Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Two months later

Blake Davenport

POV

Driving to work today felt as heavy as ever. The guilt is eating at me as it always does. Life has a way of knocking you off your feet whether you want it to or not.

Fuck I sound exactly how they told me I would become this depressing sad sap. I did not believe them. Though I have every right to be. I drive into the office building’s underground parking; I park in my designated parking. I switch off the car and got out.

My phone rings but I let it go to voice mail. I do not feel like talking to anyone right now. Though it might be someone important, I will call them back once I get into the office.

When I get to reception a woman being escorted out by security. I frown and walk over to reception.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“She wanted to come in without authorization, she didn’t even have an appointment.” She says as she glares at the woman in question.

I turn to look at the woman. I frown when I see its Julliet Harvey.

"Stop!” I shout.

The guards stop.

"How could you treat her this way. That’s Julliet Harvey." I scold them.

Theses fucking idiots. I walk up to her as they release her. "I apologize Miss Harvey please forgive the staff." I apologize for their insolence.

She smiles at me. "That’s okay. I’m here to see a friend." She tells me.

I frown. Julliet Harvey a well-known model has taken two months off from modelling after a breakup with her ex-boyfriend after she went drinking at a bar and the pictures were terrible. I know because I covered the story myself. “Who is this friend?” I ask.

“Kenny. No Kendell Marks. She is my best friend…” she tells me.

“She’s off on an assignment today and won’t be back into the office today…” I inform her.

I begin to walk away but she grabs my arm. “I have been trying to call her, but she hasn’t answered my calls, so I was worried. Do you think you could call her for me?” she asks.

I take a look at her hand, I then look at her face, I’ve seen many pictures of her, I’ve seen her eyes before, but never like this, never have I ever seen eyes so captivating, her brown eyes pull me in. What did she say?

“What?” I ask.

She looks at me confused. “Can you call Kenny for me?” she asks.

My eyes go back to her hand on my arm.

Her eyes follow mine and she quickly removes her hand. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to stop you…” she looks at me with innocent eyes.

I sigh, shaking my head.

"Fine, it sounds important. I’ll call her for you.” I tell her.

She smiles nodding her head. “Thank you.” She whispers.

"Follow me…" I tell her. I walk toward the automated doors. I press my key card against the scanner. The glass doors slide open, and I walk in with her following behind me.

"So, are you a reporter as well?" she asks.

I shake my head no.

She moves beside me, her arms behind her back, a bright smile. “So, what do you do here Mr.?” she asks.

"Blake Davenport…" I only answer the second question.

She sighs… “Come on tell me what you do?” she asks again.

“I’m what you’d call a manager.” I tell her.

She looks at me, tilting her head to the side. “So, you’re an editor or an editor-in-chief?”

I nod. “Yes, that’s right…”

She smiles shaking her head. “You tried to dumb it down for me because I’m a blonde plus a model, so I now no brains, right?” she asks.

I stutter out an answer.

She stops me. “Do not worry it happens a lot more than it should. I’m used to it. And besides, I am more interested in getting to know you, Mr. Davenport.” She smiles.

We make our way across a sea of cubicles. “What do you want to know?” I ask her.

She smiles brightly. “I’ll ask you when we’re in your office.” She says as she walks ahead of me.

We walked into my office, and I closed the door.

“Can I get some work done before I call her? She might still be driving.” I ask.

She nods.

I walk over to my desk and switch on my computer.

“So, tell me about yourself Mr. Davenport?” she asks.

I do not look up from my computer, as I log in.

“What do you want to know, Miss Harvey?” I ask her.

"Are you perhaps dating anyone right now?" she asks.

I look up at her surprised by her question. I shake my head. "No..." It is true I am not dating anyone right now.

Her smile brightens. “That’s good.” She tells me.

I frown, “Why would that be good exactly?” I ask, I look back at the screen and see Kendell hasn’t arrived at the sight yet, I’m about to tell her when she speaks again.

“So, Mr. Davenport, do you find little old me attractive?” she asks me.

I look at her… “What are you getting at Miss Harvey?” I ask her.

“Come humor me…” she tilts her head.

I sigh. “I’d be a fool not to find you attractive, though I don’t know how that’s of any pertinence to right now." I tell her.

She smiles. “So, what do you say Mr. Davenport, or can I call you Blake?” I ask her.

I have no idea what she’s up to. I choose to ignore her.

She moves closer to me. “Come on now, don’t ignore me.” she says.

I look at her, a little dress that leaves little to the imagination. She is leaning onto the desk giving me a full view of her breasts.

Is she hitting on me? She is hitting on me, right?

“So how sturdy is this desk exactly?” she asks.

I take her in, it’s been four years since I’ve so much as touched a woman sexually. Hell, I cannot even tell if she is flirting with me.

I stand from the desk and make my way around the desk. While I do that she hops onto the desk and sits on it.

I stand crossing my arms watching her.

“Oh, don’t you look hungry Blake…” she moans out.

I couldn’t help the reaction my body had toward her. I have never felt like this, not in years.

Her smile widens and she hops off the desk and stalks her way over to me.

She jumps on me, I barely have time to react before she kisses me hungrily, motherfucker. I quickly wrap my arms around her body, so she does not fall to the floor. I find myself kissing her back and enjoying every second of it.

Taking her in, I have no idea why Justin would ever cheat when he has this woman at home? I can barely focus on keeping us upright, so I walk up to my desk and place her on the desk, bringing my hands down to cup her ass, squeezing it, I love how well her ass fits into my hands.

My hands go under the little dress only to find her ass bare underneath it. Well, is she not daring to wear nothing under this little piece of fabric she dares to call a dress. If she were mine, I had never let her even step a foot out of the bedroom.

Her hands go to my jeans button, she unbuttons my jean, and it falls to the ground I step out of it, my hands go to her back, and I unzip her dress. She pulls it down before she attacks my lips again. She lifts my tee over my head and throws it to the ground. She pulls down my boxers.

She makes her way down to her knees while kissing my neck, chest, and stomach until she reached my fully erect dick. Her hand wraps around my dick and she slowly starts moving up and down. I have not done this in years, I’m scared I’ll come in seconds.

She licks the tip, licking off the pre-cum that is seeped out. she puts her mouth on my dick sucking me. I nearly screamed out. Fuck it has been so long.

"Fuck…” I groan out.

She takes more of me in her mouth while keeping her eyes on me.

She pulls away to lick down from my tip all the way to my balls. She takes me by surprise when she sucks one of my balls.

You can say what you want about Julliet Harvey, but the girl knows what she is going. And there is nothing sexier than a woman who takes charge in the bedroom.

She palms my dick, jerking me off, as she sucks my balls.

Jesus. I groan.

She moves back to sucking my dick, and palms my balls, massaging it.

Without warning, I come so hard, I do not even have time to warn her, but she surprises me when she swallows every single last drop, like a fucking boss.

I pick her up and place her bare ass on my desk. I drop to my knees and open her legs to give myself access.

I pause and just take her in. Jesus what a sight to behold. I tease her by kissing her inner thigh, from her right thigh to her left.

She grabs my head in both her hands and pushes me to touch her lips with my mouth. I let out a chuckle at how impatient she is.

She moans.

I massage her clit with my tongue, and she lets out a low moan.

I move down to her entrance; I swipe my tongue from her entrance right up to her clit.

“So, fucking wet for me…” I groan.

I plunge my tongue right inside of her. I feel her body jerk in surprise.

Her hands grip my hair pulling at it.

I pull my tongue out, I thrust two of my fingers inside of her, while I suck on her clit...

Her body begins to shake, I slow my pace down, she pulls at my hair.

I quicken my pace, thrusting my finger faster and harder into her. I hook my fingers inside of her so I can reach her g-spot. Her body trembles. I know she’s close.

She lets go of my hair, when I look up at her I see her playing with her nipples. Mother fucker I am hard again.

“You can come baby…” I murmur into her.

“Oh fuck, Oh Fuck. Oh, fucking Blake!” she screams out as the orgasm rips through her.

“Oh, baby I’m not done with you yet…” I say as I lick my fingers dry. She tastes like heaven.

She clings to me as I make my way to my feet. I position myself between her legs. I thrust into her.

"Ahh…" she moans.

I start to thrust causing us to moan out together. She feels like a dream. I want to savor the moment.

I quicken my pace.

"Ahh... Harder." She moans gripping my ass, feeling her fingernails in my ass cheeks.

I start ramming in her harder, faster...

I am close, I’m so close to coming, so fucking close. My hand goes down her body, I massage her swollen clit. I feel her body tense. She is close.

We climax together, screaming out together. I do not think I have ever come that hard before. Out of breath I lay on her. until I catch my breath. I move to the floor, laying spread eagle. I’m spent.

The room was silent, you could only hear the sound of us breathing loudly.

I have not felt so light in years, I have no idea if I’ve ever felt like this before.

"Shit now that’s how one should be fucked. I have never been fucked that hard before..." She says panting as lays on my desk...

I smile but don’t say anything.

The smile wipes off my face, the guilt starts to consume me. What the fuck did I just do?