“Hey.” He caught my chin, turned me toward him. “I’m proud of you.”
“For what? Roping you in for four million dollars?”
He laughed. “If that was all part of your master plan, then yes, I’m extremely proud, because I never saw that coming.”
I smirked despite myself. I would have done just about anything to avoid taking his money, and he knew it.
“Seriously though, this is a big step. I want you to remember to enjoy the moment.”
And I did just that. Being with Blake made every moment just a little sweeter. A lot sweeter. He gave everything a kind of wonder that made me question how I’d ever survived the tedious existence I called life before he walked in and turned everything upside down.
“I am, thanks to you.” I leaned in closer and met his lips.
He cradled my face in his palm and traced his tongue along my lips, coaxing them open to his, dipping into my mouth with soft lashes of his tongue.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what’s in the bag?”
I pulled back a fraction, breathless and a little dazed on his taste and scent. Clean, rough and masculine, uniquely Blake. He turned away and unpacked the contents of the brown bag. He set out a container of strawberries, whipped cream, and a small glass jar of gourmet chocolate sauce.
“What kind of picnic did you have in mind?”
He held up the glass jar. “They drizzle this amazing chocolate sauce on the lattes and confections downstairs. I guess it’s not for sale, but when I politely explained to them that I’d be licking it off your naked body to christen the new office, they finally obliged.”
I giggled and tried to imagine that unlikely conversation between him and Simone. He twisted the lid off and offered it to me. I dipped my finger in the chocolate and then into my mouth. The chocolate coated my tongue, the taste decadent and divine, the experience only heightened by the surety that Blake would be making good on his plans shortly.
“I thought you were opposed to office nooky,” I said.
“This is your office. Different rules.”
“Which I see you’re already making.” I dipped my finger through the chocolate sauce again, but before I could make it to my mouth, Blake pulled it swiftly into his and tongued my fingertip suggestively.
“Take your shirt off and lie down.”
I grinned and rose slowly to my knees, pulling my tank top off. “You’re bossy today.”
He pulled a black silk mask out of the bag and slipped it over my eyes. “It’s not a mood, baby. It’s who I am. You’d do well to remember that.”