Hacker: Hardpressed Part 29

He stood and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it away. He pushed his jeans down to the floor, revealing the perfectly sculpted man beneath the clothes. I stared, boldly admiring the body I'd come to love, to crave.

He lowered down, settling between my thighs. He slid up my body, his erection hard against my belly as he kissed me from my shoulder to my neck. His hands worshipped my curves, slowly and reverently, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I shifted against the sharp ache between my legs.

"I want to feel you inside me," I said, breathless.

His perfectly masculine body hovered with measured restraint as he circled my opening. I circled the hot flesh of his erection and positioned him at my entrance. His breath caught as he pushed into me slowly. I dragged my eager fingers over the curves of his pectorals, circling the soft disks of his nipples until they hardened under my touch. He gave me a little more. I slid my hands down to his a.s.s and dug my nails into his flesh.

"Ah, Christ." He jerked forward, firmly planting himself inside me.

I moaned, arching into the fullness.

He lowered down, thrusting again gently. He traced the ridge of my ear with his tongue. "You're a bad girl."

I hummed. "You like me bad."

"I thought you wanted me to make love to you."

"When you're inside me, you're loving me and I'm loving you. Isn't that how it works?"

He hesitated, and then took me with a deep and pa.s.sionate kiss, licking and devouring me with his mouth as he shafted into me with steady drives. I tightened helplessly around his c.o.c.k. The fever rushed over me, and my hips bucked gently beneath him.

Then he lifted me so I was straddling him, his c.o.c.k buried in my depths.

"Oh s.h.i.t." I sucked in a sharp breath. He was so deep this way. A fine mist of sweat covered my skin. I circled my hips, finding my bearings. "I thought you didn't like it this way."

"You're not exactly putting me out."

I smiled. "You sure?"

He licked his lower lip, and I leaned in to catch it between my teeth. I sucked him and kissed him feverishly. He groaned and lifted my hips. He was only in me at the tip when he slammed me down hard, filling me. I gasped for air at the sweet ache of his c.o.c.k penetrating me.

"Oh, G.o.d." I clenched around him, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders. "You're so deep."

He caught me by the nape and drew me in for a kiss, deep strokes, gently f.u.c.king my mouth with his tongue. He gripped my hips tightly, grinding me down a fraction more. "I can't live without this, Erica. Without you."

My breath left me, but he swallowed it with another devouring kiss.

"You won't have to. I promise. I swear it." I sifted my fingers through his hair, pressing my b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest. "I love you, Blake. You're the only one. My only love."

I lifted again, my thighs slapping down against him. He hit the end of me again, stretching the sensitive tissues at my core. His hands gripped me anxiously, and his face tensed with agonizing strain. He lifted me, powerfully working me over his c.o.c.k, over and over until my thighs trembled.

"Blake." My voice was a plea. "Are you close? I want to come with you."

His cheeks bloomed with heat and he clenched his jaw as he pumped into me. "Now, baby. Feel me come inside you."

His words did me in, the vision of him losing himself, buried in me. My whole body shook with the power of the o.r.g.a.s.m that swept over me. My head fell back as he released with a cry and one final drive, pushing us both over the edge.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

I woke up to Blake's warm body curled around me. I stretched, and he pressed slow, lazy kisses along the length of my torso. Having sleep-actual restful, nightmare-free sleep-only to wake to Blake's hands and mouth on me. This could be heaven.

He nuzzled my neck, sucking my skin softly.

"No more hickeys," I warned.

He laughed into my neck. "I wasn't sure I was actually going to see you again. I had to leave my mark."

"Yes, you made yourself known."

He stilled and turned me to face him. "James saw?"

I paused. "He noticed, yeah."

His expression was impa.s.sive, but I saw emotion storming behind his eyes. "What exactly does he mean to you?"

I bit my lip, wondering what to say that wouldn't send Blake flying into a jealous rage. "Think of him like my Sophia. He's a friend who wants more, but a friend all the same."

"If he wants you, then I want him gone. You can find someone else to do what he does."

I rolled my eyes. "And I want Sophia gone. So we're probably both going to be disappointed for a while."

"This is completely different. Sophia lives in New York. You work with the man face-to-face nearly every day. If I had someone at my office trying to f.u.c.k me every day, you'd lose your mind."

I sighed. "James and I don't have a history, and he's a good person. He's not hatching a plot to get me away from you." I didn't think so anyway, though he certainly wasn't a fan of Blake. "Can we drop it for now?"

"I can't stand that he had his hands on you."

"Then don't think about it, because it doesn't matter."

I lifted my head to kiss him, praying he'd never know that James had had his mouth on me too. I lay back and traced his jaw. His face seemed softer, rested. Maybe he hadn't been sleeping well without me, either.

"Speaking of work, I should meet with Risa at some point and get that mess cleared up."

"Can't it wait until Monday?"

"Maybe. She'll probably wonder why she can't get into her email account though, if she's doing any work after hours."

"Let her wonder. Your time is better spent in bed with me. We have to make up for lost time."

"Oh?"

"I was thinking about kissing you from head to toe until you beg me to stop. And I need to block out at least an hour for licking your p.u.s.s.y." He slid his hand to cover my mound. "Yeah, at least an hour. Let's see, what else...?"

I laughed. "Okay, I get it, but I should go downstairs and get cleaned up."

"Nonsense. You can shower here. No clothes necessary. I want you naked in my bed all day. I'll tie you up if I have to. You know I will." He looked serious but a ghost of a smile pa.s.sed over his features.

"We'll have to face reality eventually, you know."

"Nah." He lowered his mouth and circled my nipple with his tongue, flicking the tip until a familiar warmth simmered in my belly.

I sucked in a breath and arched into the motion, sliding my fingers through his hair. He slipped a finger into my s.e.x, curling up to the spot that made me crazy.

"I haven't even gotten to use any of my toys on you. And you're in big trouble for all this s.h.i.t you pulled."

I moaned and lifted my hips to deepen his penetration. I'd wanted dominant Blake. Here he was.

My phone rang, interrupting our moment. Still in Blake's clutches, I reached for it. Sid. Thank G.o.d.

"Hey."

"Hey, uh, the police are at the apartment."

"What?"

"They have questions about some guy, Mark MacLeod. They said you knew him?"

"s.h.i.t. Okay. I'll be right down."

Blake slipped another finger into me and closed his teeth gently around my nipple. My brain skidded, trying to decide which direction to move in. I tried to push him away, but he was firm and unmoving, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Oh, you're here?" Sid asked.

My breath hitched. "Yeah, I'm at Blake's. Give me a few minutes."

I hung up and Blake took my other nipple in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with a long, delicious pull on the tip.

I gave him a gentle shove. "Get up. I have to go."

"Why? Who was that?"

He loosened his hold and I slipped away, throwing on my clothes from the previous night. My mind was racing. Daniel had implied that the investigation would be closed. What the h.e.l.l were they doing here?

"Sid. The police are downstairs. They want to talk to me."

He sat up quickly. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No."

"Erica, this is one of those things that maybe I should be there for."

"No, Blake. The answer is no. I will deal with this. I do not want you there. Please tell me that you're hearing me on this."

He hesitated. "What do you think they're here for? They're going to ask you about Daniel. What will you tell them?"

"I'll figure it out, okay?"

I tried in vain to calm my nerves before I walked into the apartment. I looked a little worse for wear from the previous night, but surely they didn't care about that. I prayed Blake would honor his promise to stay upstairs because I didn't trust him not to say something he shouldn't in front of the police.

I walked in, and two men greeted me. One was tall and thin, his hair a mousy brown, and the other was shorter and thicker around the middle, his hair almost completely gray. They both seemed friendly enough, which I was thankful for because I was petrified by the prospect of speaking with them.

The tall one spoke up first. "Sorry to stop in on you so early here. I'm Detective Carmody and this is Detective Washington. We were hoping to speak with you about your involvement with Mark MacLeod."

My involvement? "What do you mean?"

Washington reached into his jacket and pulled out a handful of large photographs that appeared to have been taken at the gala. In them, Mark and I were dancing, his arm wrapped firmly around me. My back was to the camera. In another, his mouth was an inch from my ear, a smug smile on his face. That was the face I was glad to have missed when he was telling me how he wanted me again. I suppressed a grimace as I remembered his voice, his breath on my skin that night. Instead I looked up calmly, waiting for them to continue.

"These were taken by a journalist shortly before he died. Guests identified you with him here. Did you know him well?"

I shook my head. "No, I didn't know him well at all. I'd met him a couple times through a business deal I was doing that involved his firm."

"He looks like more than an acquaintance here," Washington said.

"I can see that. He was flirting with me a lot. I humored him with a dance, but I didn't see him after this. He seemed nice enough, but I wasn't interested."

"How was he acting that night?"

"He was coming on to me, like I said. He did seem drunk. I don't know. We only talked for a few minutes before the dance, and then I left the gala early. I wasn't feeling well."

The pair glanced at each other. Carmody stuffed the photos back into the envelope and Washington sized me up again. I tried not to fidget or look nervous.

"I guess I'm confused. He killed himself, right? Are you trying to figure out why he did it?" The words left me in a rush, and my heart raced.

Carmody spoke. "When the son of a prominent figure dies suddenly, we have to do our due diligence. We're trying to rule out all other possible causes of death."

"Oh. I didn't realize that. I thought I heard the investigation was closed."

"Not yet, unfortunately." Carmody shrugged.

"Is there anything else you might be able to tell us?"

"I don't think so. I wish I could. Honestly, I was really shocked by the news." That was the truth.

"You're not the first person who's said that, which is why we're talking to anyone who might have known him well."

I nodded. "I feel so bad for his parents. They must be devastated." I tried to appear as sympathetic as I could. I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, or how easily I'd slipped into the role of an appropriately ignorant innocent bystander in this situation. Perhaps the weeks of trying to talk myself into being someone I wasn't had done this to me.

"They are. It's too bad. Sometimes there aren't any answers for why people do this though. Anyway, thanks for your time and sorry for the bother."