Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

With that, she forked a piece of food from her plate and took a bite. Happy for the future and the hope and chance she was getting with both Blake and a new career path. It was amazing what a little support did for the soul.

Chapter Twelve

“Today was really nice,” Carrie said, looking at Blake through the bathroom mirror. She stood there, in a robe, unfastening her earring and smiling at him through the reflection.

He was leaning against the doorway, watching.

He couldn’t get over how lovely she was.

“Today was nice,” he agreed.

She unfastened her other earring. He could watch her do anything as long as she stayed in that slightly open silky robe.

This was why he loved mirrors so much. He could stand behind her with a prime view of her perfect ass and still see all of her beauty in the front.

Her brown eyes fastened on his through the mirror.

“Will you take your shirt off?” she asked.

He tilted his head and grinned. “Ah, sure.” He reached behind his neck and pulled it over his shoulders and off. “That was a random request.”

She sighed and twirled a lock of her hair, staring at his chest through the reflection.

“I just like looking at you. Besides, why have a shirt on when you could not?”

“Fantastic point,” he said, now staring down her robe, and judging by those pert nipples peeking out against the fabric, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

“Maybe you could take your pants off, too?” she asked, still not turning to face him, but continuing to stare. Which he loved. He’d show her anything she wanted, and he was one request away from giving up a hell of a lot more than his clothes. With her looking at him like that, wearing only a robe, he’d give her a pony if she asked.

He unsnapped his jeans and kicked them away. Standing there in his boxers, he looked at the angel glowing in soft light, and he lifted his chin.

“I told you once that I’m a retaliator,” he said. “Your turn to strip.”

She swallowed hard. Her delicate throat bobbed as she kept her back to him, but her eyes locked on his face through the reflection. She slowly untied the belt of the robe and peeled the silk open.

Blake tripped over his breath.

Her skin had little tan lines from where her bathing suit straps had been, and as she pulled the silk down, he saw every inch of her perfect body, back and front. Finally, when the robe dropped to the floor, he stared at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was naked. And she was his.

Mine.

Mine? Where did that come from?

He didn’t know or care to think it through. He just needed her.

“You are perfection,” he said, his chest hurting just from looking at her and the hard proof of how sexy she was.

“I was thinking the same about you,” she whispered. “Can I ask you something?”

He nodded.

“What’s your favorite position?” She blushed and glanced down at the counter quickly. “Earlier you said your favorite sexual position was one we haven’t tried… What is it?”

Blake took a deep breath and tried to tamp down his excitement. “How about I show you?”

She nodded eagerly, all that wild hair swaying around her head like a halo.

“Stay just like that,” he said, and closed the few steps across the tile floor to her, ridding himself of his boxers as he went. He loved how her eyes got big, then heavy when she looked at his cock in the mirror. Then he really enjoyed how she licked her lips.