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“Grab your drink.” He nudged his head toward where the bartender had placed our cocktails, and then grabbed my hand and led me down a hallway to an office door.
Without missing a beat, Blake closed the door and picked me up, carrying me over to the back of the desk, moving the chair out of the way. He laid me down on the top of the desk and pushed my legs apart as his hips settled between mine. I raised myself up onto my elbows as he quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. My belly clenched in anticipation.
He pushed my dress up. “You weren’t lying.”
I cracked a smile. “Of course not.”
“Were you wanting this?” Blake ripped open a condom wrapper he pulled out of the desk drawer and slid the latex onto his hard length.
“What if I was?”
He smirked and leaned over me, claiming my mouth. “Then you’re about to get what you want.”
A squeal escaped my lips as Blake grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the desk. He made me moan as he inserted two fingers deep inside my core.
“So fucking wet already,” he groaned.
Laying back, I wrapped my legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped closer and sank slowly into me.
He watched his cock stretch me as he slowly slid back and forth. “Like what you see?” I murmured.
“Very much.”
We locked eyes as he continued to pump slowly, and my heart began to race at the sight of his smoldering eyes. His pace quickened, and my hands grasped the edge of my desk, holding on while he thrust vigorously into me.
“You’re so fucking hot and tight,” he groaned.
Our bodies rocked in sync as he went deeper inside me, over and over, quickly bringing me to my release. I moaned loudly as my body shook with the pleasure, and Blake grunted at his own release moments later.
He collapsed on top of me, our breathing rapid. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
“Me too.”
38
Blake
One MonthLater
“I have an idea,”I stated, walking into my brother’s office and closing the door behind me.
Brandon sat down his pen and leaned back in his chair. “Okay?”
“Three words: another Houston location.” I fanned my hands like a rainbow.
“Gym or club?”
“Both.” I sat in a chair in front of his desk.
“Both?” he asked.
“Like here.”
“So, you want me to open another location like this one, but in Houston?”
“I was thinking more like me with you guys backing it.”
Brandon raised a brow. “But it’s our empire.”
