Authors: R.W. Shannon
Analeigh swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. For a moment, she couldn’t speak as he made his way to her desk and sat on the edge of it. She wanted to stand up and properly greet him, but suspected her legs wouldn’t hold her upright.
“Hi,” he said. “Surprised to see me?”
“I am. What are you doing here?”
“I’ve missed you,” he confessed. “I waited for you to return my calls. When you didn’t, it broke my heart.”
“I had a lot to think about. To sort out. I wasn’t sure if I could handle this.”
He nodded. “Do you still feel that way?”
“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.
He reached for her hand and she let him hold it. This time, her legs worked enough for her to stand. In one fell swoop, she found herself caught up in Blake’s embrace with her arms wrapped around his neck and her face buried into his strong shoulder. He smelled like sandalwood with just a hint of smoke like mesquite. Analeigh closed her eyes, letting his scent fill her. She still loved him. Had never stopped. But how was this going to work?
If she was honest with herself, she would realize that it was working. And more than anything, she wanted to be with him and only him.
She leaned back in his arms. When her gaze met his, her heart lurched. Could she wait until tomorrow to have him? No. There was forty-five minutes until her next class. It was more than enough time to show him how much she missed him. He lifted his hand and smoothed her curls away from her face. In an instant, the look in his eye turned from tenderness to pure desire.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he confessed. “If anything, I want to bend you over this desk and have my way with you.”
Analeigh smiled. “That’s what I want too.”
She stepped out of his embrace to move to her office door and lock it. While she walked back toward him, she pulled her black sweater over her head and let it drop to the floor. Blake groaned as he pulled her against him, dipping his head to cover the tops of her breasts with kisses. Analeigh arched into his urgent kisses. He pushed up the hem of her skirt. His strong, thick fingers skimmed the crotch of her panties. Her body trembled.
“Blake,” she moaned. “I need you.”
He tilted her face, then touched his lips against hers. The softness of his mouth sent a shiver down her spine. It was as if Blake threaded his kiss with every shred of emotion he could and she felt it in every fiber of her body. Analeigh tore her mouth from his to momentarily find her breath and yank his shirt over his head, but eagerly sought his again. She clutched his shoulders, his back. Oh, how her body missed his. In anticipation of him entering her, she felt moisture drip down the walls of her core and nestle against her opening. Four long months without him felt like an eternity. She couldn’t wait any longer and, clumsily, unfastened his jeans and tugged his shaft from under the denim. His skin felt like satin against the palm of her hand. He groaned and leaned away from her lips.
“You’re wrong about one thing,” he whispered against her temple.
“I’m the one that needs you.”
Blake stood. He pivoted around to her back and gently leaned her over her desk. Analeigh clutched its wooden sides as he hiked up her skirt, pulled the crotch of her panties aside and entered her. She gave in to the sensation of his thick dick scraping the walls of her pussy. For a split second, she wondered how many women he’d been with during their hiatus. Mostly because they weren’t using a condom and because a man like Blake wouldn’t be single for long. As if reading her mind, he answered her.
“I’ve been only yours since day one,” he whispered against her ear. “Nothing has changed that.”
His hard, quick thrusts punctuated each syllable of his statement. The legs of the old desk beneath her moved with his movements. She heard footsteps outside her door, but wasn’t about to stop for anything. The thrill of getting caught only heightened the experience. The fact that she was doing this with the man she loved only made it that much sweeter. She bit her lips to hold back a squeal. There was a tentative knock on her door. Blake froze. When the knock sounded again, Analeigh realized, too late, that she was supposed to meet with a student about his paper before class tonight.
“Damn it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Do you have to get that?”
“I do. I’m sorry.”
Quickly, they dressed and pulled themselves together. Analeigh opened her door to indeed find her student Wright on the other side. With a stricken look on his face, the junior clutched the pages of his paper to his chest and looked from her to Blake.
“Is this a bad time?” he asked.
Analeigh smiled, hoping her makeup wasn’t too smeared. “No. Just give me five minutes.”
“Cool. I’ll run and get a coffee. Want one?”
“No, thank you.”
As soon as he left, she turned to look at Blake. He chuckled as he pressed his lips against hers.
“You owe me,” he whispered against them.
“What’s my punishment?”
“I’ll think of something.” He leaned away from her. His eyes were filled with mischief. “Call me later?”
Blake lifted his hand to cup her cheek. He kissed her, then left her office. Analeigh watched him go. Her heart beat slowly in her chest. She loved him more than anything. They could make this work. They had to, because she wasn’t about to continue another minute without him. With her body still in lust mode, she had trouble concentrating on her meeting with Wright and, moments later, she fumbled her way through her lecture class. That wasn’t like her. She needed him and it was obvious her body wasn’t going to be at peace until they finished what they had started in her office.
Analeigh dismissed class a half hour early. In a rush, she dropped her class materials off in her office, gathered her personal items, and fled the building. She hailed a taxi to take her to Blake’s condo. It was close to ten as she got on the elevator and rode it to the thirtieth floor. Her thoughts raced. What if he wasn’t home? What if he was but wasn’t alone? It was too late to turn back now. Once the car reached its destination, she got out to make her way to his door. The key he had given her was still on her key ring. Her hands shook as she opened the door and stepped inside.
The sound of soft rock music greeted her as she closed the door behind her. The living room was dark but the light and the once popular song of an eighties band were coming from the master bedroom. Analeigh kicked off her pumps, then dropped her purse and briefcase by the door. Maybe she should’ve called first. Wasn’t it crazy to drop in on a trained killer like this? She stripped off her sweater and skirt while she made her way to the open bedroom door. Blake was lying in the middle of his king-sized bed. It looked like he was naked. His laptop rested on top of his bare thighs as he typed on the keyboard. Her heart danced as she watched him. It felt as if she had found a home for it.
“Are you just going to stand there?” he asked with a smirk.
“Just enjoying the view.”
Blake closed his laptop and set it aside. When he took off his glasses to put them on the nightstand, she tried to concentrate on his green eyes, but her attention was diverted. His cock was stiff and stood at attention. Catching her line of sight, Blake curled his palm around his shaft and stroked it. Analeigh’s breath caught around the lump in her throat.
“It’s been like this ever since I left your office,” he stated.
“Maybe I can help.”
With his free hand, he motioned for her to come closer. “I was hoping you’d drop by to do just that.”
Analeigh unhooked her bra and let the satin garment flutter to the floor. She then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties to slide them down her hips, trembling as she stepped out of them. Once that was done, she moved to the bed, climbed onto the mattress, and straddled his erection. Blake reached up to cup her breasts. He rubbed his thumbs against her nipples until they responded to his touch. Her pussy was centered over his cock, hovering mere inches from glory, but she hesitated to sheathe him.
Suddenly, heaviness filled her heart. She wanted, needed this yet couldn’t bring herself to complete the bond. If she did, what did it mean? Were they a couple again? Was that what she wanted? Yes, her mind seemed to scream. Stop thinking and just do it.
A look of concern crossed Blake’s face. He released his hold on her breasts and rested his hands on her hips. “What’s wrong, love?”
“Are we rushing this? We haven’t really talked about what this will mean. Or what we’re going to do.”
Blake sat up. When he did, the tip of his cock rested against her clit. Analeigh tried to ignore the tingling sensation it caused but failed. She reached between her legs and stroked him with her thumb. Maybe she was overthinking things, but that was a part of her personality she couldn’t shut off. He lifted his hands to cup her face and to tilt it slightly so she was looking at him.
“Then let’s talk,” he said. “What do you want?”
“I want you, but with a less unethical job.”
He chuckled. “I can do that.”
“I’ll just need time to figure out what I want to do next. And there’s one mission I need to complete.”
She frowned. “What’s that?”
“To find Sarah’s killer and make him pay for what he’s done.”
“The police can—”
He shook his head. “This is above what the police can do. Unless you’ve walked in my shoes, you can’t begin to understand this world.”
Analeigh nodded. He was right. She didn’t, couldn’t understand his world. Yet she didn’t know what it would take for her to be comfortable with it. And what if she never could? Blake leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers.
“I love you,” he whispered. “You just have to trust me.”
“I do trust you. And love you. Sometimes, I don’t think you can fully trust me.”
“You’re right. I promise to work on that.”
“And I’ll try to accept what you do, for now.”
He leaned back and smiled. “Does that mean you’re my woman now?”
She laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever stopped.”
For Blake to label the last few months without Analeigh hell would be an understatement. He understood her reservations about moving forward. Truth be told, he had them too. But now that he had her in his arms again, he wasn’t about to let her go. Tilting her face to his, he touched his lips against hers. The softness of Analeigh’s mouth sent a shiver down his spine, which settled into his crotch. Blake threaded his kiss with every shred of emotion he could. His goal was not that Analeigh simply knew he loved her, but felt it in every fiber of her body. She pressed her body against his. The signal he’d come to know as her wanting him. Now.
Blake gathered her in his arms, then twisted her around so that he was on top of her. He gently parted her thighs and guided his hard dick inside her. His movements were slow and steady as he took his time to devour every inch of her body. Analeigh trembled in his arms. Whoever he was before he met Analeigh was a moot point. That cold-blooded assassin that he once was began to dissolve with each thrust. Would heaven have mercy on him and forgive him for the lives that he’d taken? Maybe. Maybe not. Why was the line between right and wrong so thin?
His heart felt heavy. All he wanted was to give her a safe place to raise their family. But was that even possible?
The walls of her pussy contracted around his dick like a fist. He reared back to shove his length inside her moist, warm core. Analeigh moaned and arched her hips into his. Her legs widened, giving him deeper access to her. Blake briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them to stare down at her, her dark irises sparkled like that Shanghai sky. After Sarah’s murder, Blake never thought he’d find another soul mate. Once again, the universe had proven him wrong. The sensation of her body against his began to overtake him.
The crescendo in his thrusts caused the mattress to sway. Together, they rode the wave of it. This time, he wasn’t going to ruin things by climaxing first. Analeigh clutched him tightly. He knew by the slight curl of her lips. The expression of wonder that flashed in her eyes before she glanced away that she was going to come. Her nose wrinkled. Her lips parted as she released his name on a puff of air. Suddenly, she shuddered beneath him. Her chest heaved while she struggled to regain her breath.
With his own orgasm bearing down on him, Blake shifted gears. His pelvis slammed into hers, putting an arch in her back, and hopefully another climax in her pussy. His business phone chimed, but he wasn’t about to stop for anything. Analeigh glanced at him curiously, then slid her hands down his torso to clutch his hips. The ringing stopped. He reached up and placed his hand flat against the wall above the headboard to brace himself. His seed rushed out of him and into her. Once again, he phone chimed and he ignored it.
Completely spent, he rolled off Analeigh and closed his eyes. He sighed when the sound finally stopped.
“Don’t you have to answer that?” she asked.
“Brooklyn will understand.”
“Still, I don’t want to be the reason you get fired.”
Blake opened his eyes to look at her. “I thought you wanted me to quit.”
Analeigh reached out her hand to stroke his chest. “I do. Until then, you have a job to do.”
Blake gathered her in his arms. Once she was settled against his chest, he closed his eyes. “I’ll call her later.”
“Are you sure?”
“Aye. I need my beauty sleep. Plus, there’s still the matter of your punishment.”
She giggled. “Yes, sir.”
Blake chuckled. Once again, a feeling of euphoria washed over him. He began to relax but wondered how long this would last. The only way to guarantee this kind of happiness was to find Ian. Starting tomorrow, that was just what he planned to do.
* * * * *
Brooklyn slammed her office phone in its cradle. Where the hell was Blake Callahan? It wasn’t like him to ignore his calls. She had to tell him that Ian had been spotted leaving the area but she wanted to warn Blake to be careful. Not that he would listen. With a sigh, she ran her hand through her long hair, then pushed away from her desk. Should she drop by his condo and make sure he was okay? Perhaps, Blake was patching things up with Analeigh. She’d give him a half hour, then try him again. Wearily, she stood and made her way to the floor to ceiling windows of her office that overlooked the National Mall.