Page 27 of Devanté
A simple pair of slacks and a blouse hugged her body, clinging to curves that were sinfully deep and full. Blake had matured from grape juice to red wine. She was sporting a new body too. Less softness and fullness and more tight lines. Either way, I still wanted to grip her waist, cup everything. Squeeze it. Bite it. I was glad her love handles weren’t completely gone because I had plans for them.
Looking at Blake was making my stomach growl because she was a fucking snack and evidently, I’d been starving since college.
“Well, Mr. Morgan, I guess you can go on back,” Noa said, gesturing with one hand while the other was firmly wrapped around her iPad.
“Thanks,” I nodded, following Blake into her office. I’d follow her into a volcano just as quickly as I’d follow her to a field of tulips. She was hypnotizing. Nothing had changed in eight years.
Well…
That was a lie. Now, Blake was different. There was an edge to her that wasn’t there before. I saw it in her topaz eyes. They were sharp. Daggers to my neck.
I was game. I refused to let her slip through my fingers again. I’d changed too. I wasn’t scared and I wasn’t going to let her go another eight fucking years thinking I had a hand in hurting her. We were going to set this straight.
“What’s up, Blake?”
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