Blaze's Second Chance (The Sinclair Men) (13 page)

“Wow.” He heard Cassie speak.

He rolled off her and took her in his arms, his cock pulling out of her body

“You’re amazing,” he said and kissed the top of her head.

“What happens now?” she asked.

Blaze stared down at the top of her head. He couldn’t see her face. Her voice gave nothing away, and his heart pounded inside his chest for a different reason.

He rolled her to her back and perched above her. Her eyes were glazed with tears, and he brushed them away.

“Why are you crying?”

She shook her head and tried to look away.

“Don’t, please, Cassie. Talk to me,” he said.

“Because I don’t know what happens next. I’m scared, Blaze.”

Blaze gazed into her eyes, his heart lifting when he realised the start of a new future could be happening now. All he had to do was take the next step. Cassie had given him a second chance, and this time he was going to do what he should have done then.

“What happens next? I take you home and wash your body. Then I put you in my bed and love you all night long.” He kissed her.

“And after that?”

“Didn’t you hear what I told you? You’re mine, Cassie. Forever, not for a quick screw.”

Chapter Thirteen

Blaze was true to his word. They dressed on the beach and walked home. Everyone else was out or asleep. He took her to his room.

“I’ve never been inside your room,” she whispered.

He led her through to the bathroom, and he set her down on a seat. She sat and waited while he filled a bath with water and soaps. The scent of lavender was in the air.

“Are you trying to make me sleepy?” she asked.

“Nope. I want you alert for what I’ve got planned after,” he said. Blaze came to her and helped to undress her. She was conscious of the wet patch of their combined releases over the hair of her mound.

He helped her into the bath and then joined her. She turned to face him in the water.

“Don’t you want to use me as a cushion?”

“No. I want to learn more about this man you’ve become. Last time I heard you were a man-whore, and I still liked you.” She wouldn’t say the word love. Their time together was still new, and she didn’t want to spoil anything by a badly picked word.

“Okay. Well, this is quite hard.” She enjoyed seeing him on edge. His fingers always ran through his hair. This side of Blaze made him more real to her. “After you left and I didn’t see you again I married Francesca. Seven – or was it six months? – later she gave birth to my son. My life was miserable, and I spent the entire time working and building up the Sinclair empire. That’s it, in a nut shell.”

Cassie had thought she’d be hurt by the mention of Francesca. Instead she felt awful for the life Blaze had lived. When most families had a child, it brought the couple closer together whereas in Blaze’s situation it sent him further away.

“Were you there when Blaze Junior was born?”

“No. Francesca wanted a C-section, and she got one. That whole too posh to push theory.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Blaze shrugged. “This is part of the reason I didn’t get to have you. I love my son, but sometimes I used to wonder what it would have been like if I told Francesca to shove it.”

“Why would you have done that?” The truths coming out of his mouth were shocking her. She thought he’d wanted Francesca back then. That she’d been a pity fuck. Never had she thought she’d be a consolation, a memory to take with him into hell.

“Because I’d have had you. You came into my office that night after that bitch phoned me. I thought it was a stupid sign. A way out. You looked so beautiful, and I’d wanted you for the entire year. I loved your smile and kind face. Then came the news I’d fucked up. The condom had broken when I was too drunk to notice.” He laughed, and she heard the bitter edge to the sound.

“I thought I was a pity fuck,” she said to him.

He looked at her with sad eyes. “You were never a pity fuck to me, Cassie. You know when you came to tell me about that phone call? I’d been talking with my brother about you. He knew back then how much I wanted you, and that night I’d decided I was going to make my move. I didn’t care about being the boss. And then she phoned, and my world was fucked. No. That night in the office I got to taste what I could have had. That night has been the only thing keeping me going. Thinking about seeing you again and holding you in my arms. That’s what I wanted.”

Cassie’s heart broke. All this time she’d thought wrong. Blaze had seen her in a different light. A tear broke from her eye, and he looked like he wanted to cry. “Please don’t cry,” he asked. “I hate to see your tears.”

“These are tears of happiness. You don’t understand what you’ve just given me.” Cassie flung herself across the bath tub and threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him with a huge smile on her face. He held onto her as she slipped from all of the bubbles.

“Maybe I should tell you my feelings more often,” he said.

“Yes. Don’t keep anything back.”

She moaned and cupped his face between her hands. Cassie stared at his face and absorbed every feature and line of his face.

“Never.” He brushed her hair over one shoulder.

“I think we need to get out of this water.”

In the time it had taken for Blaze to talk the water around them had grown cold.

Cassie squealed as he lifted her up out of the water. She clung to him when he climbed out of the bath.

“Don’t drop me,” she said and held on tighter.

“I wouldn’t drop you for the world.” Blaze carried her through to the bedroom and with her still nice and wet he placed her in the centre of his silk sheets.

“These will be ruined.”

“I don’t intend to keep them, and I promised myself when I got you on my bed I’d eat this pussy in the light for me to see.” He knelt between her legs, his hands going to the top of her thighs and splaying her open.

Cassie wasn’t conscious of her body anymore. The weight of all the insecurities had been lifted in his admission. The strangest and most bizarre feeling settled over her. Blaze admitting she hadn’t been a pity fuck had opened her world and mind to that night.

“I’m yours,” she said.

Blaze got a wicked gleam in his eye, and Cassie couldn’t do anything but hold her breath as he lowered his head.

She cried out at the first swipe of his tongue through her creaming wet slit. Her fingers clenched in the silk sheet. He didn’t have anything for her to hold onto. Cassie gasped when his fingers played around her entrance. She held her breath as one thick finger thrust inside her followed by a second. His tongue tortured her swollen aching clit.

Her eyes closed.

“Yes, lick me,” she panted.

A third finger joined the other two, stretching her pussy. He made a scissor action inside her. Cassie moved her hips with the thrusting of his hand, his tongue speeding up and slowing down every time she grew closer to the peak. Cum was leaking out of her, and she felt it as it dribbled down past her ass.

She moaned at the forbidden pleasure hidden there.

Her eyes opened when what felt like a thumb was pressed against the tight hole.

“What are you doing?” she asked, scared and excited. No man had ever touched her ass before, never so intimately. Cassie had thought about it over the years when she’d read books and articles, but she always figured the information was far-fetched. How could anyone find pleasure in what she considered to be an out hole?

“You ever been fucked in the ass?”

“Nooo,” she said drawing out the word.

“How about I give you a little taster?” he said. “Trust me.”

She hated those words. If she refused, it would show she didn’t trust him. To say yes what would that make her? A slut? A woman?

She was thinking too much.

Cassie lay back and submitted to whatever he wanted to do to her body. His tongue began flicking her clit, and within moments she forgot about being tense and the decision he was making and let go. Her cunt was filled, her clit getting attention.

Oh sweet mother of god.

His thumb pushed past those tight rings of muscles. Cassie couldn’t tense up even if she wanted to. The pleasure and the burn turned into the most exquisite taste of torture she’d ever participated in. She wanted more, to be filled by more than a thumb. Would he ever stick his cock in her?

Nothing mattered. His thumb was matching the thrusts of his fingers, and his tongue danced over her clit. A trio of ecstasy. Cassie couldn’t control herself.

The orgasm surged up, tumbling over her, unexpected but so fucking great.

She screamed, her hips and pelvis pushing up and back trying to take his fingers and his thumb at the same time.

Her cum pulsed from her body soaking his hands and the sheets. Cassie knew she’d come loads. The pleasure didn’t cease until she passed out on the bed, a deep sleep consuming her.

****

There was no greater satisfaction than knowing you’d sent your woman into a deep sleep. Cassie would wake in the morning. What with the time on the beach, the long day together, and the dual penetration she’d experienced, his woman was pooped.

He pulled out of her body, carefully, to make sure he didn’t wake or disturb her, and went to the bathroom to wash up and grab a cloth.

He brought a cool damp cloth and cleaned between her legs and ass. The coolness would do her good. She’d be sore in the morning if he didn’t help her. Instead of moving her, he found the extra blankets and draped them over her body. Blaze got in beside her. He held Cassie in his arms and thought about that night three years ago. Not about Francesca, but about what he’d said in the bathroom when he’d been talking to Chris. Cassie didn’t know she’d had an impact on him long before the night of the Christmas party. The memories were as clear to him as if it had happened yesterday.

****

Blaze Sinclair kept glancing in the direction of the sexy receptionist in his building. No matter where he went, he constantly tried to find her. Before he’d hired her earlier in the year, he would hide and come through the back exit. But now he made the effort to come round to the front of the building and speak to her before he started his day. Her cheery smile and friendly personality started his work day off, with a hard cock and pleasant thoughts.

He walked away from the employee he’d fired – for incompetence and misuse of company funds – and watched Cassie as she twirled and danced around his reception area. She was decorating and making it sparkle for the Christmas party. She really livened this place up. Everyone he knew spoke highly of her, even his business colleagues, who liked to see a smiling face when they came to visit Sinclairs’ main building.

“You’re drooling.” Blaze turned to see his brother, Chris Sinclair approach.

Blaze smiled. “She’s worth drooling over.”

“Only if you like them on the chunky side,” Chris said.

“She’s not chunky. She’s a full woman.” Blaze hated it when his brother called Cassie chunky. She was delicious and fulsome. He craved to feel her softness against him, to see her delectable body naked beneath him, accepting him into her. He turned away, his cock hardening and making it uncomfortable for him in the tight trousers he wore.

“Tonight you could take care of that little ache,” Chris said, obviously knowing exactly why Blaze had turned away.

“She’s an employee. I’d never put her into a position like that.” Blaze was firm. No matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn’t abuse his position as her boss to take what he wanted. She deserved better than to be manipulated.

“Well, it’s always a thought. It’s Christmas after all.” Chris’s final words echoed around his head.

It was Christmas, but could he use Cassie like that? There would be no way for any type of relationship to continue after a brief affair. Blaze didn’t want to make any encounter between himself and Cassie feel sordid.