I held my breath for a good ten seconds before I heard his voice again. "I see."

I turned around to look at him. "Look, I know it's not my business nor do I want to snoop into your personal life. But I accidentally heard about this from Lea."

"Since when has my personal life become a topic at Bailey's?" From his tone, it was hard to tell if he was displeased or genuinely curious. But when I studied his face, there was no trace of irritation. Just the guarded Blake.

"Well, that's not exactly how it happened." Instinctively, I scooted further before leaning back to the couch headrest. I silently squirmed when his warmth left my body, but the topic of Daphne urged me to take my distance. "Remember when we met at the club?"

"Of course."

"Daphne told Lea about you and her being engaged."

"She did?"

"Yeah." I played with the fleece plaid, avoiding his eyes.

"And you believed it?"

"Yeah." I nodded and shrugged. "I couldn't help it. I didn't know you back then. You also didn't deny that you and Daphne kissed, remember? What was I supposed to think?" I shrugged. "I learned about the rest later at Garry's party. That you guys aren't together anymore."

"Jennifer, it's..." Blake opened his mouth but he couldn't find the words to finish his line.

"You don't have to explain, Blake. Seriously, it's not my business."

"Okay, but let me make this clear. Daphne is history. We ended it on good terms and we're now still friends. That night," Blake paused a bit, "I don't think it's my place to tell you this, but long story short, she wasn't in a good place and she kissed me for comfort. I believe she was just confused."

But did you kiss her back? "Well, that's not what you were implying that night."

Blake shrugged. "We just met. I didn't know you. Why would I put her in the spotlight in front of a stranger?" Watching me frowning, Blake took my hand in his. "It might not be nice to hear, I'm sorry, but it's how I saw you back then. I'd known Daphne for years, while you were like someone who came out of nowhere and messed with my head. I know I played along with our flirt, but you were still someone I didn't know."

"Fair enough."

Blake frowned as his hands stopped stroking my knuckles. "Wait. So, when we kissed at the bar, you were under the impression I was engaged?"

I nodded. "That was the very reason I stopped us from going further. When we were in the car, I felt disgusted with myself for seducing someone's fiancé."

His expression went softer. "Why didn't you confront me?"

"I–" Surprisingly, I didn't know how to reply to him, because what I knew that day was running from my problems. "I was in so much of a mess. I couldn't think straight." My reply piqued his interest. He looked at me expectantly but I shook my head. "It's a long story and I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay."

Silence took over. A comfortable silence. I looked down at our joint hands, watching his fingers resume caressing my knuckles. The very fingers that were inside me less than an hour ago. My cheeks heated up from the thought.

"You must have thought I was a lying bastard, huh?" He grimaced as he shook his head.

"I don't know, Blake. I was too busy being attracted to you, my judgment was all clouded." I bit my tongue when I realized what I just said to him. Too late, Blake's face lit up as a smirk rose on the corners of his lips. "Okay. Can you just pretend you didn't hear that part?"

"Which part?"

"You know it, the part that makes you now grinning like a Cheshire cat."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I grabbed one pillow next to me and threw it at his face. "Quit playing dumb."

He caught the pillow effortlessly while laughing wholeheartedly. "I believe I didn't hear you correctly. Your judgment was clouded because you were what?" When I gave him a deadpan look, he went on, "Come on, you can do it. Say it." Blake grabbed my ankle under the throws and tickled my feet, making me jerk up like a worm under the stinging summer sun.

"Let go off my feet! Arggggh! Nooooo!" I squealed.

"Not until you say it. Come on, three words, the first letter is A. Do it."

"Let go, aaaarrgghh!" I rolled on the couch, crying and laughing at the same time. I tried everything I could to escape his grip but none of them worked. I scooted my bottom closer to him to move my knees up so that I could take a stance to properly kick him, but his hold loosened up before I executed my plan. I took the chance to jump out of the sofa.

Blake's eyes darkened as he growled, "You're not playing fair."

I stood up and rested my hands on my hips, making sure to keep a safe distance. "How so?"

"You're not wearing panties."

"Yeah, and?"

"If you saw my dick you would also get distracted, wouldn't you?"

"How would I know? You never flashed me your junk."

Blake groaned again. "Come back here."

"One more question though."

Blake sighed. "Last one. Then it's time to give you a good fuck."

I gulped at his brutal line but it made me squirm at the same time. I plopped back down on the couch, biting my lower lip while arranging the words in my head. Blake waited impatiently as his gaze was fixed on my lips.

"I know your history or even your current love life shouldn't concern me, because this is just...you know...a one-time thing. But, I need to make sure that what we're doing now doesn't hurt anyone you care for."

"And the question is?" His eyes were still on my lips.

"If we do this, will this put your chance with someone else at risk?"

Blake didn't reply immediately, his gaze shifting back to my eyes. "I'm not sure where you're going with this question. But no, I'm not dating anyone now."

"I mean, if you're still having unfinished business with someone, what we're doing now might make things worse, you know. And I don't want to be the one who causes it."

Blake groaned. "Women's minds are always so complicated with too many ifs. But I don't do if. So, I stand with my answer. No."

I stared back at him, searching for any signs of lie or doubt, but I found nothing except for the 'are you done' look on his face.

My head couldn't help repeating the talk I heard in the bathroom. Daphne was pretty confident that Blake still had feelings for her. Was this just a one-sided opinion? Or was Blake just too oblivious to this situation? What if he found out that the woman who broke their engagement hadn't got over him? Would he change his mind?

A painful jab hit my chest as my mind played a scene of Blake dropping everything, including me, and running back to her once he found out the truth. Just like what Tom did...

My train of thoughts was disturbed when I felt Blake's hands pull me by the waist and in one blink of an eye, we were chest to chest.

"My only unfinished business right now is" —he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine— "you." He licked my lower lip before pushing his tongue into my mouth. I reacted instantly and within a second my tongue danced with his.

Blake adjusted my position onto his lap so that both my legs now straddled him. His hands rubbed my thighs, up and down, pushing my dress higher at every stroke. I moaned when he finally reached my butt cheeks and made a firm squeeze. Instinctively, I ground myself against him, in need of friction.

"I want to taste you properly this time," Blake mumbled between kisses and pushed me back until I lay flat on the couch.

His hands went under my dress and traveled up to my waist, pushing my dress higher, revealing my bare abdomen and groin. I held my breath when he leaned down, trailing a light kiss on my inner thighs, my pelvis, and slowly traveling up to my belly. He deliberately avoided making direct contact with my pussy which left me burning with desire even more.

Blake stuck his tongue, licking and kissing every inch of my skin until he reached my rib cage, right under my breast. With one swift motion, he unhooked my bra and pushed it aside. Once my tits sprung free, he groaned as he brought his hands to knead my swells while his thumbs fondled my pink nubs.

My breath began to get heavier. I slipped my hands under his shirt, desperately wanting to feel his skin against mine. "I want to see you." Once I managed to pull his shirt over his head, I trailed my fingers over his toned chest, feeling every inch of him. He groaned when my hands moved down to his abdomen.

"Let's get rid of this." In the next seconds, the rest of my garment was on the floor.

I was completely bare, lying flat on my back with my hair sprawling over the couch. My chest was moving up and down as I breathed like a hopeless antelope before its predator, submissively waiting to be ravished. But he took his time savoring my naked figure. His eyes were almost black now, hooded with lust.

"Look at you. You're beautiful," Blake whispered before kissing me tenderly. He then traced wet kisses down my neck, my collarbones, and my breast before he settled on my nipple. I ran my hands through his hair while he worked on my nubs with his skillful tongue. I writhed beneath him, feeling the pleasure that ignited the tightness in my groin.

"Blake..." I whimpered, arching my body upward.

Blake's lips moved down to my belly, my pelvis bone, and when his breath was fanning my sweet spot, I was so close to exploding. I moaned loudly when his tongue made contact with my clit. He didn't waste his time and began diving in, assaulting the most sensitive part of my body. I was on the verge of crying from the sensation. When I felt the waves of pleasure get stronger every second, I grabbed his hair and guided him at the speed I wanted.

And he obliged until my second orgasm erupted through my entire body. Once again, I came undone.

I had no idea how long I lay on his sofa satiated when Blade mumbled, "I will never get tired watching you like this."

I glanced down at him who rested his head on my belly, eyeing me intently. He then kissed my pelvis bone and stood up, displaying the bulk in his tented sweatpants. Reading my mind, Blake chuckled. "Oh, you get to meet him very soon. He's very eager to get to know you." With that, he hauled me up and my legs immediately locked around his hips for balance.

"What are you doing? Blake, I can walk–" Before I finished my line, I was thrown onto a soft mattress with his scent all over it.

Grey. I was in his bed.

Blake went to his dresser and when he stood before me again, a foil was in his hand. Horny butterflies swarmed frantically in my belly, too excited about what was to come.

"Are you ready?" Blake asked, his eyes were coated with pure lust and his hair was disheveled from our pussy-eating session. My eyes traveled to his chiseled long torso with sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Dangerously low. His erection stood proudly inside his loose pants. God was he sexy.

"Hell, yeah."

He smirked and pulled down his pants. I gulped. He was not tiny. "I'll be gentle, don't worry." His fingers stroked my wetness and he groaned. "You will stretch nicely for me."

He then quickly unrolled the condom on his throbbing cock before leaning down and positioning himself. Instead of pushing it in, he stroked his length against my folds slowly. Agonizingly slowly. Back and forth.

"Blake...please..." I whimpered.

"Yes, Jennifer? What is it?"

"You're an asshole." I moaned as the tip of his cock poked my clit intentionally.

"I've heard that before," he mumbled before grunting from the pleasure of our sexes rubbing each other. He leaned lower, pressing his forehead against mine, his eyes burning into mine. "Say what you want."

For one second I thought I would play this game with him and see who was going to break first, but my pussy decided otherwise. "I want you to fuck me, now or oomph!" Before I finished my line, he drove himself slowly into me.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted while holding his torso up with his elbows on the mattress.

"Your dick is bigger than your finger," I retorted, earning a chuckle from him.

"Are you okay?" he asked after giving me some time to adjust to him. When he saw me nod, he started to move his hips, and I met his every thrust. It was slow and steady in the beginning before we started to pick up the pace. My moans met his grunts, and our sweat began dripping from our shared heat.

"Shit, I won't last long," Blake growled.

"I'm right there with you." I was in paradise. I was like a marshmallow dissolving into a hot chocolate. My entire being melted into a pool of lust. His every push brought me closer to the edge but I wanted to hold it as long as I could. I wanted to share this moment with him for a little longer.

My moans were getting uncontrollably loud when Blake's thrust became urgent. "Don't hold it, Jennifer, let it go... Fuck! I'm coming."

He exploded inside me when I screamed his name as the intense orgasm hit me. My body spasmed a few times, and then everything went blank for seconds.

He dropped himself on top of me but I was too paralyzed to move. All I could do was close my eyes while listening to his heartbeat against my chest. Peaceful.

Blake finally got up and discarded his condom before lying down next to me. He turned his neck to look in my direction. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and laughed. "More than okay, and I'm spent. Three mind-blowing orgasms in a few hours."

He rolled to the side with his hand supporting the side of his head, watching me. His fingers traced a line from my belly up to my breast. "I'm not through with you yet. Though I have to admit it was the quickest sex I've had for a while. I felt like a teenage boy again." Blake grimaced at his words.

I chuckled. "So, the adult Blake can fuck like what, two hours straight?"

"Why don't you go find out for yourself?"

I glanced down at his dick. It wasn't fully erect yet, but I knew he was coming back soon.

We fucked again at a slower pace. It almost felt like he was making love to me from the way he touched me, he caressed every inch of my body and the way he whispered sweet words in my ears. True to his word, he lasted longer. I had my fourth orgasm when he emptied himself into the condom as we locked lips.

And we did it again in the middle of the night. A lazy fuck this time before agreeing that we didn't have the energy left for the next round.

It was past five when we decided to catch some sleep. I couldn't feel my legs anymore after all the contractions I had from each orgasm. Still, I forced myself to ask him if I should move to his guest room, but he didn't answer me. He just mumbled some incoherent lines into my hair before snoring softly while his arm wrapped around my waist, locking me.

I officially broke my hookup rule on having my own space after sex.

I woke up to the sunlight streaming through the window. For a brief moment, I didn't recognize where I was before the memory from last night flooded into my head. I went to Blake's place, having back-to-back sex, and now I was in his bed. Alone.

When I realized I was naked, I looked around to find my black dress but of course, it was nowhere in the bedroom. Grabbing Blake's black dress shirt that was still sitting on top of his laundry hamper, I made my way to the door. His scent instantly wrapped me once I put it on.

As I opened the door, Blake's voice was the first thing I caught, talking in a low tone. I thought he had company and I would just wait in the bedroom until I figured out what I would do, but something he said made me freeze to my spot.

"Daffy, listen–" Pause. "No, you can't come here right now. I'll come over as soon as I can." Pause. "It's not like what you think–" Pause. "No." Long pause. "Hey, it's going to be okay. I promise." Pause. "I know. Just get some rest. I will be there when you wake up." Pause. "I'll see you later."

Daffy. That was how he called her. He had a nickname for her. How cute.

I wasn't supposed to have this burning pit in my chest but I did. Did he sneak out of bed to talk to her? Could he not think of her for one day, especially when he had a woman in his bed? Was he going to rush to her place once he managed to kick me out of his apartment?

Footsteps from the hall brought me back to the current moment. Since I couldn't think of another scenario, I opened the bedroom door as if I was about to go to the living room.

"Good morning," Blake greeted. He was already in his sweatpants and a t-shirt. I hated how hot he looked no matter what time it was, and with or without clothes on. His eyes roamed down to my body and a smirk rose on his lips. He caught me by the waist and gave me a long and deep kiss. "Hey, sexy. I thought you would stay longer in bed."

I forced a smile. "Good morning. Sorry, I'm wearing your shirt. I couldn't find my dress."

"Oh no, I don't mind. You look hot in it," he replied. "Although I expected you to walk out of the bedroom naked."

I rolled my eyes. "Dirty mind already." I untangled myself from him. "I need to use the bathroom."

It was so freaking hard to keep myself together while my jealousy of Daphne was too stubborn to leave my system. What you have with him is just a one-night stand, Jen. The voice in my head kept reminding me of this, but still, the phone call ruined my whole mood.

I pick up my scattered clothes from the floor before striding to the bathroom. I just wanted to get out of here. Blake would notice my mood change and he was too observant for what I could handle now. After freshening up and making sure I didn't have the too-much-sex hair look, I made my way to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna make breakfast," he announced.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee invaded my nostrils. "I'm not hungry. But I would love to have coffee, please."

Blake turned around and his eyes fell on what I was wearing. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah," I replied. "It's almost noon. I have plans."

"Oh, okay." He nodded, frowning slightly. He quickly poured a coffee into a Disney mug before placing it in front of me. "Black, no sugar. I was hoping we could spend a few more hours together before I drive you home."

Do you mean a few more hours fucking before you can go to see Daphne? "Mm, about that. You can just call a taxi for me. I left my phone at home last night. I can't make a call myself."

"No, I'll drive you."

"You don't have to. But okay." I shrugged.

Blake's frown went deeper. "Jennifer, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied, a little bit too quickly. "I'm just...I guess it's the lack of sleep. And I'm meeting someone, I don't have my phone with me, and I'm late."

"Okay." Blake nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't check with you about your plans today. I would have woken you up earlier if I knew. Who are you going to meet?"

"My mom."

That was my first big-fat lie this year.