Page 72 of A Return of the Wicked Earl (The Shadows 1)

Annalise melted under the firm onslaught of his kisses. She licked at his mouth, then bit him lightly on his bottom lip.

Blake chuckled and drew her closer to him. Annalise felt the hard bulge of his erection under her bottom.

“Blake?” she asked against his mouth.

“Yes, my dear.” Blake moved to kiss her neck, and Annalise’s head fell back.

He squeezed her bottom, and then his hands traveled up to her breasts. Her peaks stood proudly against his caress, and Annalise moaned, wanting to get more. Suddenly her clothes were uncomfortable, fabric sticking to her heated skin. She wanted to get rid of it so there would be nothing between her and Blake anymore.

Apparently, Blake had the same idea because he lifted her off his lap, seated her on top of his desk, stood, and discarded his banyan.

Annalise’s breath caught. Blake, in his complete nakedness, was glorious. His muscles were beautifully sculpted, his body bronzed with a dusting of hair in all the right places. He had a few white scars along his body, but they didn’t detract from his male beauty. Her gaze lowered, and her mouth went dry at the vision before her.

Blake’s erect length stood proud and swollen among the curls of intimate hair. It was red and pulsing, veins covering the entire length.

She took it in hand, and Blake groaned. He stepped closer, standing between her legs. Annalise ran her hands up and down, remembering how Blake taught her the night before. She squeezed him with one hand while her other hand went lower, exploring his length. She traveled down still and ran her fingers against the soft, hot sack below his erection. Blake placed his hands on either side of her, his face just inches away from hers, his breath hot on her face.

She cupped his sack in her hand, and Blake growled.

“Enough,” he whispered, then bit on her earlobe. “Turn around.”

His whisper against her ear caused goosebumps to run along her body. Her breathing grew frantic, and her body heated wildly. Annalise scrambled off the desk, and Blake roughly turned her around.

He raised her skirts above her waist and bent her over the desk. His finger traced the slit between her buttocks, then traveled lower. Then his hot erection replaced his finger and settled against her bottom.

Annalise panted as if she were running for miles during the impossible summer heat. Blake snaked his hand around her and cupped her between her legs. Annalise pressed herself into his hand, at the same time craving the connection with his rod behind her. As if feeling her turmoil, Blake pressed his groin against her, rubbing her wet, feminine folds with his hard shaft.

Annalise moaned, and then his fingers were playing with her swollen nub, his length poised at her entrance. She pressed her hands against the desk and arched her back.

Blake leaned in and bit her on her neck. The pain added to overall sensations, driving her wild. With one quick thrust, Blake entered her, stretching her core. He panted in her ear while his hips thrust his length into her in an unrelenting rhythm, his pelvis meeting her rear with resounding smacks.

Annalise bit on her lip so as not to scream while her moans and Blake’s grunts melded into one. She pulsed from the inside as the feeling of bliss hit her. She closed her eyes and thrust out her hands, sweeping the paper and ledgers off the desk onto the floor.

Blake growled as his hot seed filled her. He playfully smacked her on her rear and then massaged her buttocks.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered.

At that moment, half lying on the desk, her skirts above her waist, her hair out of sorts, sweat running down her body, and other liquids running down her legs, Annalise felt anything but beautiful.

It didn’t matter, though, as long as Blake thought so. He slowly withdrew, and Annalise’s inner muscles constricted on emptiness. She was about to get up, but Blake put his hand on one butt cheek.

“Wait a moment.” He fished out a handkerchief and cleaned her legs, her bottom, and between her legs from their mutual juices. He placed a hot kiss on her bottom, making her squirm, then lowered her skirts.

Blake helped her get off the desk and cleaned himself up as well.

“Well,” Annalise breathed. “I just came here to enquire if you would like some breakfast.”

Blake gave her a wolfish smile. “That was the best inquiry I received in my life.” He kissed her on the forehead, then took her hands in his again, as if he couldn’t stand next to her without touching. He peered at the clock on the mantelpiece.

“My solicitor should be here any minute.” He looked around, picked up his banyan, and threw it over his shoulders. “I need to get ready before he gets here; clean up.”

He gestured at the mess they’d made on and around the desk.

Annalise watched in disappointment as Blake covered his muscled torso and fastened his banyan at the waist. The attire was usually worn over breeches and a shirt, but Annalise wasn’t about to complain about that.

She raised her head and gave an apologetic smile. “Should I ask the housekeeper to bring you breakfast here?

“Wasn’t I supposed to be the one bringing you breakfast in the morning?”

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