let alone the thought of his flawless abs under his shirt…
…or the ache between my legs when I remember him stretching me with his monster.
“Would you like a coffee?” Francesca asks, interrupting my daydream.
“Hmm? Oh, no. Thank you, Francesca. That’s all for now.”
She nods politely and excuses herself, leaving me alone in my office—now perfectly tidied up—staring at Blake, seeking some sign from him to let me know he remembers I exist.
But it doesn’t come. Not for a while.
In fact, he turns his back on me as he goes into the kitchen to get a coffee. I know it only takes a few minutes, but it feels like forever, and as I sit in my chair, my thighs begin to tingle.
When he comes out, he still doesn’t look at me.
Um, hello!?
I get it—he’s trying not to spill his coffee as he walks. But like…I’m right here!
Finally, once he takes a seat, unlocks his computer, and starts moving the mouse around, his eyes look up and lock on to me.
And it’s like the whole world starts spinning.
It’s like I’ve been tumbling around in outer space, with nothing for me to hold on to. But then Blake arrived and became my anchor point. My gravity. My solid ground.
His expression is stony, solid. He looks at me like we’ve never even met before, and my stomach twists.
My face is doing something it shouldn’t be doing, but I can’t control it. I can’t stop myself from doing whatever my body wants to do.
My heart is aching, my skin is tingling, and there’s a desperate want just pulsing between my thighs.
There’s a tiny, almost imperceptible twitch in his eyes, and I realize he’s looking at the hickey he left on me.
“I’ve got to let the world know you belong to me now.”
A tiny smile comes over his lips, and naughty thoughts invade my mind—thoughts of him down between my legs, licking me like a god, causing me to cry out his name over and over again as I climax.
The yearning sensation grows so powerful I have to look away. He’s just so powerful. Even from far away, he still has full control over me.
I don’t leave my office until well after lunch. I just simply can’t get close to him—not here. Not with all the other staff around.
Part of me wonders what it would be like to just pull my skirt up and let him fuck me, right here in front of the rest of the interns. Right in front of Tasha.
That would show her. That’s right, bitch, he belongs to me!
But of course that will never happen. I belong to Blake, and what we have between us is ours and ours alone. It’s private.
But as every second ticks by, it becomes harder and harder not to just rush out there and throw myself into his arms.
The office smells like him. His scent still clings to my desk, along with the faint smell of sex.
Closing my eyes, I breathe it in, letting it move through me like a drug.
But that doesn’t help. All it does is carry me back to last night and make me want more. Much more.
I rocket up from my chair and walk quickly over to the kitchen, taking a route through the office that allows me to keep my distance from Blake. I just can’t control myself right now.
Normally, I’d have Francesca get me my coffee, but I need to distract myself—get away from the desk where we had our little tryst last night.
My breathing is steady, and my heart rate is starting to go down. But just as I’m pouring my coffee, I feel someone behind me.
“Hey, boss.” I nearly jump out of my clothes.
“Blake!” I stammer, turning to face him. He’s not quite smiling, but it’s something close. I imagine that he’s imagining me naked as his eyes move up and down my body. And I’m okay with that. More than okay with that.
He motions to his own neck, the same spot where my hickey is. “Didn’t quite cover that up, did you?”
“I tried!” I hiss playfully, wishing I could smack him on his thick chest. “But my scarf rubbed off the makeup and…ugh, never mind. My assistant noticed!”
“Stop it, Kathryn.” He smirks. “You love it. You wish the entire office knew you belong to me.”
I feel myself blushing. He’s right. I want to go out there, stand by the Christmas tree, throw my hands in the air, and let everyone know I’m his.
But I can’t.
After all, Blake is still my intern, and we a have strict intraoffice dating policy here. It would look even worse with me as his boss.
“Maybe.” I smile coyly. “But for now, we have to keep this a secret.”
“Our little secret,” he replies, raising an eyebrow. I nod, desperate to fall into his arms. “See you after work?”
“Okay…” I say softly.