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Chapter Sixteen

Blake

T he second Greg shuts up and lets me go after the interview, I burst into Sophia's office, the door slamming against the wall with a satisfying bang.

My blood's still boiling from that ambush interview with Jackson. The one where I've been forced to answer questions that I've never answered before in my life.

And it's all because of her.

"What the hell was that?"

Sophia looks up from her desk, completely unfazed. Doesn’t look startled, doesn’t blink, doesn’t even have the decency to look remotely guilty after what she just pulled.

The bright morning sun streaming through her window catches the gold in her hair, and damn it, she's wearing that cream silk blouse that dips just low enough to—

No.

Focus on being pissed off.

"The board wants a PR boost. They want a star."

Her voice is calm, professional. She looks so damn pleased with herself, like she’s presenting a deck at a marketing meeting, not explaining why I just got ambushed into a heart-to-heart interview about my childhood trauma in front of the entire internet.

"Then why was I in that room?" I plant my hands on her desk, leaning forward, forcing her to see just how fucking furious I am. "Why did I only learn about this damn interview and stumble across it all by accident?"

A smirk plays at the corner of her mouth. "Blake…"

That’s it. Just my name. But the way she says it? Low, teasing, dripping with something that slides under my skin like warm honey and gasoline mixed together?

I grip the edge of the desk harder, knuckles whitening, because if I don’t, I might actually lose my mind.

She stands, smoothing down her pencil skirt, and fuck - I shouldn't be watching her do it, but I do.

The fabric clings, highlighting every damn curve, and I swear to God, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

"Are you done glaring at me?" she asks, circling her desk, the amusement still flickering in her way-too-pleased expression. "Or are you ready to hear me out?"

I don’t answer.

Because I don’t trust my mouth not to do something stupid.

She obviously found the care package I left this morning.

I wonder if the coffee was still hot when she woke up, if the chocolate croissant helped with the hangover I know she must've had.

Christ… the memory of her sleepy, drunk ramblings last night. The way she looked at me, begged me to stay, to hold her and kiss her.

Fuck. It's threatening to soften my resolve.

"You crossed a line today, Sophia." I force my eyes away from her. I have to. "You had no right to—"

"Are you done glaring at me?" she asks, circling her desk. "Or are you ready to hear me out?"

Sophia moves closer, her fingers toying with the collar of my shirt. The light touch sends electricity down my spine, and I have to fight the urge to grab her hand and pull her even closer.

The familiar scent of her perfume, that hint of something light and expensive that I've come to associate with board meetings and heated arguments… it hits differently now.

"Who's the superstar of the team, Blake?"

Her breath fans against my throat, hot and dangerous as I stand there trying to fight the instinct to grab her, to pin her against the nearest surface.

I shrug, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "You tell me, Sophia."

Her fingers hook my collar, giving it a slow, deliberate tug. Her nails graze my throat, just barely, the scrape of them enough to send a sharp, hot jolt straight down my spine, right to my dick.

"You," she whispers, her lips brushing against my jaw now, her breath scalding against my pulse. "You're the star, Blake. And now, the focus is on you, not on your program. That's what you want, isn't it?"

My body locks up.

A piece of me, somewhere deep, buried under the need clawing at my chest, registers what she’s saying.

I swallow hard, my resolve already starting to crumble. "What are you doing, Sophia?"

She hums, pressing closer, until her soft, warm body is flush against mine, until I can feel the hard peaks of her nipples through her blouse, pressing against my chest.

Her nails drag down my shirt, slow, tantalizing, tracing every ridge of muscle, every dip, until she’s resting her palm right over my stomach, her fingers spreading lower.

Her voice? A fucking purr. "I'm giving you what you want, Blake. What we both want."

Each touch, each fucking breath, a dare. A slow, merciless push against the limits of my carefully constructed control.

She’s playing the same game she did last night.

Only now? There’s nothing clouding her intent. No alcohol, no half-slurred words.

She wants this.

And fuck, I do too.

Her breath ghosts over my jaw, then lower, until she’s pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just beneath my ear.

I clench my fists. “Sophia.”

“It’s hard to think straight, isn’t it?” Her tongue flicks against my skin. Teasing. Tasting. “That’s the point, you know. All this tension, all the fighting… when we could just… feel. ”

Her hand moves lower, sliding down my chest, trailing fire in its wake, until her palm cups my cock through my jeans.

A harsh, gritted groan tears from my throat before I can stop it.

I exhale sharply, barely holding on. “You’re not drunk.”

She leans in, her mouth hovering over mine, her tongue flicking just over my lips, just enough to taste, to tease, to wreck me completely.

“No, Blake,” she breathes, her voice dripping with sin. “I’m not.”

Her fingers press harder, molding against the thick length of my cock as she begins to stroke it, making my jaw clench, my control snap thread by fucking thread.

“Does that mean I get what I want now?” she whispers, taunting, knowing exactly how far she’s pushing me. "Or should I just expect another basket of muffins on my desk later?”

I don’t think.

I move.

One second, I’m crushing my mouth to hers, making her shut the fuck up for two damn seconds, and the next, I’ve got two fistfuls of her hips, spinning her so fast she gasps, her palms slamming onto the desk to catch herself as I bend her over.

Her ass presses right against my cock, the heat of her burning through my jeans, and I let out a rough, ragged breath, my pulse fucking thundering.

"You're gonna get in so much fucking trouble, Sophia Hart."

My hands drag up her thighs, her face pressed hard against a stack of folders on her desk. I yank her back against me, letting her feel exactly what she's done to me.

"You know how bad I had to fight not to give this to you last night?" I growl, my mouth hovering over the soft, sensitive skin of her neck.

She shifts her ass against me, rubbing back, her breath coming faster.

"Maybe you should have just given in," she whispers, tilting her head, giving me access as her fingers curl around the edge of the desk.

"Maybe you should stop being such a damn pain in my ass."

My palm comes down on her ass, the sharp crack filling the room as she gasps. Fuck. The noise practically drips from her mouth, a moan so breathless, so goddamn sexy, that I almost lose it right there.

"Huh. You like that, don't you?" My voice is harsh, half a groan as I soothe the sting on her ass with my palm.

Then I spank her again.

Sophia smothers her cry with her arm, wiggling her hips just enough to make me insane. "You tell me, Blake. Did I like it?"

Fucking hell.

I grab her by the hair, pulling back, making her back arch as she loses control of her breathing. Her spine curves perfectly, her ass pressing into my cock like she was fucking made for this.

Her lips part, a barely restrained moan crawling up her throat, and fuck, I need her.

I yank my belt open, still gripping her hair tight, my zipper loud in the silence of her office. My cock springs free, hard and already fucking throbbing, already aching, desperate for her as I release her hair and push against her back, sending her bending over the desk again.

Falling to my knees behind her… I see them.

Her panties.

Red lace.

A heart-shaped cutout, right over her fucking pussy .

"You planned this," I rasp, gripping the delicate fabric, my knuckles tightening as I give the lace a tug, enjoying the way her breath hitches as it tightens over her clit.

She laughs, low and wrecked, her hands gripping the desk, her ass rocking back against me like she’s daring me to lose control.

“Did I Blake? Do you think I would do something like that to you?”

I grunt and shake my head, gripping her panties and ripping them clean off with one hard yank . They tear in two, and I let the fabric flutter to the ground of her office, forgotten and ruined forever.

"I think you've been going out of your damn way to get to me." I drop to my knees, my hands spreading her ass wide, my thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her ass, exposing her tight hole and her wet pussy completely. "And now I've got my hands on you, Sophia, I'm never fucking letting you go."

I lean in and her scent hits me like a drug. Heady. Intoxicating. So fucking sweet.

I groan against her skin, my lips hovering, my tongue darting out, teasing the space just before she needs me the most.

She shifts, needy, impatient, and I grin against her thigh.

I slide my thumb along her slick folds, a growl rumbling deep in my chest.

"You're fucking drenched, Sophia. Is this all for me?" I don't wait for an answer, circling her clit with a featherlight touch, making her squirm. "Look at you, bent over your desk like a little corporate slut, desperate for my touch."

She whimpers, pushing back against my hand, eager for more. "Yes. For you."

I chuckle, low and dark, pulling my hand away just enough to make her whine.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?"

I press one last kiss right against her clit, my tongue flicking just enough to send her jolting forward, a choked moan spilling from her lips.

Then I give her what she wants.

I devour her.

"This is mine now, Sophia. Every inch of you is mine."

I give it to her. Long, slow strokes, my tongue sliding from slit to clit, lapping up every fucking drop of her fresh juices, my hands spreading her ass wider, holding her firm as she grinds back against my mouth, moaning and pressing herself against the desk.

Her hips jerk, her thighs squeeze, a desperate plea tumbling from her lips.

"Blake… Oh… Fuck, you feel so good."

I flick my tongue harder, curling it around her clit, sucking just enough to have her crying out.

I need her coming on my mouth.

I groan against her, the vibration sending her over the edge, her moan sharp and frantic. There it is. Her entire fucking body tenses and in one movement, I'm rising up, gripping my cock and nudging it at her wet hole, the scent of her orgasm dripping on my face.

"You've got no idea what you just started, Sophia." I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Now I've got you, I'm never giving you up."

I grip her hard and thrust into Sophia from behind, my hands gripping her hips as I watch her pale ass bounce against me.

The sight of my cock disappearing into her pussy is enough to drive me wild, but it's the way she squeezes around me, pulling me deeper, that has me on the edge.

She moans, pushing back against me, meeting each thrust with a greedy demand for more.

I can feel her getting close again, her body tensing, her soaked cunt slippery and wet against my hardness. I reach around, finding her clit and circling it with my fingers, pressing just hard enough to send her over the edge.

"That's it, Sophia," I whisper, my voice hoarse with need as I rub her clit. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

She comes with a shattering cry, her fucking pussy gripping tight around me, pulling me through the orgasm with her.

"Fuck!" I thrust into her one last time, holding myself deep as I cum, unleashing rope after rope of cum inside her.

I step back, breathlessly panting. The sight of my white, sticky cum dripping out of her hole does something primal to me, something that feels like a fire in my heart has just ignited.

She turns to look at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.

"Finally," she says, a smirk playing on her lips. "You only left me waiting for that all night."

I pull my jeans up, my breath still ragged.

"Was this your plan all along?" I ask, watching her straighten her blouse, twisting her skirt at the same time. "The youth program, all of it?"

She smiles, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "No. It came to me in the moment. But Blake, nothing at the Icehawks is bigger than you. And now they have you as their focus, us as their focus, they will leave those kids alone. I know that for a fact."

Our eyes lock.

This was more than just sex.

This was Sophia giving herself to me, letting me into her world, forcing me to trust her and finally getting me to relinquish some of the control I've held too damn close for too damn long.

"You protect them, Blake. And I'll protect you."