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was unmistakable, and it burned a direct path to his cock as she said, “Then do it. I’m not big on propriety anyway.”
Her mouth returned to his, hot and greedy as she kissed him hard enough to make him groan. Led by nothing but impulse, Blake reached down low over Jules’s hips, reveling in the swell of her perfect ass for a long, lust-blown second before pulling her off her feet. Her legs knotted tightly around his waist, the heat between her thighs hitting him in the exact spot that begged to be inside her, and holy shit. He’d never wanted a woman—not even this woman—so badly in his entire thirty years.
And he was done waiting to have her.
“Jesus, you are gorgeous.” Blake swept an arm blindly over the desk behind their entangled bodies, lowering Jules to the polished wood before moving his hands over the line of tiny buttons on her shirt. He pressed his lips to the delicate hinge of her jaw, smiling into her skin as her breath unwound in a sigh.
“Oh, God, Blake,” Jules murmured, arching her body toward his chest, trapping his hands between them with urgency. Her nipples were tight peaks against the hint of lace beneath her shirt, and oh yeah. He was going to taste each one until she screamed. “Please touch me. Right now.”
Blake rumbled out a low chuckle , pausing from his ministrations to run a thumb over one nipple through the fabric still in his way. “I’m trying, sweetheart, but your shirt is killing me.” Honestly, how many buttons did one blouse need ?
“Not as much as you’re killing me.” Jules lowered her hand to the snug space where their hips notched together, fitting her fingers over his rock-hard length, and oh fuck. He was going to die right here in this room.
“That’s not…helping my concentration,” Blake ground out, capturing both of her hands in his even though his cock threw every swear word in the book at him for his trouble. “I want this to last more than thirty seconds.”
“Bet I on ly need twenty,” she said, moving to free her hands, but he clasped her wrists in a tight, one-handed grasp.
“Bet I make you come first.”
Blake slanted his mouth back over hers, kissing her with every intention of not stopping until they were both good and naked, but a knock sounded crisply against the door, and he broke from her lips with a frustrated groan.
“ Still in a committee meeting, Dr. Cross.” God, he officially hated Garrett’s guts right now. All of them. “You’re going to have to wait.”
But the too-late sound of the doorknob coupled with a distinctly feminine and definitely irritated throat being cleared froze Blake to his spot on the carpet.
“Well. I suppose it’s good to see you’re taking your research for the carnival committee seriously.”
Jules went absolutely rigid under Blake’s hands as the words cut across the room with surgical accuracy, and he screwed his eyes shut for just a split second before he stepped back and set his gaze on the threshold over her shoulder.
“Good morning to you too, Mom.”
CHAPTER SIX
Blake cleared his throat in a nonverbal request for a moment of privacy, but his mother’ s sharp expression served as a definite I-don’t-think-so, leaving him no choice but to chisel his way through the giant slab of awkward she’d just dropped into the room. He straightened his doctor’s coat over his scrubs, grateful for the singular mercy of the baggy clothes. Not that his hard-on hadn’t taken a lightning-fast hike at the sight of his mother standing in the doorway, but at least it gave him a second to think.
Nope. He’d been uncharacteristically impu lsive, and the only way out of this was to face the music.
“Sorry. We were, ah. Just finishing up our meeting.” Blake flicked a glance over Jules, who had slipped quietly from the desk to re-order the buttons on her shirt but had yet to turn around. “You remember Julianna Shaw, don’t you?
Her mouth returned to his, hot and greedy as she kissed him hard enough to make him groan. Led by nothing but impulse, Blake reached down low over Jules’s hips, reveling in the swell of her perfect ass for a long, lust-blown second before pulling her off her feet. Her legs knotted tightly around his waist, the heat between her thighs hitting him in the exact spot that begged to be inside her, and holy shit. He’d never wanted a woman—not even this woman—so badly in his entire thirty years.
And he was done waiting to have her.
“Jesus, you are gorgeous.” Blake swept an arm blindly over the desk behind their entangled bodies, lowering Jules to the polished wood before moving his hands over the line of tiny buttons on her shirt. He pressed his lips to the delicate hinge of her jaw, smiling into her skin as her breath unwound in a sigh.
“Oh, God, Blake,” Jules murmured, arching her body toward his chest, trapping his hands between them with urgency. Her nipples were tight peaks against the hint of lace beneath her shirt, and oh yeah. He was going to taste each one until she screamed. “Please touch me. Right now.”
Blake rumbled out a low chuckle , pausing from his ministrations to run a thumb over one nipple through the fabric still in his way. “I’m trying, sweetheart, but your shirt is killing me.” Honestly, how many buttons did one blouse need ?
“Not as much as you’re killing me.” Jules lowered her hand to the snug space where their hips notched together, fitting her fingers over his rock-hard length, and oh fuck. He was going to die right here in this room.
“That’s not…helping my concentration,” Blake ground out, capturing both of her hands in his even though his cock threw every swear word in the book at him for his trouble. “I want this to last more than thirty seconds.”
“Bet I on ly need twenty,” she said, moving to free her hands, but he clasped her wrists in a tight, one-handed grasp.
“Bet I make you come first.”
Blake slanted his mouth back over hers, kissing her with every intention of not stopping until they were both good and naked, but a knock sounded crisply against the door, and he broke from her lips with a frustrated groan.
“ Still in a committee meeting, Dr. Cross.” God, he officially hated Garrett’s guts right now. All of them. “You’re going to have to wait.”
But the too-late sound of the doorknob coupled with a distinctly feminine and definitely irritated throat being cleared froze Blake to his spot on the carpet.
“Well. I suppose it’s good to see you’re taking your research for the carnival committee seriously.”
Jules went absolutely rigid under Blake’s hands as the words cut across the room with surgical accuracy, and he screwed his eyes shut for just a split second before he stepped back and set his gaze on the threshold over her shoulder.
“Good morning to you too, Mom.”
CHAPTER SIX
Blake cleared his throat in a nonverbal request for a moment of privacy, but his mother’ s sharp expression served as a definite I-don’t-think-so, leaving him no choice but to chisel his way through the giant slab of awkward she’d just dropped into the room. He straightened his doctor’s coat over his scrubs, grateful for the singular mercy of the baggy clothes. Not that his hard-on hadn’t taken a lightning-fast hike at the sight of his mother standing in the doorway, but at least it gave him a second to think.
Nope. He’d been uncharacteristically impu lsive, and the only way out of this was to face the music.
“Sorry. We were, ah. Just finishing up our meeting.” Blake flicked a glance over Jules, who had slipped quietly from the desk to re-order the buttons on her shirt but had yet to turn around. “You remember Julianna Shaw, don’t you?
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