My lips parted. The bay was dark, save for the lights from all the boats in their docks. Some were moving, but most were still. It was late, and winter kept the shipping tours to a minimum.
A cool breeze slid between my thighs as he inched my skirt up. “I watched you dress this morning.” His voice was a low purr. “I didn’t get to enjoy your silky layers for these perfect breasts.” He dropped his fingers to pluck at my nipples before sliding his hand back to my throat. “But I saw these.”
I groaned as he traced the fingers of his other hand over my thigh-high tights. “I was a little disgusted by my reaction to what was essentially oversized knee socks.” He brushed his cock across my ass. “I thought I was beyond prurient schoolgirl fantasies, but as usual when it comes to you, there are no boundaries.”
If he touched me I was going to come. Simple as that.
I wasn’t sure what it was about his voice, but add in the orders, and I was so done for.
“How’s the ankle today, Ms. Copeland?”
“Good,” I whispered. I was already stronger after just a few days. I was definitely strong enough for this.
“Excellent. Open your legs, Ms. Copeland.”
I widened my stance as he tore into a foil packet. He lowered himself until we were aligned, then he slid my panties aside and drove into me.
“No sounds. Don’t move.”
My eyelashes drifted down until the world was darkness and twinkles of light.
And Blake’s cock driving into me again and again.
His breath was a panting groan in my ear as he took me ruthlessly. Slamming thrusts that pushed me up onto my toes. I slapped the glass and held on even as he held me still.
Each scrape of his shaft worked over my swollen flesh. I couldn’t move, so all I could do was feel. Fullness, lust, devotion. It all coalesced into a brain-scrubbing release.
My legs shook first, then my breath, and finally, my whole body. His fingers tightened on my throat as he hit his end. He jerked against me and my name was a breath.
“Grace.”
He slid his hand away from my neck and wrapped it around my waist as he kissed my shoulder, then turned me into his arms.
My skirt slid down to hold in his heat and the remnants of our releases. I wanted to hold this close for just a moment before reality, and cameras, and security intruded again.
I tipped my chin up and he kissed me lightly before he withdrew and hid the condom away in a handkerchief. Casually, he stepped back and straightened the lines of his suit.
“Ready to go home, Ms. Copeland?”
I nodded and wore a secret smile through the gallery, and into the bathrooms where I put myself back together.
He waited for me, and we returned upstairs to our floor.
“Do you want to look at the files while no one else is around?”
Blake shook his head. “I think we should use our personal computers at home.”
“Even though this is a closed system?” I asked.
“Especially since it is. Our eyes only.”
I nodded. “All right.”
We gathered our belongings, as well as the rice container, and headed down to the lower level.
“Who are you?”
I grinned at Vi. “Leaving before seven. It’s a miracle.”
“Is the sky falling? Meteor shower tonight?”
Blake gave her a bland look.
She gave him a cheeky grin. “Have a good night, boss.”
“Good night, Violet.”
The trip crosstown and into Blake’s townhouse development was a quiet affair. Not an uncomfortable one, just quiet for once.
When he opened my door for me, I realized I’d dozed off sometime between Boston and Lynn. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. You’re still in recovery, even if you won’t own up to it.”
We headed up the walkway, hand in hand when Blake suddenly stopped and shoved me behind him.
“Blake?”
“Get in the car, Grace.”
“What? What’s wrong?” My heart rate galloped.
“The door’s open.” He turned to me. “Go, get in the car.”
“No, we’re going to both go to the car and call 911.”
He reached into his briefcase and came out with a handgun.
My eyes widened. “When did you start carrying?”
“We’re a security company, Grace. I know how to use a gun.”
I gaped. Of course he knew how to use one. There had been the shooting at my grandmother’s house, and it sure as hell hadn’t been me who had pulled the trigger. But spur-of-the-moment self-defense and toting around a concealed weapon seemed very different. “Glass security is not the same thing.”
“Please, do as I say.”
I fumbled for my phone.
“No cops,” he commanded. “Not unless you hear something.”
Chapter Nine
“Are you freaking kidding me?” I whispered…sort of.
The fact that the gun looked so comfortable in his hand was enough to send me to the Range Rover.
When he disappeared into the house, I held my breath the entire time.
He finally came down the walkway a few moments—or a million years—later. I couldn’t seem to pull time into any semblance of order.
He waved me out of the car, the gun no longer in his possession.
I got out and slammed the door. “What the hell, Blake?”