the right ways. Innocent as the outfit was, he’d never seen her in something so bold. The neckline dipped in the front, revealing a hint of the crevice between the creamy white mounds of her breasts.
Claire never dressed like this. She typically sported sweatpants when she finally peeled herself out of the strait laced black or gray business suits she wore to work. Then again, Claire never let her hair free either and a cascade of golden brown silk currently flowed down her back.
He noted the shine to her lips, where she must have applied some sort of gloss.
Hell, he didn’t think she’d even owned any. His cock jerked and hardened. She looked so different, so delectable.
How easy it was to imagine her on her knees, her back arched, her luscious rear in the air as he beat it with his leather paddle. The way her skin would redden and she’d whimper, needing more, loving it. How she’d wriggle, struggling against the bonds, her mouth gagged, her eyes blindfolded. Claire, in total submission to his mastery.
Oh yes, how he could imagine it.
Damn he wished it could be so.
But Claire wasn’t the type to play the games he did. It took a bolder type of woman to accept his kind of domination. Claire would never let him cuff her, clasp her nipples, or…
There were many things she’d be shocked to discover he liked. Bottom line, he couldn’t change his sexual preferences and he wasn’t sure she could handle them. Not that he was into hardcore BDSM, but he did like to get kinky.
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In fact, he’d even made a chart. What would Claire think if she knew he’d weighed the pros and cons of a relationship with her on paper? Perhaps he should burn that. It wouldn’t do for her to read such private thoughts.
Blake sighed, his heart warming as he relished thoughts of all they did together. He didn’t have family, just Claire and he didn’t want to lose her. Ever.
He needed to pull it together. Squaring his shoulders, he straightened his spine and gave her a friendly grin.
“Come on in,” he suggested, attempting in vain to sound normal while he held open the door.
“I can’t. I mean—” She sucked in a sharp breath and blew it out with a hiss. “Blake, I want you to get me pregnant.”
“What?” Her words shocked him beyond comprehension for a moment. His muscles went limp, his jaw falling. Before he could catch it, his towel had dropped to the ground.
* * * * *
Sweat beaded above Claire’s lip. She was unable to avert her gaze from his hard, jutting erection. Good God, she known him for years, but she’d never known that .
Her hands shook to reach out and grasp his cock. To run her fingers down the wide shaft, along the thick blue vein to his balls. To weigh the orbs beneath in her palms, to relish what they’d feel like slapping against her skin.
She was dripping like a faucet. She couldn’t even look at his face as she spoke. His body commanded her attention elsewhere and she couldn’t break the spell. “Um. Okay.
I see you’re attracted to me as I am you. Okay. So let me present my case.”
“Claire…”
“You want a baby one day too, Blake. But we aren’t getting younger. You’re thirty-one.” Her voice shook and she forced herself to lift her eyes. She trailed her gaze over 11
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the sinewy muscles of his body, tight and lithe from years of karate. She couldn’t breathe, much less think.
One, two, three.
Claire told herself she’d count to five then look into his eyes and say her piece. She could do this. She had to.
Four, five.
She forced her gaze to meet his, staring deep into his blue eyes. “Remember when we agreed we didn’t want to be old when we had kids?” He nodded in a stiff motion, as if he were afraid to respond. “Yeah. I want to be young enough to enjoy my children.”
“Hopes of that are fast diminishing. After all, you’re thirty-one already.” The more she spoke, the more strength gathered in her voice. She
Claire never dressed like this. She typically sported sweatpants when she finally peeled herself out of the strait laced black or gray business suits she wore to work. Then again, Claire never let her hair free either and a cascade of golden brown silk currently flowed down her back.
He noted the shine to her lips, where she must have applied some sort of gloss.
Hell, he didn’t think she’d even owned any. His cock jerked and hardened. She looked so different, so delectable.
How easy it was to imagine her on her knees, her back arched, her luscious rear in the air as he beat it with his leather paddle. The way her skin would redden and she’d whimper, needing more, loving it. How she’d wriggle, struggling against the bonds, her mouth gagged, her eyes blindfolded. Claire, in total submission to his mastery.
Oh yes, how he could imagine it.
Damn he wished it could be so.
But Claire wasn’t the type to play the games he did. It took a bolder type of woman to accept his kind of domination. Claire would never let him cuff her, clasp her nipples, or…
There were many things she’d be shocked to discover he liked. Bottom line, he couldn’t change his sexual preferences and he wasn’t sure she could handle them. Not that he was into hardcore BDSM, but he did like to get kinky.
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In fact, he’d even made a chart. What would Claire think if she knew he’d weighed the pros and cons of a relationship with her on paper? Perhaps he should burn that. It wouldn’t do for her to read such private thoughts.
Blake sighed, his heart warming as he relished thoughts of all they did together. He didn’t have family, just Claire and he didn’t want to lose her. Ever.
He needed to pull it together. Squaring his shoulders, he straightened his spine and gave her a friendly grin.
“Come on in,” he suggested, attempting in vain to sound normal while he held open the door.
“I can’t. I mean—” She sucked in a sharp breath and blew it out with a hiss. “Blake, I want you to get me pregnant.”
“What?” Her words shocked him beyond comprehension for a moment. His muscles went limp, his jaw falling. Before he could catch it, his towel had dropped to the ground.
* * * * *
Sweat beaded above Claire’s lip. She was unable to avert her gaze from his hard, jutting erection. Good God, she known him for years, but she’d never known that .
Her hands shook to reach out and grasp his cock. To run her fingers down the wide shaft, along the thick blue vein to his balls. To weigh the orbs beneath in her palms, to relish what they’d feel like slapping against her skin.
She was dripping like a faucet. She couldn’t even look at his face as she spoke. His body commanded her attention elsewhere and she couldn’t break the spell. “Um. Okay.
I see you’re attracted to me as I am you. Okay. So let me present my case.”
“Claire…”
“You want a baby one day too, Blake. But we aren’t getting younger. You’re thirty-one.” Her voice shook and she forced herself to lift her eyes. She trailed her gaze over 11
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the sinewy muscles of his body, tight and lithe from years of karate. She couldn’t breathe, much less think.
One, two, three.
Claire told herself she’d count to five then look into his eyes and say her piece. She could do this. She had to.
Four, five.
She forced her gaze to meet his, staring deep into his blue eyes. “Remember when we agreed we didn’t want to be old when we had kids?” He nodded in a stiff motion, as if he were afraid to respond. “Yeah. I want to be young enough to enjoy my children.”
“Hopes of that are fast diminishing. After all, you’re thirty-one already.” The more she spoke, the more strength gathered in her voice. She
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