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Hazel wandered back to Blake’s house on her own that evening and searched room by room until she found him in his office. It was a beautifully masculine space that fit him perfectly. Something about this room and the way it carried his personality sent a sensual awareness fluttering beneath her skin. Blake was seated at his desk, typing something on his laptop. His gaze lifted to hers as she paused in the doorway.

“Ah, I wondered when you’d come back to me.” He said this softly, his gaze slowly roving over her body, and she knew he could see she was wearing Mason’s flannel shirt and boxers. Would he guess what they’d done in the workshop? A flush crept up her neck to her face. The way he’d said come back to me warmed something deep inside her chest that she hadn’t realized had felt frozen. She’d wanted to come back to him, to feel his arms around her, to kiss him, to just be near him. And damned if that didn’t scare the hell out of her.

“Chalmers just dropped off some clothing for you, as well as this.” Blake placed a hand on her slender platinum laptop that sat on his desk. “I thought you might want to keep tabs on any pending work matters. I can have an office prepared for you to work in, or you’re welcome to stay here with me.”

Hazel padded barefoot into the study, her feet cushioned by the thick cream-colored carpet. She eased into a chair opposite him on the other side of the desk. He slid her laptop toward her, then passed her a piece of paper with his network information. She logged into the secure network and spent the next hour checking her emails. It was thankfully a quiet few days, as Blake had guessed when he’d first told her she was to stay with him and Mason for a week. After an hour, she closed her laptop and leaned back in the chair, studying him.

“I loved watching you come on that boat with Mason’s cock buried deep inside you,” Blake murmured, as if he’d sensed the earlier direction of her thoughts. He closed his laptop and gazed at her across the expanse of his desk.

“You were watching us?” she asked.

“Yes. I saw the way he took you on that boat, how he tied up your pretty wrists and made you scream.” His voice was low, silken, so dark and full of sin that her womb clenched with lust so hard it almost hurt.

Hazel’s body quivered at the powerful memory. “How did you see us?”

He smiled, as if revealing a little secret. “Cameras. We have them all over the properties.”

“So you saw...”

“Everything you did in the workshop.” He leaned back in his own chair, his gaze deliciously dark, the blue of his eyes as fathomless as an ocean. Lord, she loved his eyes. They could tell her so much and yet hide everything at the same time. When he looked at her, he saw her in a way no one else ever had, except perhaps Mason. He seemed to see her the way Blake did too. In an instant, she envisioned what having a child with Blake might be like, a child who had his eyes... or a child who had Mason’s smile? The thought filled her with a strange, wonderous sense of need that she’d never felt before.

“Do you want me, Hazel?” he asked quietly.

She took in the sight of him and how he looked so sexy and dangerous in those dark blue jeans, and how the faded T-shirt clung to his body. Mason made flannel and jeans look comfortable and sexy, but Blake in jeans and a T-shirt? Her feminine instincts warned her that it meant he was ready to get down and dirty in whatever way might please him. That sent a frisson of a thrill through her. This was a man who was obsessed with staying in control and never let his guard down, just like her. It was what made them connect—but also butt heads with each other at every turn. Perfect enemies, perfect lovers. He wondered if she wanted him? Of course she wanted him. She couldn’t deny that.

Hazel nodded.

“How much do you want me?” Blake asked, his hands moving to rest on the arms of his chair. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

“I want you more than anything,” she confessed in a whisper.

“Prove it to me. Show me what you want.” He made no move. He simply waited like a wolf at the edge of the woods, its golden eyes fixed on a rabbit that it was hunting.

She was the rabbit, after all, one that wanted this wolf to hunt her. She stood and walked around the desk, and he slid his chair back a little, letting her sit on the edge of his desk facing him. He spread his legs slightly and rested his hands on his thighs, and she gazed at him a long moment before she got down on her knees and unfastened his jeans to free his hard cock. He remained motionless, his eyes still burning into her as he looked down at her.

She stroked the velvety shaft and then leaned forward to flick her tongue over the mushroom-shaped head. Her eyes darted up to his face, and she saw a tic work in his jaw as he fought off any reaction to her mouth on him. Emboldened by his attempt to conceal his emotions, she repeated the lick and took him into her mouth a few inches. She sucked hard and dragged the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock. His hands clenched, white knuckles on the armrests. Hazel continued to lick and suck, trying out all the things she remembered he had liked. When his thighs started to tense and his hands curled into fists, she knew he was close. A feeling of delicious power surged through her at the thought of holding such control over this dominating man. The little rabbit had the wolf at her mercy. He cursed and his hips lifted, but before she let him find his release, she slid him free of her lips and stood up. She leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“Mason said I was bad today.” She flicked her tongue in his ear. “He spanked me, but I think you know what I need, don’t you, sir?” She knew what that would do to him.

Sir.

Both he and Mason responded in the same way to that one little word that carried so much weight to it.

“You say that word again, and you know what I’ll do to you,” he warned.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, and shot him a look from beneath her lashes. It was time to break Blake’s control.

* * *

Sir.

His sweet little rabbit knew just what to say to bring out the wolf in him. He stood, capturing her wrists behind her back before spinning her face down over his desk. He kept her there as he retrieved a pair of cuffs from his desk drawer and secured them around her wrists.

Then he linked the cuffs together to keep her wrists trapped at her lower back. He jerked the boxers she wore down past her ankles and removed them from her completely. He needed to get to her bare skin, to feel the slice of wet, hot heaven between her thighs. He nudged her legs wider apart and knelt behind her, his mouth seeking her wetness. He licked hungrily at her slit, tasting it until he was drunk on it. Her fingers flexed and curled as she reacted to his mouth. She whimpered and her legs started to shake, and that was his signal to stop. He stood, licked his lips, and gazed down at her round, bare bottom on display.

“Please... sir.” She begged for release.

He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant and drizzled it along the length of his cock before spreading it evenly. Then he spread Hazel’s ass cheeks and pushed a lubed finger into her ass, testing her tightness before he added a second finger, making her wiggle and whimper as he stretched her. He took his time stretching her, wanting to prepare her so she wouldn’t get hurt.

“Is this what you need?” he demanded in a low growl.

She nodded frantically, pushing her ass back at him in encouragement.

“Beg me to fuck your ass,” he commanded.

Hazel tried to resist the direct order, and he added a third finger, spreading inside her until she shrieked and surrendered.

“Please, sir...”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck my ass... please.” Her ragged panting and begging became his own private erotic symphony.

“Good girl,” he murmured in praise and pulled his fingers out of her ass. He positioned the head of his cock there and began to push. He gave her ass a hard slap, which made her tense and relax, allowing him to sink in a few inches.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised again as he worked his way inside her inch by inch. “You were made to take me, weren’t you, babe?” She was so tight, her muscles clamping down on his shaft, but he continued to work himself deeper and deeper.

“Please, sir, oh God...” She rested her cheek on the surface of his desk as he finally sank completely in and his balls slapped against her.

He stroked his hand over her hair before lightly digging his fingers into the locks. They breathed together for a few moments as she adjusted to the feel of him fully inside her. He had to give her time to stretch and accommodate him before he moved.

When she wriggled her bottom invitingly, he knew she was ready for him. He withdrew, spread more lube on his cock, and sank back into her ass again.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” He thrust deep, his balls tightening up as he drank in the sight of her prone form beneath him, her taking him inside her while he held on to her gorgeous auburn-red hair. He wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged lightly between slow, deep thrusts. Once he was certain she could take him harder, he began to pound into her. His desk creaked as he rammed his pelvis against the globes of her buttocks, and she rocked up on her tiptoes, her hands curled into tight fists. He grasped her cuffed wrists with his other hand, holding her prisoner as he fucked her like a man possessed.

“Sir... sir... sir...” She panted the word that drove him deeper into the darkest depths of his fantasies. If he could prove to her in this moment that she was his, truly his, that he would give her everything she needed, maybe she wouldn’t leave, maybe she would stay... and let him love her.

Blake was beyond speech as the purest pleasure of taking Hazel like this swept over him, wiping his mind clean of sanity and his control. He was an animal, taking his mate, desperate to own everything, including her soul—just the way she already owned his.

“Good girl... good girl,” he finally managed to say in a gruff voice as he continued to surge deep into her.

When she let out a scream of pleasure, she quaked beneath him, but he didn’t stop. He kept pumping his hips. A few minutes passed, and he emptied himself into her ass. He let go of her hair and wrists so he could brace his hands on either side of her shoulders on the desk. Every part of him felt free and light, yet at the same time he struggled for breath. He’d been so rough with her, but she was smiling as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.

“You okay, babe?” he asked, his voice still rough as he regained his breath.

She nodded, closed her eyes, and continued to smile as she relaxed beneath him. His cock was still deep in her ass as he freed her wrists from the cuffs, and then he slowly pulled out of her. She whimpered, and he murmured a soft, soothing apology. His cum dripped out of the tight, puckered hole, and the sight of it made his cock bob again eagerly. He loved knowing he’d filled her.

He hastily used a Kleenex to wipe his cock before he tucked himself back into his pants. Then he took a moment to clean her up too before he scooped her up into his arms and settled in his chair with her on his lap. She still wore Mason’s shirt but nothing else, and he knew she’d be cold soon enough. So he wound his arms around her back and along her thigh, lending her his own body heat. He let her lie back against him and rest. He’d had everything he’d ever wanted in life growing up except love, except someone who belonged to him. Even having Mason as a brother of sorts wasn’t the same as this. Hazel was his world. His everything. His lips curved into a smile as he kissed her forehead.

He replayed the instant he’d first seen her. He’d been leaving their torts law class after receiving their grades on one of their papers. She’d been correcting their teacher about the assignment. The textbook had apparently been wrong, and so the professor had given them erroneous information to complete the paper. She had stood her ground, proud and unafraid as the professor tried to argue, but she won, giving the entire class extra points on their assignments. Blake had known in that moment he would find out who she was... and marry her.

That first night with her had changed his world forever. And now he had less than six days to convince her to stay. Hazel yawned against his chest and nuzzled his throat. He continued to hold her, and the weight of her felt perfect in his arms. When he was convinced she was asleep, he kissed her forehead again.

“You’re mine,” he vowed. “Forever.”