Page 18 of A Sinful Gift

Blake watched the scene unfolding on his laptop. The security cameras in Mason’s workshop had notified him of movement. He hadn’t been surprised to see Hazel on her back, Mason between her thighs, fucking her hard. Blake wished he could be there, touching her, kissing her, but she needed to be alone with Mason, to learn about him and make up her mind about whether she wanted to be with him. Blake would have his own chance to convince her soon.

He curled his fingers and uncurled them, flexing his hands on his thighs as he considered what he would do to win Hazel’s love. Because the truth was, neither Mason nor he would allow her to leave when the week was over. So he had to find a way to show her she wanted them, both of them,forever.

As Mason carried Hazel in his arms and walked out of the frame, Blake slowly closed his laptop and steepled his fingers, staring into the distance and contemplating his next move in his seduction of Hazel Callahan.

ChapterSix

Hazel wandered back to Blake’s house on her own that evening and searched room by room until she found him in his office. It was a beautifully masculine space that fit him perfectly. Something about this room and the way it carried his personality sent a sensual awareness fluttering beneath her skin. Blake was seated at his desk, typing something on his laptop. His gaze lifted to hers as she paused in the doorway.

“Ah, I wondered when you’d come back to me.” He said this softly, his gaze slowly roving over her body, and she knew he could see she was wearing Mason’s flannel shirt and boxers. Would he guess what they’d done in the workshop? A flush crept up her neck to her face. The way he’d saidcome back to mewarmed something deep inside her chest that she hadn’t realized had felt frozen. She’d wanted to come back to him, to feel his arms around her, to kiss him, to just be near him. And damned if that didn’t scare the hell out of her.

“Chalmers just dropped off some clothing for you, as well as this.” Blake placed a hand on her slender platinum laptop that sat on his desk. “I thought you might want to keep tabs on any pending work matters. I can have an office prepared for you to work in, or you’re welcome to stay here with me.”

Hazel padded barefoot into the study, her feet cushioned by the thick cream-colored carpet. She eased into a chair opposite him on the other side of the desk. He slid her laptop toward her, then passed her a piece of paper with his network information. She logged into the secure network and spent the next hour checking her emails. It was thankfully a quiet few days, as Blake had guessed when he’d first told her she was to stay with him and Mason for a week. After an hour, she closed her laptop and leaned back in the chair, studying him.

“I loved watching you come on that boat with Mason’s cock buried deep inside you,” Blake murmured, as if he’d sensed the earlier direction of her thoughts. He closed his laptop and gazed at her across the expanse of his desk.

“You were watching us?” she asked.

“Yes. I saw the way he took you on that boat, how he tied up your pretty wrists and made you scream.” His voice was low, silken, so dark and full of sin that her womb clenched with lust so hard it almost hurt.

Hazel’s body quivered at the powerful memory. “How did you see us?”

He smiled, as if revealing a little secret. “Cameras. We have them all over the properties.”

“So you saw...”

“Everythingyou did in the workshop.” He leaned back in his own chair, his gaze deliciously dark, the blue of his eyes as fathomless as an ocean. Lord, she loved his eyes. They could tell her so much and yet hide everything at the same time. When he looked at her, he saw her in a way no one else ever had, except perhaps Mason. He seemed to see her the way Blake did too. In an instant, she envisioned what having a child with Blake might be like, a child who had his eyes... or a child who had Mason’s smile? The thought filled her with a strange, wonderous sense of need that she’d never felt before.

“Do you want me, Hazel?” he asked quietly.

She took in the sight of him and how he looked so sexy and dangerous in those dark blue jeans, and how the faded T-shirt clung to his body. Mason made flannel and jeans look comfortable and sexy, but Blake in jeans and a T-shirt? Her feminine instincts warned her that it meant he was ready to get down and dirty in whatever way might please him. That sent a frisson of a thrill through her. This was a man who was obsessed with staying in control and never let his guard down, just like her. It was what made them connect—but also butt heads with each other at every turn. Perfect enemies, perfect lovers. He wondered if she wanted him? Of course she wanted him. She couldn’t deny that.

Hazel nodded.

“How much do you want me?” Blake asked, his hands moving to rest on the arms of his chair. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.

“I want you more than anything,” she confessed in a whisper.

“Prove it to me. Show me what you want.” He made no move. He simply waited like a wolf at the edge of the woods, its golden eyes fixed on a rabbit that it was hunting.

She was the rabbit, after all, one that wanted this wolf to hunt her. She stood and walked around the desk, and he slid his chair back a little, letting her sit on the edge of his desk facing him. He spread his legs slightly and rested his hands on his thighs, and she gazed at him a long moment before she got down on her knees and unfastened his jeans to free his hard cock. He remained motionless, his eyes still burning into her as he looked down at her.

She stroked the velvety shaft and then leaned forward to flick her tongue over the mushroom-shaped head. Her eyes darted up to his face, and she saw a tic work in his jaw as he fought off any reaction to her mouth on him. Emboldened by his attempt to conceal his emotions, she repeated the lick and took him into her mouth a few inches. She sucked hard and dragged the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock. His hands clenched, white knuckles on the armrests. Hazel continued to lick and suck, trying out all the things she remembered he had liked. When his thighs started to tense and his hands curled into fists, she knew he was close. A feeling of delicious power surged through her at the thought of holding such control over this dominating man. The little rabbit had the wolf at her mercy. He cursed and his hips lifted, but before she let him find his release, she slid him free of her lips and stood up. She leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“Mason said I was bad today.” She flicked her tongue in his ear. “He spanked me, but I think you know what I need, don’t you, sir?” She knew what that would do to him.

Sir.

Both he and Mason responded in the same way to that one little word that carried so much weight to it.

“You say that word again, and you know what I’ll do to you,” he warned.

“Yes,sir,” she replied, and shot him a look from beneath her lashes. It was time to break Blake’s control.

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Sir.

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