Hardpressed (6 page)

I frowned at his description of what we'd just had. Sure, it was a little rough and I'd probably feel it tomorrow, but anytime we were together meant something.

I rose to my knees, straddled his thighs, and dropped my hands to either side of him. I tried to read his eyes but he avoided my penetrating gaze, worrying the reddened flesh at the crease of my thigh instead.

I pulled off my shirt and bra.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting your attention.”

Heat passed over his eyes. “You have it.”

“I like when you lose control like that, Blake. Don't turn it into something dirty and wrong.”

His cock hardened beneath my thigh.

“What if it is? Giving you bruises…freaking you out.”

“Is that why you've been cockblocking yourself all night?”

“What I feel…for you, Erica. With everything else that's going on, sometimes it's just too intense. I feel like I'm going to rip us both apart. I wanted tonight to be different. I really did.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “You deserve to be worshipped. Loved.”

I frowned, trying to figure out how my habitually domineering lover was slipping away from me. “I do feel loved. I like waking up to the memory of your hands on me, even if I'm a little sore. It's new for me, I'll admit it.”

“I scared you before though.” He held my gaze, daring me to say otherwise.

“Sometimes it does scare me, but I trust you.” I paused. “I like the things we've done.”

“Do you realize I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of the things I want to do to you?”

My breath caught, but I didn't waste time dwelling on the fear that rooted in my stomach. “Then let's dig deeper.”

I doubted the words even as I said them, my heartbeat picking up speed again. Blake was already pushing me past boundaries I didn't even know I had. I was keeping up pretty well, but now, knowing his desires were that vast and beyond me, I couldn't help but feel a little in over my head.

“No.” His voice was quiet but firm.

“Why?” I hoped I'd masked my doubts.

“Because this isn't right. I shouldn't want to…to
hurt
you or restrain you. It's fucked up, and it's the last thing you should have to think about with everything you've been through. I realized that last time. I took things too far. The second I tied you up, I regretted it.”

“Then why didn't you stop?”

He was silent.

“Tell me.”

He sighed. “Because I knew I could calm you down, show you how to enjoy it.”

“And I did.”

“That doesn't mean anything. I shouldn't have challenged you that way.”

“I want to be challenged, Blake. If this is something you want, I want it too.”

“No, it's not going to be like that. Erica, you can put that right out of your head. You're not going down this road for me. You were…raped, for Christ’s sake. My compulsion for control when we're fucking is the last thing you need. You're not the right person for this.”

A sickness punched me in the gut and my skin chilled. What if I couldn’t be what he wanted? What he needed? I could posture all I wanted to in the boardroom, but my need for Blake's love had rooted itself well beyond any conscious control. “What do you mean?”

He sat up, bringing us chest to chest, warming me with his body. He stroked my back. “I mean I need to figure this out, for you, for us. Obviously I don't know the first thing about how to turn this off other than avoiding you sometimes. Tonight was…”

“Talking about Cooper set you off.”

He closed his eyes, wincing at whatever memories played in his mind. He opened his eyes and kissed me sweetly.

“You're everything to me, baby. I don't want to move backwards and talk about the past. All that shit I have no control over.”

“Having control over me makes you feel better though,” I whispered.

He nodded. “I need to change that.”

“What if I don't want you to?”

My favorite redheaded barista set to work preparing our lattes-to-go as Alli tapped her nails on the counter.

“How was your night?” I asked.

“Good. Just a few drinks with the old crew. Yours?”

“Good.” I glanced around the café, avoiding eye contact with her.

Blake had tried valiantly to avoid the topic by fucking me right out of my mind. Even though he was holding back, his strategy had worked famously. I didn't remember falling asleep, too tired and wasted to think about anything.

I wasn't sure how to navigate the gulf between us now. Blake had been a mystery to me in so many ways, but the more I uncovered about him, the more I fell hopelessly in love with the man. We had to figure our way through this somehow. Pulling away from me wasn't going to work.

I looked back to Alli. She lacked the usual glow of energy that added to her natural beauty. Today her eyes were swollen and tired. “Is everything okay?”

She brightened a bit. “Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Were you out late?”

“No, actually I came back early.”

I shook my head, confused, and waited for her to continue.

She slouched a little in defeat, letting the fatigue show in her features once more. “Heath didn’t call yesterday. I’m worried.”

“I’m sure everything is fine.”

“We haven’t gone a day without talking since he left. I was waiting up for his call, but nothing.”

“I'm sure he'll call today. Don't worry.”

She nodded and chewed her lip.

“Do you want to do the marketing meeting later so you can get some rest?” I placed my hand over hers, wishing my happy, exuberant friend would resurface. I barely recognized her this way.

“No, I'm fine. You're right. I'm sure it's nothing.” She offered a weak smile.

Simone delivered our java and I paid, adding a generous tip. She waved as we headed back out.

We made the short walk upstairs. Risa was already there. I checked my watch. She was early. She greeted us with every ounce of vivacity that the two of us lacked. She wore black patterned crop pants and a black button up that came across as impeccably professional. In dark jeans and a Portofino blouse Alli had lent me, I'd taken advantage of the decidedly casual dress code that the guys had established.

“Alli, this is Risa Corvi, our new marketing director.”

Risa held out her hand. “Alli, great to meet you. I'm so glad we could catch up today.”

“Me too.”

We settled at the small conference table at the far end of the office, and I brought Alli and Risa up to speed.

We had been at it for nearly an hour when Blake walked in, six-feet of delicious. My eyes fixed on him, as if his entrance had somehow sucked all the oxygen out of the room and I was waiting for permission from him to breathe again. I stopped staring long enough to catch Alli and Risa gawking too.

“Am I interrupting?” He flashed me a crooked grin and walked toward us with his hands in his pockets. He was in his usual work uniform, blue jeans and a snug fitting T-shirt advertising the conference we’d been to in Las Vegas. That had been a good trip.

Risa nearly tipped her chair over, jumping out of it to shake his hand, her eyes alight with obvious appreciation. “You must be Mr. Landon. I'm Risa Corvi.”

“Call me Blake.”

“We were running over some of the membership numbers, if you want to join us,” I said quickly.

“Sure, let me talk to Sid first.”

I nodded and watched him walk away, fully appreciating how fantastic his ass looked in jeans, and how they strained around his thighs.
Get a grip, Erica. You’re at work.
Had I not gotten enough of him last night? Jesus, what was wrong with me?

I shook my head back into reality. Risa’s gaze was riveted where mine had been. I cleared my throat to get her attention.

She turned back to me quickly. “Sorry. He’s… Wow.” She sighed and sifted through her notes.

Alli rolled her eyes. My body immediately tensed, going into irrational protective jealousy mode. I clicked my pen anxiously as I ran a few choice phrases for Risa through my mind. Unfortunately none of them were remotely appropriate to utter out loud. I bit my tongue, not wanting Risa’s first meeting at work to be about her boss pulling a nutty staking claim over their investor who she also happened to be dating.

I took in a slow breath and tried to focus on my notes. Blake was gorgeous. He turned heads wherever he went, and this was no different.

“Where were we?” Alli interrupted me, apparently eager to wrap up.

Before I could get us back on track, my phone rang at my desk. “Excuse me a minute. You two carry on.” I ducked behind the partition and searched for my phone in my purse. I froze when I saw the number. I snapped out of it quickly and picked up the call.

“Daniel, hi,” I rushed, hoping I’d caught him before he hung up. I hadn’t spoken to him since I'd left his house on the Cape a couple weeks ago, under circumstances that he was completely in the dark about. I wasn't sure if the lapse in time had been as awkward for him as it had been for me.

“Erica, how are you?”

I smiled at the sound of his deep and confident voice. “I’m doing well. How are you?”

“Oh, you know, busy with the campaign. But I wanted to ask about your plans for Friday. The firm is sponsoring the Spirit Gala this year and we have some extra tickets. A lot of important people will be there, maybe even a celebrity or two. Might be a good networking opportunity for you.”

“That sounds wonderful. Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I’d like to see you again.”

“Thanks, same here. I meant to call, but…” In truth, I didn’t really know how Daniel felt about staying in touch with me. Sure, he was my biological father, but we'd only recently discovered this. We barely knew each other. Outside of running into his stepson and my living nightmare, Mark, our visit had been pleasant and meaningful. I wanted a relationship with him, but between his run for governor and the corporate machine that was his life, I wasn’t sure where I could possibly fit. We’d both agreed I should stay under the radar as his illegitimate daughter.

“No worries. I’ll courier some tickets over. Invite Landon and anyone else who you’d like to mingle on your behalf.”

“Sounds wonderful. Thanks so much.”

“I’ll look forward to seeing you then, Erica.”

The affection I’d heard in his voice was abruptly cut off when the call ended. I stared at the phone a few moments longer until I heard Blake join me.

He wrapped his arms around me, his body curving behind mine.

“Everything okay?” he murmured, pressing a warm kiss to my neck.

I hugged my arms over his. I wanted to keep him close to me just in case he had any ideas about leaving abruptly. He sure as hell wouldn’t be sending me off again anytime soon.

“What are you doing Friday night?” I asked.

“You.”

My face heated and I turned in his arms until I faced him.

“That can be arranged, however Daniel invited us to some gala his firm is hosting and they have some extra tickets.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

I smirked and considered a remark about last night's “date” that involved his home cooking and some very intense frustrated sex, but I thought better of it.

“Are you interested? I could probably find someone else in a pinch,” I teased.

“Over my dead body.” He tightened his embrace, pressing me deliciously close, melding my body to his.

“It’s black tie. I’m assuming you can retire the witty T-shirts and clean up nice?”

“What do you think?”

My heart sped up at the mere vision of Blake in a tuxedo. What that might do to me in person was almost frightening. “I think I can’t wait.”

“I have to get back to work, but let’s grab dinner with Alli since it’s her last night in town.”

“That would be nice.”

“I'll text you when I get out.”

He stepped back but I caught the hem of his shirt, as if I could hold him still with the tiny handful of fabric.

I didn’t want him to go. Last night had been intense, and I needed to know he was still with me. As close as we’d been, emotionally stripped, the thought of him pushing me away again, ever, scared the hell out of me. I never wanted to feel that way again.

“What?”

“I want to keep you a little bit longer. Is that so wrong?”

“I won’t argue with that.” His eyes darkened and he came closer. Sliding his hands down my arms, he leaned down to kiss me.

All too aware of our serious lack of privacy, I froze, bracing myself for the onslaught of sensations he inspired. We were stealing a moment. His lips met mine, warm, controlled. I opened my lips to his but he broke away.

“Not this again,” I muttered.

He answered my eye roll with a smirk and stroked the ridge of my lower lip with his thumb. “I think you have a fetish for office sex, sweetie,” he whispered.

“You’re my fetish, Blake. The setting doesn’t much matter.”

He laughed, the low rasp reverberating through me. I bit my lip too hard, replacing the tingle he’d left there with a twinge of pain.

“The feeling is mutual. That still doesn’t fix our current predicament, however. I want to spread you out over this desk and fuck you ’til you scream, but as you once aptly noted, some of us have work to do.”

“Shut up.”

I caught a fistful of his shirt and pulled him back down to me, forcing his mouth onto mine, muffling a quiet growl that rumbled through him. He gave my ass a hard squeeze, pressing our bodies together and reminding me of last night’s endeavors. His body, his presence, overwhelmed me so easily. A rush of desire intoxicated my senses, making me forget everything but the way he felt wrapped around me, his hands on me, his tongue inside me. I wanted more. I always did.

I vaguely heard the click of heels approaching. I tore myself away from his kiss and caught Risa gaping at us. A wave of pure female confidence surged through me.
Eat your heart out, honey.
Blake was mine, and I couldn’t have made that more clear outside of the present moment. If she wanted to crush on him, she’d have to get in line.

Blake seemed to be waiting for my reaction. I smiled and gave him a quick kiss before pushing back slightly. “Bye, baby.”