Making it Personal (3 page)

“Oh
fuck
!” Blake froze, his cock deep inside Alec, as those fingers scissored inside him, the burn a reminder of just how long it had been since he’d had something penetrate his arse. Alec’s mouth was heaven as Blake recovered enough to roll his hips, rocking deeper into Alec until Blake’s balls were hitting Alec’s chin. Alec moaned as he pulled off once again, gasping for breath.
“Ride me.” He grabbed the condom packet and thrust it at Blake, who scrambled off him, shifting along until finally Alec’s shaft was in his sights. Blake’s hole clenched in anticipation as he beheld what looked to be nearly eight inches of thick, uncut cock, its head wide and flared. Hands shaking, fingers almost refusing to cooperate, Blake freed the condom from its foil and rolled it down over Alec’s dick. Alec made a grab for the lube bottle and hastily slicked up his cock. His eyes met Blake’s. “Climb aboard.” His lips were parted, his breath escaping in quick pants, his eyes sparkling.
Blake nudged forward until Alec’s cock slid into his crease. He reached back and held it steady around the base as he raised himself up, feeling its blunt heat pressing againn eessing st his hole. His eyes locked onto Alec’s face as he slowly eased the thick column of flesh into his body. Down, down, down he sank, inch after glorious inch making him deliciously full, until at last he felt Alec’s crisp curls against his arse. Blake’s dick pointed straight up, hard and wanting, and he mewled as Alec slid his hand around it, pushing back the foreskin, its tip glistening with pre-come.
Alec groaned. “God, you have a tight arse.” He gripped Blake’s haunches and lifted him, then pushed up with his hips, punching the air from Blake’s lungs as he filled him completely. “Oh yeah…” He held Blake steady and began to thrust up into him repeatedly, rocking up from the rug, moving erratically. Blake cried out as Alec’s cock nudged his gland and Alec grinned. “Jackpot.” He pulled Blake down onto him and kissed him, his tongue as mobile as his cock, and Blake began to moan. This wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Alec… you’re going to make me come!”
Alex’s eyes widened. “Then come for me. I’m not done with you yet. We’re gonna fuck all night.” He thrust hard until he was balls-deep and Blake shuddered as his orgasm hit hard, his dick erupting come between their bodies. Alec held him tightly, hips constantly in motion as he fucked Blake through his climax. “God, your arse is fuckin’ heaven.” Suddenly he froze, mouth and eyes open wide, and Blake could feel Alec’s heat, muted slightly by the condom. Alec clutched at his back as they were jolted by aftershocks, both of them trembling.
Blake looked down into warm, milk chocolate eyes.
“Please
tell me you have a quick recovery rate.” He was panting. Alec’s cock was still buried inside him.
Alec winked, equally breathless. “Never mind
me
, I’m only twenty-five.
You’re
the one who hit thirty today. How many times can you go in one night, old guy?”
Blake grinned. “Oh, I think I can keep up with you.”
Alec’s eyes widened. “Oh, a challenge.” He slid his hands down Blake’s spine and cupped his arse, squeezing his cheeks firmly. “Bring it on, baby.”
Blake moaned softly. It was going to be a long night. If he was lucky.

Chapter Three
Blake rolled onto his back, his body covered in a light sheen of perspiration. Beside him, Alec moved onto his side to face him, head nestled in the pillow.

“Hey, had enough yet?” Alec teased, hand reaching out to stroke Blake’s damp chest.
Blake rolled his eyes. “Oh my God—you’re insatiable.” He caught Alec’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Isn’t three times enough for one night?”
Alec snorted. “Oh baby, I’m just gettin’ warmed up.” Blake stared in disbelief until at last Alec’s face cracked into a huge shit-eating grin. “Being honest? Christ, I’m fucked.” Alec shifted onto his back and let out a tired but happy sigh. “I’m not sure these legs will be able to carry me home, I’m so knackered.”
Blake stilled. He’d never had a night like it. He closed his eyes and replayed his night so far. Alec pressed up against the cold expanse of glass that was his floor-to-ceiling window, his hands bound together with rope which Blake held onto as he fucked him, hips pistoning as he pounded Alec to within an inch of his life. Alec crying out constantly. Alec’s howl as he came all over the window, his ass a vise around Blake’s cock. At least after that they finally made it to hiser"u bed, only to have Alec rim him until he was close to screaming. When Alec switched to his dick, Blake came almost instantly. There couldn’t be a single drop of come left in either of them. But in that last sentence, Alec brought an end to the wonderful sexual fantasy he’d brought about. Alec would be leaving—and Blake didn’t want to be alone. He wanted to spend his birthday night with a warm body in his arms. And speaking of warm bodies…
Still holding Alec’s hand, he rolled onto his side. He gazed down at the gorgeous escort. Alec’s eyes were closed, chest bathed in sweat, which gave his skin a pearly quality. Blake looked down at Alec’s body. He was lean, toned, not an inch of fat on him. Alec’s thighs were muscled but not overtly so: Blake shivered as he recalled the sensation of having those thighs tight around his waist as he plowed into Alec with tight thrusts. Alec’s cock lay limp against his thigh. Even soft, it was impressive. Hell, the whole
package
was impressive.
“Admiring the view?”
Alec regarded him, eyes dancing with amusement. Blake snapped back into the moment.
“Let’s face it, there’s plenty to admire.” Credit where credit was due, after all.
Alec smiled. “Why, thank you, kind sir. We aim to please.” He winked, but then glanced over at the clock beside the bed. “Hell, is that the time?” Blake knew it was approaching midnight. Alec sat up and stretched. “As much as I hate to say it, it’s—”
“Then don’t say it.” Alec’s brow creased. “Stay. Stay the night.” Blake watched Alec’s smile waver, his mouth opening and then closing. Blake plunged ahead. “I’ll okay it with Jenny, if that’s what’s worrying you. You’ll be paid for the whole night.”
Alec stiffened but then relaxed. “Do you usually ask guys to stay?” Alec spoke softly, his eyes warm in the lamplight. Their fingers were still interlaced.
Blake shook his head. “No, never. It’s just…I…I don’t want to be alone tonight.” His stomach felt tight as he waited for Alec’s reply. Alec regarded him, the moment seeming to stretch out interminably.
“Okay,” he said at last. Blake couldn’t account for the relief that one simple word brought him. And he knew he was grinning like a fucking village idiot, but he didn’t care. “Will it be all right if I leave fairly early? I have a big day tomorrow.” Blake nodded in agreement. “Well, in that case….” Alec’s eyes twinkled. “Can I take a shower?”
Blake chortled. “You are going to
love
my shower.”
All of a sudden Alec pulled him into a deep kiss which had him responding instantly. Their tongues battled, hands sliding over slick bodies, until finally Alec broke away, breathing heavily. He met Blake’s gaze, eyes twinkling.
“Only if you’re in it with me.”
The sound of the alarm pierced the silence of his bedroom. Blake fumbled around until his fingers located the snooze button and he gave it a halfasleep thump. He lay there in the darkness, brain still addled by sleep. Groping across the sheet, he found the mattress cold and empty next to him. Puzzled, he searched for the switch to turn on the lamp. Blinking in the light, Blake stared, eyes heavy with sleep, at the space where Alec had lain only a few hours previously. On the pillow lay a single sheet of paper. Blake sat up, yawning and scrubbing a hand across his face, his fingers rasping loudly across his stubble as he picked up the sheet.
Blake, it’s 5.30 and I’ve got to go.
Thanks for sharing your birthday w>r birthith

to see you again.
Any time.
Alec
.
Blake couldn’t help the small pang of regret that

filled him. His night had been filled with Alec. As he stumbled into the bathroom and blearily flipped on the shower, he leaned against the cool tiles as the water heated up, his mind playing scenes of the previous night. Alec lathering him with bodywash and then rubbing himself sensually against Blake, the slip and slide of their bodies together an extremely erotic memory. Waking from a doze to find Alec spooned around him, his erection all too apparent. Alec with his hand around Blake’s throat as he took him from behind, slowly sliding into him, taking his time, until both men came with low, breathless cries. Blake shivered despite the warmth of the water.
Fuck, the man is good at what he does.

By the time Blake opened Trinity’s main door at seven thirty, he was his usual self, cool and efficient, ready for the day. Methodically he dealt with the emails and sent memos to the team, before sitting back on the sofa to read through Will Parkinson’s application one more time. He made notes in the margin, reminders to himself of points he wanted Will to expand upon or clarify during the interview. He gave his watch a quick glance. Will’s interview was slotted for ten o’clock. Blake went to his desk and pressed the intercom. “Karen, can you get in here, please?”

Seconds later, Karen Candido appeared, clutching her notepad, and sat in the chair facing his desk, pen poised over paper. Blake sighed inwardly at the sight of the low-cut blouse, heavy make-up and excessive jewelry. Karen was the main receptionist, and the one remaining member of staff dating back to his father’s reign. Subtle hints about the office dress code seemed to have made little difference. If only it were just the way she looks, Blake thought. Karen had a reputation as a maneater, as every new male who entered the company found out to his cost. She was about as subtle as a blowtorch.

Blake launched into his requirements without preamble. “I’ll be interviewing for the PA position this morning, Karen, so when Will Parkinson arrives, make him a coffee and then let me know. I want him relaxed before I see him.” Blake hated interviews and therefore assumed everyone else did. He always did his best to make sure that applicants were put at ease. “Hold all calls during the interview, and send a memo round to the team. I don’t want any interruptions.”

“Yes, sir.” Karen scribbled quickly. “Will that be all?” Blake gave her a brisk nod and she got up and exited the room. Blake heaved a sigh of relief. At least she’d finally given up on batting her eyelashes at him and making not-so-subtle adjustments to her blouse. Any more of that, and he would read her the company line about non fraternization among staff. The fact that such a policy didn’t even exist wouldn’t slow him down for a second.

He flicked open a folder to read through the list of new contracts which were going out that week. It made for impressive reading. What was more astounding, however, was the success of the relatively new venture of MM books translated into European languages. Lizzie was in charge of the translation department, and Blake had given her a target of releasing four translations per month of their most popular MM titles. Lizzie, always an overachiever, had set about the task with her usual determination and zeal. Blake had to smile: last month, her department released eleven translations, and she was now informing Blake that she was advertising for more translators, proof readers and screeners.

The intercom buzzed. “Mr. Davis, Will Parkinsoillill Parn is here.”
Game time.
Blake stood and straightened his desk, and then gave his silk tie a last adjustment before opening the office door to walk along the corridor to Karen’s desk. As he rounded the corner, he caught sight of a tall, lean figure, his back to Blake as he studied the framed press articles which adorned the walls.

The man turned and Blake’s next words died in his throat. It was Alec.
Oh, you have
got
to be kidding me
! Will groaned inwardly at the sight of his hot as fuck client from the previous night, standing there openmouthed, eyes wide.
Well, there goes
this
job. Of all the fucking worst luc
k….
Will composed himself.
Better get it over with.
He approached Blake, hand extended. “Mr Davis, thank you for the opportunity but I now find I have to withdraw my application for this position.” His hand hung there, waiting for Blake, who stared at it unseeing.
Come on, Blake, get with it
. He watched Blake visibly pull himself together. But still he didn’t take Will’s hand. This was getting embarrassing. Will pulled it back hastily. He tightened his hold on his briefcase.
“Mr. Parkinson, would you care to step into my office?” The look in Blake’s eyes told Will the man wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Add to that his set jaw. Will swallowed. “Karen, hold my calls, please.” Blake gestured with his arm in the direction he’d come from. “This way, please.” Blake stared at him fixedly and Will had no choice. He wasn’t about to embarrass the man. Nodding, he followed Blake along the corridor and into an office. Blake pushed the door shut and then stood there, eyes blazing.
“Did you know last night?” Blake blurted out. Will’s eyes widened.
He thinks…
.Will noted Blake’s hands which were clenched tightly by his sides. Oh hell, Blake was angry. “Well, did you?”
“Of course not!” Will burst out, cheeks heating up.
“But you knew you were coming here to be interviewed today.”
Will thought furiously. “Hang on a minute, I assumed I was being interviewed for the position of PA to Justin Davis. He
does
run the company, doesn’t he?” Blake frowned. Will hadn’t got a clue what was going on. “All I knew of last night was that I was hired by a guy called Blake. No last name, certainly nothing to connect you to Trinity Publishing. And the pack that came with the application form had lots of information about Justin Davis—bio, company history, press releases…” He racked his brains. Had there been any mention of a
Blake
Davis? One look at Blake’s face, however, told him the man was calming down.
“Okay, none of this matters, all right?” Will kept his voice even. Inside he was cursing. Damn it, he’d
wanted
this job. “You’re obviously not going to interview me for the position, because we both know there’s no way in hell you’re gonna give it to me, not after last night.” He drew in a deep breath. “So I’ll just go now, thanks.” He turned to leave.
“Wait.”
Will halted in surprise at the urgent quality of Blake’s voice. He turned back to face him.
“You came here for an interview. Is this how you usually conduct yourself in an interview?”
This time it was Will’s jaw that dropped. Blake was kidding, right? Blake’sButt? Blak eyes never left his.
“You still want to interview me?” Will asked incredulously. Blake nodded. Despite his initial reaction, the logical part of Will’s brain was already considering the situation. Okay, so Blake wasn’t going to hire him. But Blake had to have contacts in the industry. It might pay to keep on his good side.
When one door closes
….
C’mon, you can do this
. He drew in a deep breath. “Okay.” This still felt like a crazy thing to do, but what the hell, it was turning out to be a crazy day.
Blake gestured toward the chair facing the desk and Will took it, thankful for the chance to sit. His legs shook and his stomach felt as though there was a bowling ball in it. Blake didn’t waste time. He sat and launched immediately into his questions, making notes and clearly listening intently to Will’s replies. After a couple of questions, Will started to feel calmer and he grew in confidence, despite the fact that Blake didn’t pull any punches with his questions. Will had to admire the guy. He obviously knew his stuff, which helped Will to relax and really give his best. When Blake finally put down his pen, Will was shocked to glance at his watch and see that forty minutes had elapsed. It was a pity about the position: from everything Will had learned, it would have been perfect for him, and Blake would have made a great boss.
“Thank you for coming, Will.” Blake stood and came around the desk to shake his hand.
“Just so you know?” Will said with a half-smile. “This has to rank as one of the most surreal interviews I’ve ever had.” He chuckled. “I appreciate you carrying on with it, but I think we both know what the outcome is going to be. I’d like to ask you to keep my details on file, in case you hear of anything that might be worth me applying for.” He picked up his briefcase from the floor next to his chair and walked to the door. He paused at the threshold and turned back to face Blake. The man stood there looking downright edible in his elegant suit, that creamy complexion and those fantastic blue eyes still making Will stiffen in his pants, in spite of the situation. “And I would quite understand if you felt awkward about hiring me again from J’s. Though as far as I’m concerned, that would be a great pity.” Blake’s lips parted as if he were about to speak, but Will had had enough. “Goodbye, Mr. Davis.” And with that he exited the office. He gave the receptionist a brisk nod as he passed her desk and then hurried out of the building.
Oh well, back to the drawing board
…..
Blake expelled his breath shakily as Will left the office.
Nowwhat the hell do I do?
Despite Will being clearly nervous initially, it became evident that the man was perfect for the job. He sank into his chair and leaned on the desk, head in hands. He’d never felt so torn, so utterly compromised. Then it came to him. He needed some impartial advice.
Blake scrolled through his contacts and called Dave Thurston. When the call connected, Dave’s jovial voice rang out.
“Blake, nice timing. I’ve just set things up for the first client, but she’s not due for another fifteen minutes. How you doin’, mate?” Blake couldn’t hold back the low groan that burst from his lips and Dave chuckled. “That bad, huh?”
“Dave, I need your advice.”
Dave’s tone changed immediately. “Go for it.”
Quickly Blake outlined the situation. Dave didn’t interrupt once. When he got to the end, there was silence. “Dave?”
“Okay, forgive me for being obtuse, but what exactly is the problem here?”
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fucked
the guy?
“And? Was he at least a good fuck?”
“Dave
!” Blake’s jaw dropped.
There was that rich chuckle again. “Okay, answer me this. Does he meet your criteria?”
“Yes. The man’s perfect.”
“Are you attracted to him?”
Blake hesitated before replying. “No.”
Then why is your dick getting hard at the mere thought of him
? Blake pulled himself together, pushing aside the memories of Alec—
Will
, he told himself impatiently—in his bed, sated and perspiring, those brown eyes watching him intently.
Dave’s tone revealed his skepticism. “Hmm, yeah, right.” Before Blake could protest, he continued. “Okay, my opinion, for what it’s worth? Hire the man.”
Blake goggled. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Actually? No.” Dave sounded serious. “He sounds exactly what you need. So what if you’ve fucked? Are you gonna share that information with anyone?”
“Hell, no.” There was no way Blake was coming out.
“Well then, as long as he’s made aware of this, I say again, hire the man.” Another pause. “Is he out?”
That gave Blake pause. “I’d have thought so, considering his profession.”
Dave tutted. “Never make unnecessary assumptions, my friend. Might I suggest that before you go any further, you discuss this with Will? He needs to know that if you offer him the position, it comes with various restraints.” Then Dave chortled. “Speaking of restraints… did he push your buttons?”
Blake groaned. “Oh Dave, you have
no
idea.” Dave and he had no secrets. The man was like the brother he’d never had.
Dave burst out laughing. “Oh wow, Blake. Talk about falling on your feet. Your dream candidate
and
a demon in the sack. Don’t let this one get away. Think of the benefits.”
Blake struggled to follow Dave’s meaning, until suddenly his head was filled with the image of Will in a suit, fucking him over his desk.
Oh my God
…
“You know
exactly
what I’m talking about, don’t you?” Blake could hear the glee in Dave’s voice.
“I’m not gonna go there,” Blake growled. To his relief, Dave seemed to sober up.
“Okay then, I’ve told you what I think. Call him up, meet him and let him know how the ground lies. Then take it from there.”
Blake pushed out his tension in one long exhale. “Thanks, mate. Really.”
“No problem. Any time.” Blake heard a long buzz in the background. “Oh fuck, she’s early. Sorry, mate, I gotta run. Call me soon and we’ll have dinner, all right?”
“Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, Dave.” The call disconnected.
Blake sat back in his chair and stared at the folder containing Will’s details. Dave made a lot of sense. He pulled out Will’s personal details and called up his mobile number.
“Will Parkinson here.” Will sounded efficient on the phone.
“Mr. Parkinson, this is Blake Davis.” He wasn’t surprised to be greeted by silence. “Are you okay to talk?”
Will chuckled. “Well, thatn Well, decision didn’t take long, did it? I didn’t really expect a call, if I’m being truthful, though it’s good of you.”
Blake inhaled deeply before continuing. “Will, I’d like to meet up with you, if that’s possible.”
“To what end?” Blake could hear the sudden tired note in Will’s voice. He couldn’t blame him.
“Will, I’d like to offer you the job.” He heard the hitch in Will’s breathing. Before the man could say anything else, Blake plunged ahead. “But before you give me an answer, I feel there are certain conditions we must discuss. If, after that, you’re happy to take up the offer, then we’ll get you started right away.”
“You’re not kidding, are you?” Will spoke quietly. There was something in his voice, an almost hopeful quality.
“Not in the slightest,” Blake affirmed. “Will you meet me?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. “When and where?”
Blake thought quickly. He didn’t want to do this at the office. “Can you come to my apartment tonight, about seven? We can chat and eat, if you like. If you’re going to work with me, I want to get to know