Chapter 19 #2
Desmond leans back, relaxing slightly. “Everything’s on track. I’m heading back in a few days to meet with the contractors.”
“So, still on schedule?”
“Give or take a week,” he says with a shrug, the easy confidence in his voice making me proud.
“Is… everything okay here?” The sound of Blair’s voice pulls us both from our thoughts. I look towards the door and God, she’s stunning. A smile spreads across my face the moment she steps out onto the terrace.
“Come here.” I gesture for her, and she saunters over. I pull her into my lap, savoring the warmth of her body against mine.
“Can I?” Blair asks, pointing at my blunt. Both Desmond and I exchange puzzled glances; I wasn’t expecting that.
“Sure.” I pass it to her, and she takes a drag, inhaling as deeply as she can without coughing, as if she’s done this a thousand times before. She takes another hit, and I reach out to take the blunt away.
“Alright, chill.”
“You’re no fun,” she pouts, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“And apparently, you’re too much fun,” I tease. Here I was thinking she was innocent.
“So what are we talking about?” she asks, wiggling a bit to get comfortable on my lap, inadvertently making my body react in ways I can’t control.
“Desmond’s opening a restaurant in New York…”
“Oh, yes! You own Luxe, right? We went to your restaurant here in Boston. The food was delicious!” she praises, her eyes lighting up.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I hope to see you at the opening of the New York restaurant. Calvin will be there.”
Blair’s body tenses, just barely, but I notice. I notice every little shift in her, every flicker in her eyes, even as she keeps up her conversation with Desmond, laughing and teasing like nothing’s wrong. I don’t push; it’s not the time. But something’s definitely off.
Hours later, after we’ve said our goodbyes, we’re in the car heading back to the penthouse.
And while the night was perfect, Blair laughing, blending in with my family like she was born to be there, the second we got into my car, her mood changed.
That easy smile she’d worn all night slipped away, replaced by a hard, distant look.
She’s barely glanced my way since we pulled off, staring out the window, her jaw tight. The silence is killing me.
In the short time I’ve had her in my life, I’ve become completely addicted to her.
To the sound of her voice filling every quiet space, to her quick-witted comebacks and teasing that make me want to pull her close and kiss that sass right off her lips.
But what hooks me most is the way she looks at me, really sees me, like I’m more than the suit, more than the image everyone expects.
But right now, she’s shut down, withdrawn, and it’s messing with my head.
“Worry me,” I say, keeping my voice gentle.
She stays silent for a beat, then shrugs. “I’m fine,” she says, dismissive, but I know enough to recognize that when a woman says I’m fine, she’s anything but.
“Blair…”
“Just let it go, Calvin. I’m fine.” She finally turns to look at me, and I probably would’ve dropped it if it weren’t for the pain I see flickering in her eyes.
“Jarad,” I say, “find somewhere discreet to pull over. I think Miss Miller and I need to have a conversation.”
She groans, rolling her eyes. “Calvin, this is unnecessary…”
“Sure thing, boss,” Jarad says, and the next few minutes pass in tense silence. She’s glaring at me, and I let her, holding my own silence because I know she hates it when I don’t react. Finally, Jarad finds a quiet spot, parks, and gets out to give us some privacy.
She crosses her arms and huffs. “That was unnecessarily dramatic. We were practically at the penthouse.”
I raise a brow, waiting her out. When she doesn’t give me what I want, I lean back, folding my arms, matching her stubbornness with my own patience. “You know I don’t like to repeat myself, Peach. We’ll sit here all night if we have to. I’m a very patient man.”
She narrows her eyes, annoyed. “You’re an infuriating man, that’s what you are.”
“Careful.” My voice drops just enough for her to know I’m serious, and she rolls her eyes. Naturally, I chuckle. She’s got fire in her, and I’ll be damned if I don’t love every spark. She has no idea how much that fire of hers pulls me in.
“What are we doing, Calvin?” she asks, throwing her arms up in defeat.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“This. Us!” She gestures between us. “I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be doing this with my sister’s fiancé. God, I feel like such a horrible person, and coming here to meet your mother and brother makes everything more complicated.” She blows out a breath, clearly anguished. “We need to stop this…”
I know I need to stop her train of thought before I actually lose her. “Come here,” I demand, and she scoffs, shaking her head.
“I think…” I say, my hands moving to my belt, the metallic click of the buckle breaking the silence in the car, “you have a thing about making me repeat myself,” I continue, sliding the belt free slowly.
My eyes lock onto hers as I let the weight of my words settle. “And you know how much I despise that.”
In the confined space of the car, I hear her swallow hard. Her nervousness is palpable, but so is her resolve.
“Safe word?” I ask more softly, offering a way out if she wants it. But the fire in her gaze tells me she won’t.
“Velvet,” she whispers, voice barely audible but unwavering.
“Good.” I smirk. “Five… four…”
Before I reach three, she shifts. Reluctantly, she slides across the smooth leather seat, her attitude pouring off every move.
She’s resisting, clinging to her control, but the undeniable pull between us is winning.
When she’s close enough, I grab her, pulling her onto my lap, her legs straddling me.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I speak in a low whisper. “Let me make one thing very clear, Peach: you became mine the second you signed that contract. There’s no walking away unless I say so… or you use your safe word.”
I trail my hands down her thighs and grip the hem of her dress, pulling it up enough to expose the thin, teasing fabric of her thong. She shivers under my touch, the last fragments of resistance unraveling.
Dragging my palm over her perfect, round ass, I deliver two sharp spanks to each cheek. The sound of the impact fills the car, followed by her quick gasp. My mouth parts as I watch her, breath heavy and uneven, lips trembling as she bites down on them, an act that stirs something feral in me.
When my fingers graze her covered pussy, her breath catches. The fabric is already damp. Hooking a finger under the waistband of her thong, I drag it along her skin. She moans softly as my nail grazes her clit. With a sharp tug, I rip the flimsy barrier clean off.
“Sir…” she breathes, voice filled with need and surrender.
I guide her down, positioning her exactly how I want. My hand trails up her thigh, inching higher as her breathing hitches with every touch.
“You’ll do exactly as I say. Every. Single. Thing.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her voice trembling but eager.
“That’s my girl.” I smirk. “Now, open my slacks and take my dick out.”
Her hands move quickly to unzip my pants. I lift my hips slightly, helping her slide them down just enough, along with my briefs. When her hand wraps around me, I hiss at the contact.
“Jesus…” I groan, the simple touch sending a wave of pleasure through me. She smiles, seems proud, at my reaction, a dangerous little vixen who knows the power she wields.
“I need you dripping if I’m going to fuck you,” I growl, my voice thick with hunger. “So, make yourself come on my dick.”
With a deliberate tug, I drag her dress down, exposing her perfect, perky breasts. My mouth goes dry as I take her in. She’s a fucking masterpiece, and those tits are the kind of perfection you only see in dreams.
“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath, unable to stop myself from reaching out. I pinch one of her nipples hard, enough to make her wince, which only fuels my desire. “I said make yourself drip,” I repeat.
As I lean forward, my lips find her neck, tasting the soft skin there, moving down in a trail of kisses and bites until I reach her chest. I take my time, giving each breast the attention it deserves, sucking and licking until her soft whimpers turn to needy moans.
“I… I…” she stammers breathlessly, caught between her nerves and the need she can’t deny.
“Come on, Peach,” I tease, my lips brushing her ear. “Don’t get shy on me now. Show me how much you want it.”
With one hand on her hip, I position my dick just above her soaked entrance, dragging it slowly along her slit, teasing her with every inch of my length. She shudders, her hips rocking instinctively to chase the friction.
“You feel that?” I ask in a low rasp. “That’s what you do to me. Now, make yourself come for me. I want to feel you drench me before I fuck you so deep you’ll be screaming my name all night.”
She bites her lip, her hand shaking as she reaches between us, her fingers brushing against my dick. I grab her wrist, stopping her.
“Uh-uh,” I say with a smirk. “I said make yourself come, not let me do it for you.” I release her hand and move mine to her waist, giving her hips a firm squeeze. “Show me how bad you need me, baby. Ride it. Make a mess out of me.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, a mix of defiance and desire swirling in their depths. Slowly, she moves her hips, dragging her wet pussy along my shaft, coating me with her slickness.
“That’s it,” I murmur, one hand sliding back to grab a handful of her ass. “Keep going. Fuck, you’re so wet already. I can feel how much you want it. You’re going to drench me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, her movements growing bolder, her clit catching on the ridge of my dick with every stroke.
“Fuckk,” I groan, watching her lose herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her pace quickens. “Look at you. So desperate to come on me. You love how I feel, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she cries out, nails digging into my shoulders for support as her body trembles with need.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this,” I growl, my hands moving up to cup her breasts, my thumbs flicking her hard nipples. “All mine. Every moan, every shiver, every fucking orgasm, mine.”
Her hips stutter, and I can feel her body tense as she teeters on the edge. “That’s it, baby. Don’t stop. Come for me. Drench this dick, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”
Her head falls back, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she finally breaks, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I can feel her slickness soaking me, her pussy throbbing against my length.
“Good girl.” I drag her down to kiss her fiercely. “Now that you’ve made a mess of me, it’s my fucking turn.”
Without giving her a chance to recover, I grip her hips and position myself, thrusting into her in one slow, agonizing stroke.
Her cry is sharp, her walls clenching tightly around me, and I let out a guttural groan.
The way she takes me, so tight, so wet, it’s almost enough to unravel me right here.
“S… Sir,” she breathes. Her hands grip my shoulders like she’s holding on for dear life.
“You’ve got it, Peach. Almost there,” I grunt, breaking into a sweat as I inch deeper. Her body yields to me perfectly, every inch of her molding to mine. “You’re taking me so well. I’m so proud of you.”
I kiss her, swallowing her gasps and moans as I push until I’m seated fully inside her. Her thighs tremble around me as we both exhale, our breaths mingling in the charged air.
“You feel that?” I rasp against her lips as I start to move, thrusts slow and deliberate. “That’s me claiming you. Every inch of you, mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasps. I pick up the pace, my control slipping with every thrust.
“Damn right you are.” My hands grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements to match mine. “And I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked every thought out of that pretty little head of yours.”
She moans, her voice high and breathy, as her hips begin to move on their own, meeting each of my thrusts with an urgency that drives me wild.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, my hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. I pull her head back gently, exposing her neck, and trail my lips along her pulse. “I want you loud. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”
“Sir,” she whimpers as she tightens around me, the telltale signs of her climax building again.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin, my teeth grazing her shoulder. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re going to come all over my dick again, aren’t you?”
“Yes… Oh my God, yes,” she cries out, her nails digging deeper, her body arching into me as she loses control.
“Then come, Peach. Come for me,” I command, my voice dark and unrelenting as I drive into her harder, faster, pushing her right to the edge.
Her cry shatters the air as she comes undone, her pussy gripping me like a vice as her release washes over her. Her body trembles against mine, and I groan, the tight heat of her orgasm nearly taking me with her.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I growl, my movements relentless as I chase my own release. “You’re mine, baby. Every inch of you belongs to me, and I’m never letting you go.”
I feel her clench around me again, her overstimulated body reacting to every thrust. The sight of her, flushed, trembling, utterly wrecked is my favorite look on her.
Out of nowhere, an image of her pregnant with my kid flashes in my head, and it pushes me over the edge.
With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep inside her, my release hitting me like a freight train. “FUCK… fucking hell.” I come and come.
Where the fuck did that come from?