Page 34 of Suddenly Desired (APEX Billionaires’ Club #2)

BLAKE

Blake’s hands trembled as they found the buttons of the softest pair of floral pyjamas he’d ever seen.

Not from hesitation, but from the sheer weight of everything he was feeling.

His fingertips brushed against the fabric, and beneath it, her warmth called to him like gravity.

He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of her breath catching or the way her body arched ever so slightly towards him, but every nerve in his body ignited with need.

He took his time, undoing the first button slowly, his eyes fixed on her face.

Ellie’s lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

She looked up at him with a mix of trust and desire that made his pulse thunder in his ears.

His thumb pushed the second button, and as it slipped free, the fabric parted to reveal the smooth, pale curve of her collarbone.

He couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss it, his lips caressing her skin as she let out a soft, breathy sigh.

His cock sprang to attention and the towel that had been trying its hardest to stay tight around his waist fell on to the bed between them.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against her, his voice rough. His fingers worked their way down the row of buttons until the floral print slid open to reveal the swell of her breasts, her body glowing in the faint light of the room, her nipples taut and too delicious not to taste.

He shifted back on top of her and Ellie shivered beneath the swirl of his tongue.

She slid her hands up his back, her nails grazing his shoulders just enough to make him groan.

She wasn’t holding back, wasn’t shy, and it made him want her even more.

He flicked his tongue over one nipple, then the other, his hands lifting the curve of her breasts to his mouth.

She tasted like warmth and sweetness, like everything he hadn’t realised he’d been craving.

She was utterly breathtaking.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice raw with emotion, and Ellie moaned quietly as she urged him up her body to kiss him.

“And I’m in your debt,” she whispered. “Lie back.”

She pushed at his chest. Blake blinked for a second, stunned, then did as he was told, easing onto the pillows as Ellie shifted on top of him. Straddling his waist, she dragged her nails down his chest, her eyes dark with intent as she reached his rock-hard cock.

“God, you’re so hard.” Her fingers wrapped around him and began stroking.

Blake’s breath caught. “That’s not helping me stay composed.”

Ellie gave him a wicked smile. “Then don’t.”

Her touch was confident and slow, and she eased her way down his body, teasing the sensitive underside of his cock with her thumb before she took him deep in her mouth.

Blake swore, loudly, his hands flying to her hair as the heat of her mouth wrapped around him.

“Fuck, Ellie!”

Taking her time, she drew him deeper, using her tongue to flick against the head as she withdrew, pumping his base with her grip. His hips flexed involuntarily. The sight of her was too much.

“You keep doing that,” he groaned, “and this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”

She pulled back slowly, licking his length with her tongue. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Only if you’re planning on climbing on top of me next.”

“Your wish,” she whispered as she moved back up his body, “is my command.”

His hands gripped her hips, holding her still. They looked at each other, realisation flooding them.

“Condoms,” they said in unison.

Ellie laughed, arched a brow, and looked around. “This is my childhood bedroom. You think I’ve got condoms stashed behind my teddies? Where are yours?”

Blake was breathless, still barely holding it together. “Oh, man. Don’t go anywhere.”

He kissed her and pulled back with a groan, lifting her from on top of him and sliding off the bed. Grabbing the towel to cover himself, he sprinted out of the room, rummaged through his suitcase, and back again with surprising speed given how Ellie had turned his legs to jelly.

He stalked towards the bed, his eyes locked onto Ellie’s, the foil packet already torn open between his teeth. Rolling the condom on with practised ease, he climbed onto the bed on top of her.

“Look at you.” He ran a hand up the inside of her legs, spreading her wider as he settled between them. “You’re so wet.”

His fingers dipped into her, just enough to make her gasp, then he lined himself up at her entrance, the head of his thick cock teasing her folds, and pushed into her slowly, groaning deep in his throat as he filled her inch by inch.

Her body stretched around him, tight and hot and slick and perfect.

They both stilled, breathless, letting the sensations wash over them. Then he began to move.

Slow, deep thrusts that had her hands clawing at his back, pulling him deeper. He held her hips, angling her so they fit perfectly together, as he built her up, thrust by thrust.

Ellie dragged her hands up his chest, her nails grazing over the skin until she reached his chin, cupping it and forcing him to look at her. “Lie down, let me.”

Blake stilled, almost shooting his load with her words.

He took a deep, ragged breath, trying to focus his attention anywhere but her amazing body to stop himself coming.

He pulled out, easing onto his elbows then his back as Ellie rose to her knees.

She straddled him again, this time lowering herself back onto him, taking his full length with a moan that hit him square in the gut.

“Ellie!”

She started to move. Slowly at first, grinding her hips with meticulous precision.

Her confidence wrecked him, the sight of her almost too much.

Slipping a hand between them, his thumb found her slick, swollen bundle of nerves at her centre.

He circled it slowly, then pressed harder making her gasp.

Her eyes fluttered closed, hips jerking reflexively.

“Keep going.” His thumb moved rhythmically, matching her hips. “Come on me.”

She let out a broken moan. The more he circled her clit, the more erratic her movements. Blake couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her mouth parted, her body trembling, every motion of her hips sending sparks up his spine.

“Come for me, Ellie.” His thumb flicked faster and faster. “I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

She cried out as she came, the walls of her pussy clenching his cock.

Blake lost it then, thrusting into her one final time before he came mere seconds after Ellie with a guttural groan.

She collapsed forward onto his chest, thighs trembling.

He felt her still pulsing around him, felt the heat of her breath against his neck.

They lay there, tangled in each other as Blake exhaled a shaky breath.

“Holy shit,” Ellie murmured, and Blake could do nothing but agree.

* * *

Blake stirred, stretching out his legs and feeling the cold, hard end of a bed against his feet.

He opened his eyes, seeing an unfamiliar room around him — cheesy posters on the walls, and a pink duvet cover on the bed.

It took only a second for it all to come rushing back, and when it did, a slow smile spread across his face.

Ellie.

He sat up, the little bed creaking beneath him as he ran a hand through his tousled hair.

The memory of her was everywhere — in the faint scent of her perfume lingering on the pillow, in the warmth still clinging to the sheets.

He glanced around the room, his chest tightening when he realised she wasn’t there.

For a fleeting moment, he felt a pang of panic. Had she regretted it? Had he crossed a line? No, he’d made sure she wanted it too. But more than consent, Ellie had done things to his body that made him twitch even at the memory.

He climbed off the bed, walking to the window.

The curtains were obviously blackout ones because when he pulled them back a shaft of sunshine punched into the room.

He whisked them open, then grabbed his discarded towel, made his way out of Ellie’s room and into the one that her mum had made up for him.

His phone lay on his neatly folded clothes and he picked it up.

There were twenty-seven missed calls, all from various members of the board.

Eight voicemail messages waited for him but he couldn’t bring himself to check them.

There was also a news alert announcing that he had stepped down from Heartbook.

Gritting his teeth, he opened it up and scrolled through it.

There was a photograph of him from the press conference and he barely recognised himself — he looked like a shadow of the man he had once been.

There was also a photograph of Michelle and David standing side by side, smiling smugly.

According to the article, they had both been appointed the joint CEOs of the company.

He couldn’t bear to read any more, and he tossed the phone on to the bed.

He only picked it up again when he remembered that he hadn’t checked the time, and when he did he couldn’t believe it.

It was nearly nine — later than he had slept in years.

He had no intention of ever wearing his suit again, so he opened his travel bag and pulled out a pair of Levi’s and a plain grey T-shirt instead.

After a pit stop to wash his face and brush his teeth, he headed downstairs, a little tentative about why Ellie had left him alone in her room.

Blake hoped he’d not done anything stupid in his sleep or that Ellie regretted what they’d done.

He headed to the kitchen where they’d eaten the previous night, following the delicious smells of coffee and pastries.