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.“You don’t wince when he touches you.Are you in love with him?”I wanted to throw Blake’s words back at him and say that the man I was in love with was obnoxiously clueless to the point that his every touch was breaking my heart.Instead, I shook my head.His hands moved quickly, one against my breast once more, the other cupping my mound.“Then who’s this heat for, PJ?”He kneaded me, breast and pussy.His mouth zeroed in on mine, his tongue forcing my lips open, forcing my entire mouth to yield to his kiss.“Who are you going to think of when I fuck you Sunday? Who have you been thinking of each time I’ve touched you?”Blake kissed me again, everything rougher and faster.I closed my eyes and bit down on the moan clawing its way up my throat.His hips started to grind at me.His hands cupped my bottom and lifted me, until I had to throw my legs around his hips to steady myself.Even with our clothes separating us, I could feel the thick bulge of his hard cock against my sensitive clit.He was dry fucking me, bringing me to climax with who knew how many guards watching us on the security camera.The moan finished clawing its way out.My ass cheeks tensed as another moan whipped through me and he hugged my mound tight against his dick.“Are you coming, baby?”“Yes, damn you.” My arms were wrapped around his shoulders, one of my hands cradling the back of his skull, my nails digging into his scalp as my hips started to jerk and I cried out.Blake eased me back onto my feet, his gaze boring all the way to the back of my skull as he reached behind him once more to restart the elevator’s descent.As the rest of the floors passed, he didn’t look away from my face -- wouldn’t let me look away either.His hand cupped my face every time I tried and forced me to return his hard stare until we reached the elevator and the doors opened.Blake gently guided me into the garage before hitting the button for the top floor.Settling against the elevator's back wall, a wolfish grin surfaced on his handsome face, his gaze starting to dance in amusement.“Don't wait up, love.I have a lot of work to do tonight so I can…marry you on Sunday.”Heart pounding in my chest, I watched the doors close.There was no mistaking the import of his pause, or his real meaning.On Sunday, Blake Cross was going to fuck me.**********Blake was a ghost until the time came for us to leave for the airport Saturday morning.He didn’t get home until late both nights, didn’t sleep in the same bed with me and was out before I woke at seven both mornings.I was starting to think he was having second thoughts, which would have been fine by me so long as he didn’t cancel the loan.Waking me with a kiss, he banished my foolish hope that I was going to get out of the deal with my business and my heart intact.“Good morning, beautiful.Ready to get married?”I pulled the blanket up over my head and turned on my side.“Not really.”“Mmmm.”I felt his weight shift on the bed and then the bottom edge of the covers started a slow crawl up my legs.I pulled my knees up to my chest and tried to wrap the blanket tighter around me.“I’m going to have one hell of a time getting through airport security with you slung over my shoulder and still wearing your nightie, PJ.”The blankets inched higher and then his fingertips brushed the sole of my foot.My foot twitched and I pulled it closer to me.He traced the protrusion of my ankle bone and then ran one finger halfway up the curve of my calf.With my legs bent, that left his hand at the threshold of my pussy.He took the detour, his knuckles rubbing against the edge of my panties.The flex of my inner muscles was followed by his soft laugh.“Baby, don’t tempt me.” He cupped my bottom.“It’s been hard as hell staying out of here these last two nights.”Need paralyzed me.My stomach tightened and then my whole body tensed.“Shhh…love.” Blake leaned over me, pulling the cover down enough to expose my face.I kept my eyes closed.His hand moved down again, the knuckles grazing up and down the gusset of my panties.His other hand stroked my hair.Kissing along the side of my nose, he caught a tear before transferring the salty drop to my lips.“You need to get dressed, PJ.Shower if you want, and let me handle the rest of the weekend, okay?”One last kiss, one last stroke, and then he left me to get ready.Twenty minutes later I emerged from the shower in a rush to find that he’d already packed my bags and laid an outfit on the bed for me to wear.It was a pale turquoise georgette over a silk sheath.A pashmina stole in matching blue to keep my bare arms warm was folded next to the dress.All of it was from the same boutique as the first two outfits he’d bought for me to wear.Despite the dread twisting through my stomach, I found myself smiling
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