He draws back and just stares at me, the fiery look in his eyes making me shiver.

  “I want to do this right,” he says, and I’m not quite sure whether he means sex or our relationship, but I’m not about to kill the mood by asking. “I want to take you home and slowly explore every inch of you,” he says, tracing the curves of my body with his hands.

  I’m trembling from head to toe.

  “Wanna give me a preview now?” I ask, trying not to beg.

  “Hell yeah, I do,” he grunts, pulling me to him. He possesses my lips, then tears his mouth away and drops to a crouch in front of me.

  In a flash, he slips off my shoes and drags my workout pants and thong off my legs and onto the floor. He stands up and before I know what’s happening, he reaches around me and lifts me up by my ass, so that my legs wrap around him. I know I’m getting juices all over the front of his gym shorts, and I don’t care.

  Blake backs me up against the rough brick of the yoga studio wall so that he’ll have more leverage, and he doesn’t waste any time. Clearly his need is as great as mine. He yanks down the front of his shorts and his huge cock pops out, bumping against my stomach. I grind against him and whimper.

  “Hold on baby,” he whispers, his breath coming in short gasps.

  I kiss him and lean in close.

  I whisper, “I’m protected, you don’t have to pull out,” and my words send him over the edge.

  With a low growl and a quick thrust, he’s inside of me, pumping fiercely in and out as my hot wet pussy clutches at him for dear life. He fills me up so completely, and makes sure that he grinds his body against my clit on every upstroke, driving me crazy. I hold his waist in a vise grip between my thighs as he thrusts hard against me, and I feel his balls slapping against my ass.

  I’m still wearing my shirt and he’s still wearing all of his clothes and we’re soaking the hell out of his shorts. It’s so hot, being in the yoga room, feeling like someone might walk in at any minute, and it makes the sex even better. I can smell his skin, his cologne, his sex. He’s ravaging my mouth and giving me the fucking of my lifetime.

  “I’m gonna come, baby,” I whimper, feeling the ecstasy beginning to spiral up inside of me with every powerful stroke.

  “Me too,” he grinds out, his body beginning to tense.

  Seeing him so turned on sends me off like a rocket, and I bite his shoulder so that I don’t scream, as my orgasm rips through me like lighting. I’m squeezing and releasing him as I come, and I feel him explode inside me with a searing heat that makes me come even harder. A stifled grunt escapes him and we come together, my pumping pussy muscles drinking him in. Shaking and shuddering, we fall against each other. He’s still holding me up, with my legs wrapped around his waist, and when I catch my breath, I let them slide down his body, to the floor.

  “Here, you need this,” he whispers with a grin, tossing me his towel.

  I look down, and he’s correct, I’m a mess. I giggle and go to work on cleanup. Blake whips off his shirt and uses it for his own mopping, tucking it into the front of his shorts so that it hangs down to hide the rather large wet patch.

  “I missed you,” I say, going into his arms and staring up at him with adoration, once I’m fully dressed again.

  “Not as much as I missed you, Callie-girl,” he kisses my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, and finally my mouth. “Dinner tonight?” he asks.

  “Your place or mine?” I drawl, batting my eyes.

  “Yours. I missed Twitch too,” Blake grins.

  We both jump when there’s a knock on the door to the yoga room. I turn to Blake with wide eyes.

  “No worries,” he smiles. “I got this. Just follow my lead,” he says, striding toward the door.

  The room reeks of sex. If anyone comes in, they’re going to know what happened. My cheeks burn as he opens the door.

  “Just checking to see if I have enough mats for tonight,” Jenny, one of the yoga instructors says brightly, looking from Blake to me and back again.

  “Cool,” he says, not fazed at all.

  Then he turns to me.

  “So remember, if you want to get a really good stretch, those are the moves that you need to practice,” he says with a straight face.

  I dig my nails into my palms and bite my cheek to keep from bursting into a bout of nervous giggles, and follow him out of the room, while poor Jenny enters our former sex den.

  “Oh no,” I whisper, when we’re out of earshot.

  “What?” Blake turns at the urgency in my voice.

  “Did you happen to clean the floor?” I ask.

  “Oops,” he shrugs.

  “I’m mortified,” I close my eyes.

  “Shake it off, girl. Everybody’s gotta get some every once in a while, right?” Blake grins wickedly.

  “You’re terrible,” I laugh, shaking my head.

  “Truth. Don’t worry, I’ll go back and clean up the floor when Jenny leaves. See you tonight?” he says, brushing his thumb over my swollen lower lip.

  “I can’t wait,” I murmur, lifting my face for a kiss.

  Blake

  I know I haven’t known her for very long, but just seeing Callie again at the gym made my heart thunder in my chest. She gets to me like no one ever has before. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to be with a girl like her. I can’t believe she thought that I was cheating on her with those two bodybuilder groupies. Nothing was further from my mind. This heart and soul and body are reserved for her only, and I’m going to tell her that, when I work up the nerve.

  I’m standing in front of the mirror at the station. I just got off shift, shaved, showered, and put on a new shirt. I sprayed some of the cologne that she loves in the air and walked through it so that there’s just enough scent that she’ll have to get close if she wants to smell it. I brush some stray strands of hair into place, and feel like she’ll like the way that I look. I’m starving, because we had a fire that we didn’t contain until after lunch, so I didn’t get a chance to eat. Food first, then more of Callie’s epic loving. It’s going to be a good night.

  I’m just about to leave the lounge area and another alarm goes off. Chug runs to the lounge door, on his way to the staging area. He’s half-dressed and has his socks in his hand.

  “Sorry man, we need you right now,” he says, leaning into the doorway. “It’s a big one and it’s gotta get contained before it gets to the chemical plant. Everyone is getting called in on this one.”

  “I gotta call Callie,” I say, heading to my locker for my phone.

  “You don’t have time,” Chug calls out over his shoulder, running toward the staging area again. “I already told Josie. She’ll get in touch with Callie.”

  I follow him out the door. So much for my evening.

  Callie

  I have floated through every client appointment that I’ve had this afternoon. I’m still seriously basking in the afterglow of my interlude with Blake this morning. All of my appointments went well, which may have had something to do with my happy, relaxed attitude, and I can’t wait to see my man tonight.

  I get home and Twitch is extra affectionate, so I pick him up and cuddle him before I head to the shower. I set my phone on the sink and get undressed, shivering when I imagine Blake’s hands all over me. I nearly jump out of my skin when my phone rings. I frown down at it. It’s an unknown number, and I usually ignore those. I don’t want to buy whatever the telemarketers are selling, and I don’t have time for a survey on my political views.

  The number flashes up at me, and I don’t even recognize the area code. Something tells me to pick it up, so, with an impatient sigh, I do, wrapping a towel around my naked body so that I don’t freeze before I can get in the shower. Hopefully, it’s just a telemarketer, so I can hang up immediately and get on with my life.

  “Callie Richardson,” I say, keeping it professional, in case it might be a potential new client on the other end.

  “Good afternoon, Ms. Richardson. This is Taylor Framden from the television show Personal Spaces. How are you today?” this cultured, masculine voice purrs in my ear.

  “Wait…THE Taylor Framden? Are you kidding me?” I say, my pulse racing a thousand miles an hour.

  This has to be someone playing a prank. How on earth would a world-famous Interior Designer and reality TV star have my number?

  “Well, yes, I suppose,” he chuckles. “Paul Felsnick recommended you when I said that I was looking for a top-notch organizer for a new show, and sent me some of the pictures from your projects. Very impressive.”

  Paul Felsnick is a local designer that I’ve worked with on tons of jobs. I had no idea that he knew Taylor Framden, and I say so. Taylor just laughs again and says that he wants to meet me and can I come to New York for an interview. I’m flabbergasted. This is the opportunity of a lifetime, but why the hell did it have to happen now? Just when I finally meet someone who means the world to me? I search my astonished brain for a proper response.

  I know that I’d like to talk to Blake about it before I make a decision, and the salary number that Taylor just threw out at me is huge, so I try to buy myself some time and ask him if I can sleep on it and let him know tomorrow. He agrees, and after an exchange of more contact info, we hang up. My heart is thrumming in my chest, and I lean back against the vanity, clutching my towel around me.

  “I just talked to Taylor Framden, and he wants to work with me,” I whisper, my eyes wide. “I wonder what Blake is going to say. Will he move to New York if I get the position?”

  Troubled and excited at the same time, I numbly reach into the tub and turn on the shower water.

  What. The. Hell???

  Dinner is cold, half the wine is gone, my hair is flat, and Blake isn’t answering any of my messages. I know he’s not working, because his shift ended a couple of hours ago, and it doesn’t take that long to shower and get ready for dinner. Tears spring to my eyes as I consider the possibilities. He could have been in an accident, or…he could be blowing me off. Had something changed his mind about the way that he felt toward me? What could possibly have happened between the encounter at the gym and now?

  It’s so frustrating to have exciting news to share with him, and to not get any response to my calls and texts. I guess this is how he must’ve felt when I was avoiding him. Could he be paying me back? I dismiss the idea. Blake doesn’t seem like the vindictive type at all, which makes me wonder what’s wrong.

  I’m leaning against my kitchen counter, sipping at my third glass of wine, when my phone rings. I snatch it up, hoping to see Blake’s picture on the caller ID, but it’s Josie. I debate whether I should answer it or not. The sound of my friend’s voice might just make me cry, but just like I had with Taylor, I decide to answer it.

  “Hey girl, I’m sorry that it took me so long to call you – I just got back from a shoot – but I wanted to let you know that Chug and Blake are both at a big fire. They called everyone in because it’s really close to a huge chemical plant. If they can’t contain it, it’ll be really bad. Everyone within miles has been evacuated,” Josie blurts out.

  “Oh my god,” the blood drains from my face and I’m immediately ashamed for being suspicious about Blake. “They could get hurt,” I whisper, feeling faint.

  Josie and I talk for a few minutes, and she promises to call me the minute that she hears anything. I want to rush out and drive over to the scene, just to look for Blake, but I know that no one is allowed within miles of the site, so I just have to wait. I recork the wine, and put the food in the refrigerator. I have no appetite and I want a clear head.

  I sink into the couch, frazzled, and Twitch jumps up in my lap, purring and butting his furry head against my chin, trying to cheer me up. I fall asleep and a knock on my door startles me awake. Oh god, what if it’s Josie and she’s here to tell me that something happened to Blake? My heart in my throat, I jump up and run to the door, flinging it open. When I see Blake there, smelling of smoke, with smudges of soot on his face, I collapse into his arms and burst into tears.

  “I’m so sorry that I couldn’t call you, baby,” he murmurs into my hair.

  He swings me up into his arms and carries me into the house, shutting the door behind us.

  “I was so worried about you,” I whisper, sobs hitching in my chest.

  Blake cuddles me close and carries me into the bathroom. He kisses the tip of my nose, hands me a tissue and settles me gently on the vanity.

  “I need a shower, baby girl,” he says, unbuttoning the silk blouse that I’d worn just for our date. “And you’re coming in there with me, okay?” he asks, brushing a fingertip over my lips.

  I nod, and he slips my blouse off, then reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. His cock is bulging in the front of his jeans, but he takes his time, treating me like a delicate piece of china, while I sniffle and snuffle, trying to get my tears under control. He lifts me up and helps me to a standing position, then unbuttons and unzips my jeans, freeing me from them and the black lace thong that I’d worn for the date. He wraps me in a towel and quickly shucks his own clothes, tossing them in a smoky heap on the floor, his cock bouncing out in front of him.

  He turns on the shower water, testing it for temperature, and when it warms up, he slips the towel from my shoulders and leads me by the hand, into the shower. He takes me in his arms, holding me as the warm water cascades over us, and I finally feel like I can breathe again.

  “Better?” he asks, kissing the top of my wet head.

  I nod and cuddle closer to him. The water is magical, and I feel the stress and fear finally start to wash away. We stand there for a while, just absorbing the warmth and being together. Blake reaches down for the bar of soap. He steps back and rubs it between his hands, working up a nice lather, then smooths it over my skin. Down my arms, across my stomach, underneath my breasts, rubbing and soaping and sliding along, as the water caresses me. My nipples stand up beneath his touch, and a tremor goes through me when he soaps up my thighs, sliding his hands up and down.

  He has a raging hard-on the entire time, but he’s focusing totally on me. While he’s rubbing my calves, he leans in and softly kisses the vee between my legs. I feel like I’m going to melt into a puddle, right there in the shower. He stands up, and gazes down at me, his eyes intense. I look up at him and lick my lips.

  Running a hand down my body, from my shoulder, down my breast, tweaking my nipple along the way, down my stomach, then lower…and lower still, making me gasp, he reaches behind me and lifts my leg gently up, and slides his cock into my eager warmth. I exhale with pleasure. He feels so good inside me, moving slowly in and out. This is bliss, this is what I need right now.

  I’m lost in his touch. There’s no fear, no stress, just this gorgeous, sweet, sensitive man…and me. How on earth did I get so lucky?

  Blake encircles me with his arm, thrusting gently deeper within me, and my hips rock forward to meet his every stroke. We’re both savoring the sensations that are rocketing through us, the sweet tension building. He moves a little faster. I’m wrapped around him and my body shudders with delight, taking on a life of its own. He kisses me tenderly, his breath changing as his excitement grows. His hand moves from my back, to the hair on the back of my head. His fingers tangle in the wet curls there, and he tugs gently, making my pussy spasm in response.

  He keeps his grip on my hair and thrusts harder and faster. My boobs are bouncing as I buck my hips up to meet him, my clit grinding against his body, sending chills of pleasure spiraling through me.

  “Ah!” I mewl, trembling on the precipice of ecstasy.

  The tiny sound drives Blake wild and he pounds into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together rising above the sound of the shower.

  “Yes!” I scream, as my orgasm explodes within me.

  I close my eyes so tightly, bucking and squeezing Blake’s cock within me, that I see stars. Fireworks of pleasure radiate through me, and I feel him start to tense, which makes me grip him even harder.

  He cries out, as his own release rips through him, squirting hot jets of pleasure into my very core. I gasp at the sensation, as we come together, shivering and shuddering against each other, unable to form words, the only communication between us is the fusing of our bodies, and we peak together, in a burst of white hot sensation that leaves us both panting and spent.

  Blake stays hard inside of me, but releases my leg, gathering me into his arms and raining sweet kisses on my face.

  “Callie?” he whispers hoarsely, tipping my chin up so that I’m gazing into his beautiful blue eyes.

  “Hmm?” I smile dreamily up at him.

  “I love you,” he says, smoothing a wet curl away from my forehead and kissing my lips ever so softly.

  “I love you too,” I answer shyly.

  He envelopes me in the sweetest, most secure hug that I’ve ever experienced, and we let the water rain down on us, without a care in the world.

  Blake

  When I wake up in Callie’s bed, I can’t help but think about how amazing she is. I’ve finally found the person that I want to be with all the time. And apparently, she’s missing. I reach over and her side of the bed is empty, except for Twitch, who mews silently at me when I turn over and open my eyes. I hear sounds coming from the kitchen, and now that I’m more awake, I smell bacon and coffee. My stomach rumbles, and my dick is hard. Food first, then Callie. I smile to myself. It’s going to be a good day.

  “Hey babe,” I wrap my arms around her from behind, while she’s scrambling eggs.

  She’s wearing this cute little nightie that looks like a football jersey, and her hair is pulled up off of her neck, exposing the creamy white flesh there, so I have to nibble it.

  “Hey gorgeous,” she says. “You’re just in time. The coffee is freshly brewed, and the bacon is in the oven, staying warm. Eggs are just about ready, so have a seat.”

 

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