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
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
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