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“I don’t need to go home,” he said, taking the phone from her hand and replacing it in the cradle. Cassie’s heart raced. She thought it would burst from her chest as the rapid beats increased. He kept a good grip on her wrist. His eyes stared at where they touched.

“You are so soft,” he whispered, his fingers running along the inside of her wrist. He pressed against her pulse, and he must have felt it jump. His other arm came to her hip and pulled her to the centre of his desk, before him. Cassie gasped, the erotic force of the moment taking her breath away. She watched as he placed his head onto her slightly round stomach. She heard him pressing kisses on her stomach and inhaling her scent. His hands moved down and were pressing her legs apart, caressing up the insides of her legs and gathering up her skirt.

Cassie needed to stop him, but the feelings he evoked were driving her crazy. She wanted nothing more than to bask in his attention, but common sense came to the fore. She stopped his hands, forcing him to pause before he exposed her panties.

“Blaze, you need to stop,” she whispered. The denial sounded pathetic, but she needed to be the sane one. This wasn’t the Blaze she knew, and she refused to be a regret. 

“Please don’t push me away, Cassie. I’ve seen you watching me, and I know what you want. It’s Christmas. Let’s just forget everything but this moment.” His words sent alarm bells careening through her head. He was right. She wanted this, and she needed to feel this. Chris’s earlier words came back to her. What if after all this time Blaze had been waiting for her? She refused to spend the rest of her life wondering and regretting what could happen tonight. Cassie tugged on his tie, pulling his head closer to her. She took his lips, her first kiss with Blaze hot and feisty. Blaze stood, coming over her. He pulled her skirt as far as it would go, exposing her dampened panties. Cassie could smell her arousal, and she knew he must. Her pussy was wet and juicy.

He ripped her shirt open sending buttons spraying over the room. Cassie giggled, but she heard Blaze growl. His eyes devoured her lace-covered breasts. He unsnapped the front, watching as they exploded out. He moaned, and so did Cassie, as her breasts were huge and sensitive.

“You’ve got great tits. I want to suck on them.” Blaze cupped her breasts. They filled his hands and spilled over the top. Cassie moaned, arching her back.

“No good, I need you completely naked.” Blaze forced her to stand while he shed the rest of her clothes, as well as his until they stood staring at each other. Naked. He pushed her across his desk, his cock huge as it stood out.

“You’re so beautiful. A lovely ripe peach,” he growled. Blaze took one of her tits, and he nipped and plucked at her nipples.

She gasped. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“I’ve fantasised about you like this,” Blaze said. Cassie held her breath. This gorgeous man had fantasised about her? He wanted her?

“You wet for me, baby?” he asked. His fingers ran through her wet slit. She gasped, her eyes closing. “No, don’t close your eyes. Watch me,” he said. Cassie opened her eyes and followed the path he was taking. He was watching as his fingers circled her clit. The man was torturing her.

“So swollen and wet, begging to be touched.” She cried out as he penetrated her with two fingers.

He speared her pussy and fingered her clit. The wet sounds echoed off the walls of his office and heightened her arousal. She was wet and desperate to come. He fucked her with two fingers, and she watched him, the cream visible as he disappeared inside her body to his knuckles. The thrusts and touch on her swollen nub were driving her closer to the edge. She cried and bucked and begged for release.

Blaze took her to the pinnacle and brought her back before giving release. He held her back, denying her until she was a quivering wreck, mindless, insane and drunk on the pleasure that he was unleashing.

Only when she begged and pleaded for release, only when she was a quivering mess, blinded by intense pleasure, only then did he bring her to the edge and then to the peak of ecstasy. She screamed as her juices coated his fingers. Before she had a chance to come down from the exquisite high and get her senses in order, Blaze moved between her legs. With his hands on her hips he brought her to the edge of his desk, opening her wide for him. Blaze moved one of his hands between them. Cassie watched him grasp his large thick dick and tease the top through her wet slit. She gasped and cried out as his cock hit her clit, the naked head coated in her dripping cream.

“Please. No more,” she said. Blaze chuckled and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. He pressed forward until only the head pressed inside. Cassie couldn’t believe how stretched she was from only the head of his cock. Blaze took both of her hips in his large hands, and with great force he plunged all the way inside her dripping cunt to the hilt. He made her take all of his powerful strength. He was large, and there was a point of pain to his penetration, but it felt wonderful, the pleasure completely wiping out the small amount of pain.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock, love it. So fucking tight and wet.” He slammed into her weeping vagina – holding her in place – letting loose with animal savagery. Cries, screams and groans filled the office, the air permeated with the scent of sex. He pulled out and slammed back in. Cassie cried out. Every nerve ending was shooting with sensation. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, begging for more of this powerful man. He thrust inside her, using her body to bring them both to mindless pleasure. Cassie had never felt anything so amazing in her life. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted more.

“You make me lose myself,” Blaze said. Cassie screamed as Blaze completely lost it, riding her hard and deep. The pleasure was too intense.

“Cannot ...
wait ... no ... control,” Blaze yelled. He fucked into her waiting pussy, growling as pulses of semen shot from his cock into her womb.

They collapsed together in a heap on his desk, naked and sweaty.

Cassie didn’t know how long they stayed like that. She needed to move.

“Blaze, I gotta get up.” She tapped his shoulder. Something wasn’t right. Cassie felt it, like an afterthought. There was something about the whole encounter that did not sit well with her. Blaze had never treated her with anything but the utmost respect. What had changed in the period between the phone call and now? There had been no talking, just sex. Unbelievable, sweaty, never going to forget it kind of sex, but still just sex.

Blaze moved, his cock sliding out of her vagina. Cassie whimpered ever so slightly.

He helped her to her feet. Cassie waited to see if he would speak to her. He didn’t say anything. Instead they both dressed in silence. The silence continued as he drove her home. She watched him drive away, her heart heavy. 

****

Blaze didn’t watch her to the door. Instead he drove off feeling like the biggest fucking asshole in the world. He ran his fingers through his hair, and he smelt her scent all over him. For the past year he’d done nothing but fantasise about the fuller woman who worked in reception.

Her kind-hearted smile and general fun-loving attitude helped him through the dark days. Of all the shitty things he could do to her, he’d given her hope. A hope of a future. His brother, Chris, had warned him about leaving his timing too late. Not only had he left his timing too late, but he’d taken what he wanted because he knew Cassie Walker wouldn’t be in his future. The news Francesca had decided to give him had blown his whole world apart.

He pulled up to his house an hour later and hit his strongest scotch. For the next few weeks he needed to lose himself. He didn’t want to have a shower and wash away the woman he wanted more than anything else.

A second glass of strong liquor poured and consumed, he thought back to the night being inside Cassie.

She’d come to their offices at the ripe age of twenty-three. That was a year ago, and he’d been so impressed with her credentials he wanted her working for him. Most of the women were smaller in figure, and he’d been drawn to her fuller and earthier persona. Blaze had been surprised to learn she wasn’t married, and no man was waiting in the wings.

Shit
. He drained the glass and poured another. The alcohol would do nothing but give him a few hours of darkness.

Blaze glanced down at his watch and picked up the phone. His father needed to be told when his eldest son was about to be a father and get hitched to one of the most beautiful women in the world.

In his heart he was going straight to hell. He’d known that while fucking sweet Cassie. Like usual, he had taken what he wanted without caring who got hurt.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Blaze didn’t call over the festive season, and Cassie spent it alone in her small house. She wished she had a family of her own, but instead she had work to look forward to. The first day of work after Christmas was the worst. Cassie felt nervous and unsure, but she was certain that Blaze felt something as well. 

She smiled as employees came into the building, talking about how great their Christmas and New Year had been. She sat behind her desk, answering calls and dealing with the stack load of mail. Blaze hadn’t come through the main door. She knew he was in the building because she’d heard him and had put calls through to his office. He seemed to be avoiding her.

Not a good way to start the new year at work. Her hands shook every time she spoke to him.

At lunch time Cassie got the biggest shock of her life.

“Hi, I’m Francesca. I’ve got an appointment to see my fiancé.” Francesca, the gorgeous woman who’d been on the phone the night of the party.

“Yes, which one is your fiancé?” Cassie asked, dreading the answer.

“I’ll deal with this, Miss Walker.” Cassie gasped as the man of her dreams finally came to the reception area. He’d not even spoken her name.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t told anyone our good news.” Francesca purred as she went to Blaze’s side, kissing him full on the lips.

Cassie was going to be sick.

“What good news?” she whispered. Deep in her gut she already knew the answer.

“I’m engaged to be married.” She heard Blaze speak. Cassie didn’t want to hear it. Before she’d left for Christmas, he’d been inside her body. They’d fucked on his desk. Was Blaze Sinclair one of those men who used and forgot women?

Cassie watched him place a reassuring hand around his girlfriend. How could she have been so stupid to think he’d care about her?

“That’s not the only good news. We’re having a baby.” Francesca rammed the nail into Cassie’s coffin.

Cassie looked at the couple before her and felt like she was going to pass out. There was no way she could live through this pain, the excruciating emotional pain.  

She gathered her purse and coat. For the first time since working for the Sinclair men she was going out to lunch rather than staying in. Cassie had to get away from the building. 

“Blaze, is something wrong with the woman? She looks awfully pale.”

Cassie couldn’t believe she’d any colour at all. Was this how other women reacted when they realised they’d been used?

“Congratulations. I’ll be back in an hour,” Cassie said. The words were hard for her to speak, the lump in her throat painful. What else could she do?

She walked out of the office doors, not caring there wasn’t anyone to cover her on the front desk.

For the first time in her life she’d been used by a man. The very man she’d been in love with since she met him. She heard the commotion and glanced back to watch. 

“Go to my office, Francesca.” Blaze pushed his fiancée away. He rushed toward her, and Cassie turned and carried on walking. She didn’t want anyone to witness her humiliation.  The taunts and nasty comments came back to haunt her. How could any man – especially one as sexy and handsome as Blaze Sinclair – want anything to do with fat, ugly Cassie Walker? She kept walking and contained the sob she wanted to expel. 

“Cassie,” he yelled. She walked faster. 

“Cassie, wait.” He rushed to her side, catching her arm and stopping her. She turned away from him, not wanting him to see her tears.

“How may I help you, Mr. Sinclair?” Her voice was formal, a way to keep him as far away from her as possible.

“Cassie, don’t do this please.”

He sounded so broken and desperate. She glanced at him and wished she hadn’t. He looked as tortured as she did.

“What do you want me to do? I’m sorry, but I can’t find the words of wisdom right now. When did you get engaged?” She saw the question caught him off guard.

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