Chapter 19
BLAKE
Danielle is like a drug.
I can’t stop watching her, remembering what she tastes like, how she smells, how she feels around my dick.
I want to take her again, and I know I’m a crazy fucker for doing so.
But the woman drives me insane.
However, there’s a small problem in the shape of my buddy, Issac.
“I think she’s got a point.” Issac shrugs, sipping his coffee with a wince. “Shit, that’s hot.”
“I bet you do. You two are close, right?” I’m direct because fuck it, it’s how I am.
Issac meets my gaze, exhaling slowly. He doesn’t look awkward, but I can see the look in his eyes.
Oh.
Oh.
He’s falling for Danielle.
My Danielle.
But then, she isn’t mine. Not anymore.
But she is.
So we fucked, and what? Vodka has that effect on people.
I don’t want her for anything more than sex and appearances, but I can’t fuck the woman my buddy is in love with.
Can I?
I feel like I’m lying to myself, and it’s a shitty feeling.
“I think it’s a little one-sided,” Issac admits with a heavy sigh. “She’s gone a little cold.”
As if on cue, Danielle enters the room, my eyes locking on her fuck-me-curves.
Her eyes flicker with hesitation as she realizes it’s just the three of us in the room, but she still marches in with the confidence I admire.
“Hey. So, I’ve been thinking about Skies the Limit.”
Here we go again.
Issac rubs his chin, stealing glances at her whenever her eyes are on me.
Which is pretty often, I’m pleased to admit.
“We have to help them. Use it to our advantage, get the media involved. We save them, and we’re golden. We also don’t lose any money.”
Maybe if she gets to her knees.
“Danielle,” I say with a groan. “We spoke about this.”
Danielle looks over at me, one eyebrow arching with a challenge. “So? We didn’t come to a conclusion. I spoke with Brian, and he agrees it’s a good idea.”
I balk at this, exchanging a surprised glance with Issac. “You spoke to Brian?”
I can’t believe her audacity.
“After I said no?”
“Could you excuse us, Issac?” Danielle smiles at the man drowning in her eyes, and he jumps to his feet.
“Have dinner with me tonight, and I’ll go.”
Is he serious?
I cut my eyes at him as Danielle glances at me.
I shake my head in warning, and Danielle decides to stun me even further. “Can I let you know?”
Issac forces a smile, but he’s pissed.
I can’t blame him.
I mean, look at her.
“Sure thing.”
Issac leaves, and Danielle closes the blinds in my office.
“Oh, I like where this is going,” I remark with a smirk, reaching out to grip her by the waist.
“Blake,” Danielle hisses, pushing my hands away. “I told you, it’s inappropriate. I’m doing this because everyone in the office expects us to fuck over your desk now we’re married. So let them think that’s what’s happening.”
“But…”
“Blake, I’m serious about Skies.” Danielle stares down at me, her tongue wetting her lower lip.
My dick aches, and I badly want to fuck her over my desk.
“We need to bail them out.”
I stare heavenward and let out a deep sigh.
“Either that or lose a fuck load of money.”
I’m annoyed because she’s right.
I’m even more annoyed that my father was right.
She’s good at her job.
“What’s in it for me?”
The words are out before I can stop them, but the look in her eyes makes me cringe.
“I pretend to be your wife for five fucking years.”
“But last night—”
Danielle puts up a hand, leaning over my desk so I can see the swell of her breasts. “No. We’re not doing this. Unless you can look me in the eye and tell me it’s more than sex.”
I’m not falling in love with her again.
“It’s more than that.”
Wait, what the fuck did I just say?
Danielle’s eyes widen, and she shakes her head as she backs away. “No. You’re lying.”
“I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you scream my name and the whole office knows that you’re mine. Then I want to take you out for dinner and get you drunk so we can spend the whole night having drunk sex.”
Danielle looks like she’s struggling.
Good.
“That’s not fair.”
“Danielle, just enjoy it. We’re already married, and you know me.”
“I came here to talk about Skies.” Danielle straightens up, and I can’t help but drag her against me.
She doesn’t even struggle, and when her lips are within an inch of mine, I grip her chin, searching her eyes.
I hate how she makes me feel.
“Give in, baby.”
To my surprise, Danielle makes the first move, slamming her lips against mine with a moan, her fingers tugging me close to her.
I ease her onto the desk before parting her legs.
“Save Skies,” Danielle breathes out, arching her back so I can attack her throat.
“Are you serious? I’m not talking shop with you right now,” I growl, tugging at her pants.
“Deal or no deal, Mr. James.”
Danielle looks up at me defiantly, and I groan, knowing she’s got me, quite literally, by the balls.
Yanking her pants to the floor, I flip her over the desk, my two fingers ripping the thong from her body.
“Deal,” I mutter as she spreads her legs, her fingers stroking my balls from beneath her pussy.
“I’ve got a meeting in fifteen minutes.”
I thrust into her, taking her roughly as she gasps, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk.
My eyes roll back in my head as I relish the feeling of her gripping the head of my dick, and I sigh with content.
“You’re having a meeting with your husband. It’s more fucking important.”
I don’t care if the entire office watches me fuck my wife over my desk.
I couldn’t give a fuck.
I’d quite like them to see, so they’ll know she’s mine.
Because she is.
And she always has been.
Mine.