Blake and Derek trooped out along with the others after the lecture. Blake along with the others were in Austin, Texas, for the boardroom forum annual business conference. It was a weekend program and tonight, Sunday was the gala night. He and Blake were now close after their meeting. Derek had proposed the buying over of a distressed group of hotels. Seeing that it was a good business idea, Blake had agreed, and they were working on it already. “When is our flight tomorrow?” Derek asked as they walked towards the luxury rental car that would take them back to their hotel.“It's noon,” he replied Derek.“Blake,” he heard Cassie’s voice and turned around.“You are leaving too?” He asked. “I thought you said you have a meeting with Jarrod after the gala.”She sighed exasperatedly, “can you imagine, he has postponed again.”“Sorry about that.”“We are leaving too,” Blake said.Cassie called a quick greeting out to Derek and said to Blake, “I’ll see you later.” Donovan and Mark are alre
That didn't go unnoticed to her. She could see the massive erection in his pants, throbbing against the fabric of his pajama with a fierce potency that sent spirally excitement right into her cunt. Happy that she had his attention now, she purred, “do you like what you see?” Her smile wide and eyes mischievous. “Mr. CEO.”“Cassie,” he gasped and his jaw dropped. “What are you doing?”“Seducing you of course,” she took four steps backward. “I want you Blake Carter; so much.” Her voice shook with her desire. "I...I" he stammered."I know you don't want anything serious." She ran her fingers through her long hair. "I don't want that either. Let's just enjoy the moment while it lasts." She continued her striptease until she was standing only in her red high heels."You are here on a mission, Cassie?" he growled, standing up. "Isn't it?""What can a girl do?" She replied with a triumphant smile spreading on her face. "Come here," he said gruffly, holding out his hand to her.He pushed her
He kissed from the top of her breast up to her neck, up to her mouth. The kiss he gave her this time was slow and tender. The kiss was that of longing and desire, an unspoken declaration that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. The steady caress of his lips against hers sent electric sparks pumping through her body, from her head down to her toes. She let out a stifled moan when he began alternating between running his tongue along the roof of her mouth and sucking her tongue. Lust overwhelmed her by the time decided he'd had enough of her mouth. Her body was super charged for something wild. “I want you to…,” her breath caught in her throat. “Fill me up, I want to ride your cock.”She didn't wait for his response; she lifted her body up, taking his hard cock in her hand, and guided it to her entrance. “You want to fuck my dick?” He gasped as his hard cock twitched against her opening.“Yes, Blake,” she growled. “Oh yes,” he grabbed her hips and impaled her on his member.
“Okay mom,” Tasha said with a smile on her lips as she ended her call to her mother. “Kiss daddy for me, goodnight.”She disconnected the line and replaced the receiver. She glanced up at the clock hanging above the stove. It was already half-past six in the evening. She smiled, returning to the onions she was slicing before she had to pick her mother's phone call. Grant and Tyson would soon return home from the football match. She rarely goes for Tyson's football matches and practices these days. Grant had taken that over from her. Even Tyson said he loved it like that. She whistled and opened the top cabinet to bring out the peanut butter jar and a can of coconut milk. She wanted to make Thai peanut chicken ramen noodles for dinner. The aroma of the onions and coconut filled the air, as she started cooking. And in no time, dinner was ready. She sighed in relief that she finished making dinner before her boys were back as she turned down the heat under the wok. She was washing
Grant knew something was up, thinking it had to do with work. He supervised Tyson as he brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas after dinner. He tucked him into bed and read to him. Being tired after the match, the boy slept off almost immediately before Grant even finished reading the second paragraph of the story. Grant put off the main light in Tyson's room, leaving only the yellow deemed light by the corner. He let himself out and went to look for Tasha. On opening her study, he found her sitting on the window seat looking forlorn. “What's wrong?” He went to sit beside her. “Have you finished with your call?”She said nothing and just looked on.“Sweetie,” he laid a hand on her shoulder. “What's wrong, are you having trouble with your publisher?”“Don't touch me!” She swatted his hand away. “Leave me alone.”Surprised, he asked, “what is going on Tash? What happened?”“Freda was here this evening,” Tasha leaned forward, her voice dripping with pain. “She told me, tell m
Blake and Cassie stepped out of the grand ballroom: the venue for the yearly fundraiser luncheon for the treatment of cancer, which Carter Industries had been involved with for many years. It was after six late afternoon on a Thursday. “Good evening, Mr. Carter,” a reporter all but jumped right in front of them from nowhere with his phone poised on Blake's face. “Are we expecting another marriage of two heirs soon?” He dashed a quick smile at Cassie.“You just stay tuned.” Blake patted the reporter on the shoulder. “We shall see.” “Mr. Carter…Mr. Carter,” another reporter appeared, a lady. “Please, can you confirm it….”“Goodnight everyone,” he waved his hand in the air, taking Cassie’s hand firmly in his. The duo, with their signature grins, simply walked away.“That was perfect.” She looked into his eyes. “I mean, the way you handled the reporters. “I don't know,” he sighed audibly. “Those guys are always eager to speculate about all my movements.”“Don't mind them, I enjoyed mys
“You want harder?” He pulled out of her and slammed back into her with force and continued fucking her harder with fast, deep strokes. “This is harder.” “Oh, God…yes!” She yelped. “That is it. Give it to me.” Blake braced himself with his hands firmly set on the bed and started pounding her cunt with all his strength. “Yes, yes,” she squealed. “I like it like that, don't. Blake, please don't stop.”She was showing another version of herself that evening. Cassie was moaning so loudly; she kept pushing her hips towards his cock to receive him deeper into herself. Her body shuddered, her breasts kept jiggling. Looking at her was so hot and beautiful. They fucked like rabbits, grunting and panting and moaning until his orgasm began building up. His breathing became more shallow as he tried to delay his climax. “Oh fuck, Cassie!" he cried. "I'm going to come, come with me, come with me!” He panted. “I'm coming, yes,” she started rubbing her clit, wanting to match up with his c
“Damn it! Damn it!” Blake muttered to himself, leaned back against the back of the couch and covered his face with his hand.He regretted allowing his father to dictate to him. He regretted loving riches so much that he wasn't able to fight back then for the woman he loved.He dropped his empty glass on the table and wobbled upstairs into his bedroom.He sat on the edge of his massive king-sized bed to kicked off his shoes and then stripped down. He dropped his suit in the laundry basket. And under the shower for a hot shower. He dried off his body and took a fresh pair of pajamas out from the drawer. Putting them on, he slid under the sheets and closed his eyes. With the alcohol in his system and the effects of the orgasm he had ours ago, it didn't take him long to fall into a deep sleep. The early morning sun was streaming into his room by the time he was conscious again. He rolled out of the bed and was under the shower in minutes. At eight twenty-nine, his driver stopped the c
“I'm never letting you go again, never again, baby.” Blake's eyes were dark with his deep love for her. He rolled away to the other side, bringing half of her body to his chest. “That was so beautiful,” he said, running his hands over her ass cheeks.Tasha nuzzled her head into his chest, feeling so free and happy. “You are not going to Sandville anymore, I hope you know,” he said with a sly smirk, his hand resting on her ass cheek. “I want to have you all alone to myself before the boys come back.”“No, I'm not going anymore,” she said languidly. “I will stay with daddy so he can give me more of his cock. I have missed it so much.” She purred.“I plan to do naughty things to your body, baby girl. Naughty dirty things I haven't done to anyone in nine years.”“Uh…,” she smiled, licking her lips. “Tell me about what you plan to do.”“I'm not telling you, Candy,” he whispered into her ear. “Just know that I plan to make you scream and moan all the way, baby.” The scorching heat from h
She grabbed his jaw, staring deeply into his eyes, and asked, “is my daddy back for me? Do you want us to really do this?”“Yes, Candy yes…,” he breathed, staring into her eyes with a look of love. The fierce love that he had always had for her. “Daddy is back, and I promise I am not going away this time.” He leaned down and kissed her tenderly.She cupped the back of his head with her hands and deepened the kiss. They kissed fervently with undeniable desire as the fire of longing ravaged their bodies. Tasha's head spun: finally the man that knew her body inside out was back. “I love you so much Tasha Harrison,” he growled and stood up to quickly discard his joggers’ pants. Adding it to the heap of clothes on the floor. His body hammered with excitement as he returned to her on the mat. His eyes looked all serious, with more shades of lust. “You are so wet, Candy,” he opened her pussy lips with two fingers. “I can't bear not being inside you any longer.” He wanted her so badly tha
Tasha went to the bathroom to brush her teeth the following morning at six. Despite sleeping late, she felt fresh and filled with vitality. She had a quick wash and dressed up for the gym. She was surprised, though, when she got into the gym and met Blake there. He only uses the gym at night. “Good morning,” she greeted. “You are working out in the morning today?”“Yeah,” he panted and dropped the dumbbells he was holding. “I haven't been here in three days. I figured I should wake up early to make up for the days I lost before I leave for the office.” He explained and walked over to the thread mill. “It seems you've been here for long with the way you are sweating.”“I have been here since four,” he grinned. He just couldn't sleep, so he decided to make good use of the time. “Wow,” she whistled and stretched on the mat to start her push-ups. After several failed attempts to concentrate, Tasha stopped trying to do any more push-ups and took a long deep breath, knowing there was n
Blake walked from his study into the kitchen on Monday night. The house was silent. The boys had already left for their grandparents’.Tasha was watering the herbs on the windowsill. “Hey,” he whispered and moved to the refrigerator, and brought out two bottles of ginger beer. “Sit with me.” He sat on the high dining chair at the breakfast nook and patted the chair next to him. He opened a bottle with his teeth and held it out to her. “Thank you.” She collected the bottle and sat down on the chair at the far end of the table instead, leaving two chairs between them.“Cheers,” he tilted his bottle towards her before taking a long swing of the drink.“I'm going to miss the kids so much,” she said and darted a quick look into his eyes. “One week,” she groaned. “I think it's too much.”“Don't worry,” he burst into laughter, “the kids will enjoy themselves. We adults too should try and enjoy ourselves here.” He tilted his bottle towards her and she just smiled briefly. She looked more
She went upstairs to her bedroom after cleaning the kitchen and stripped out of her clothes. Tasha drew a bath for herself in the bathroom. She tiptoed and reached out for the jar of luxury foaming relaxing bath salt she brought from Berkeley with her and added some into the warm bath water. She climbed into the water, sinking down slowly into it.Her mind raced at the thought of Blake. She wondered who he was with and what they might be doing. Jealousy curled around her heart again. “It's official,” she muttered to herself. “I have fallen in love with my baby daddy all over again…God.”“The man is still hot. Why won't I?” she thought to herself and moaned gently. It was getting more and more difficult for Tasha to keep Blake out of her thoughts. She wondered again for the umpteenth time if Blake had a fiancee or a girlfriend. She had seen no woman with him since she arrived ten weeks ago. “Focus…Tasha, focus,” she chided herself, sighed heavily. She forced herself to relax back in
Blake sat in his lush garden on a summer Sunday evening, ten weeks after he and Tyson had their surgery. Everything was going well and both of them had recovered very well. He was reading a business magazine while still watching Tyson and Jayce play football.His schedule for summer had changed this year because of Tyson. Blake spent his daytime on workdays overseeing the family business during weekdays, while his evenings and weekends were devoted to spending quality time with his boys. He had used every period he had to bond with his newfound son, and it was very rewarding. He watched them with a mixture of pride and wonder. Their laughter filled the air as they chased after the ball. Tyson was a natural leader and being a professional footballer in his own right had been teaching his brother different tactics. Both of them were a bundle of energy. The boys had grown to love each other in the little time they had been together. No one would believe that they were half-brothers. J
Five hours later, Tasha stepped back and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at herself, liking the outcome of her makeup. Tasha wasn't one for elaborate makeup. She liked to be simple. A light dusting of bronzer warmed her skin, subtly highlighting her cheekbones. She had applied a touch of rose-gold eyeshadow shimmered on her lids, catching the light with every blink. A swipe of mascara defined her lashes, making her eyes sparkle. Finally, a touch of sheer, rosy lipstick completed the look, a hint of color that whispered, not shouted. It was a look that spoke of confidence, not in any way artificial. Her simple makeup was such an elegance that complicated the deep emerald green silk blouse she was wearing, which she had paired with a tailored black pants, the fabric crisp and impeccably pressed, and a pair of sleek black heels that elongated her legs. She left her hair free, running down her shoulders in a cascade of beautiful waves. “Wow,” she said to her reflecti
Tasha was woken up by Tyson and Jayce seven weeks later in New York. It was her birthday. The boys climbed into the bed just as their dad walked in. They started singing a birthday song for her. “Oh my God, boys,” she grinned at them. She was so happy about their gesture. Tasha and Tyson had arrived in New York city seven weeks ago with the private jet Blake sent to bring them. They had the transplant two weeks later and both of them have recovered and are doing very great. “Happy birthday mommy,” Jayce and Tyson said and hugged her. “Thank you for taking good care of us. We love you.”“My babies,” Tasha smiled through her tears. “Thank you so much. I love you both so much.” He hugged both of them to her chest, feeling the warmth of a mother towards them. “We have a birthday gift for you,” Jayce reached over and picked the shopping bag on the floor beside the bed and gave it to Tasha.“My babies, this is so thoughtful of you,” she blinked back her tears. “Open it,” Tyson urged he
THREE DAYS LATER "Daddy, let's go to my room," Tyson held out his hand to his father, "I want to show you a lot of things." It was Saturday midday. Blake had arrived like he promised. The introduction was not as awkward as he thought it would be. Tasha only said, "Tyson, this is Blake, your daddy.” “Daddy!” the little boy had said happily and flung himself at his father. “Daddy.” Blake clasped his boy to himself. It was such a profound moment for him. “Tyson,” he whispered and kissed the top of his head. “I am so glad to meet you, my son.” It was after that that the boy invited his father to his room. Blake looked over Tyson's head into Tasha's face, searching for her reaction. As much as he wanted to go into his son's room, he knew he had to be careful not to overstep any boundaries set by her. She understood what he was looking for. She gave a nod and smiled. “Let's go,” Blake winked at Tasha. “Lead the way, please.” He followed Tyson to his room. "Wow!" That was the word t