Tears sting my eyes. I want to scream. I want to rewind the clock. I want to do it again.
He steps toward me, careful, his hands raised like I’m something wild. “Blair, breathe.”
I don’t stop him. God help me, I want him to touch me.
So, when he pulls me into his arms, I don’t resist.
I fold into him. Into the arms of the man I can’t have.
The one place I ache to be, with the one person I shouldn’t.
“Shh, I got you, Peach,” he whispers, as he cradles me like I’m something fragile. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
I believe him. And maybe that’s my first real mistake.
Ican’t focus on anything today; work is the last thing on my mind. All I can think about is that kiss from last night, a kiss that probably ruined me for anyone else. Blair fit perfectly against me, just like I knew she would. The fact that my lifestyle didn’t scare her, and even seemed to intrigue her, only makes me crave more. I need more of her.
I understand why she panicked. To her, I’m in love with her sister, my fiancée. The poor girl must be beating herself up over what we did last night. I wish I could tell her that it’s all fake, ease her mind. But I can’t. I signed an airtight NDA.
As much as I want to say fuck it and stop this whole fake engagement thing, I can’t. This is my dream we’re talking about, a dream I’ve worked so hard on and invested so many hours into. Can I really screw that up for someone I’ll probably get tired of once I have her?
It’s just a matter of paperwork before my dream becomes a reality. So no, I can’t give it up when it’s at my fingertips. Ijust need to fuck her out of my system. That’s it. It doesn’t need to be more than that.
So, I need to stop thinking about her smile, her laugh, and how her eyes crinkle when she’s amused. I need to stop dwelling on how much she loves it when I bring her flowers and explain their meanings, or how adorable she is when she worries her lip while concentrating on her designs. Or how she wears her every feeling on her face.
I could walk away. I should walk away. But I won’t. Because the truth is, I’m weak, too damn weak to let go of her. I want her. The price is too high, but I still want her. I want her beneath me, wrapped around me, whispering my name like it’s her only salvation. I want to bury myself in her until I forget, until she forgets, and the world melts away.
Unable to keep pretending that I’m getting any work done, I let out a sigh and gather my things before getting up and leaving my office. Checking my watch I see that it’s only 11 AM. Maybe Blair is up, and I can take her out to lunch. A smile tugs at my lips as I think about how she’s probably still sleeping. I have never met someone who loves to sleep as much as Blair. She could sleep the entire day away if it were up to her, and that’s how you know how bad I got it. I think it’s adorable. Normally, I find people who sleep away their days downright lazy.
“Mr. Stirling? Sir, do you need something?” Nadia asks, rising to her feet with a slight urgency in her tone as she jogs behind me, her iPad cradled against her chest. Her perfectly styled hair sways as she rushes and the click of her heels echo in the otherwise quiet office.
I glance back at her, irritation and resolve coursing through me. “I’m good, Nadia. Just heading home,” I reply, shortly I push forward toward the elevator, the steel and glass doors glimmering in the overhead lights.
“Home? Sir, you can’t just…” She scrambles to catch up, her voice rising. “You have a conference call in thirty minutes, and then you have a lunch meeting with the board…”
I cut her off, my patience thinning. “I have an entire team of executives. Get one of them to get off their lazy assess and do some work for once.” The words are sharper than I intend, but the weight of the day presses heavily on my shoulders. I step into the elevator, the doors sliding shut with a soft hiss, cutting off her protests.
Thirty minutes later, I walk into my penthouse, drop my briefcase by the door, and head straight upstairs. I’d meant to grab flowers for her, but figured I’d just surprise her after lunch. Right now, I just want to see her.
I’m halfway down the hall when I hear it.
A soft moan.
“Oh…”
I pause, brows lifting as I listen closer.
“Yes… mmm, yes.”
I let out a low, knowing laugh. Is she? Fuck. She is. Blair’s moaning, her voice breathy and desperate. My cock stirs as I picture her in my bed, legs spread, fingers working that tight little pussy. Shit, I should probably knock, offer my help. Hell, offer my mouth.
But then I hear it.
A voice.
A man’s voice.
“Did you miss me, baby?”
