Page 175 of Pure Recklessness

Heat flooded my bloodstream.

We’d spent a leisurely afternoon exploring the town, having lunch and now we were shopping, so it hadn’t all been about sex.

But I was glad that was next on the menu, because although it’d been less than twenty-four hours since Blake was inside me, I already had withdrawal symptoms.

I wanted him.

‘Yes, Mr CEOhhh.’ I giggled, emphasising the O at the end of his nickname. I couldn’t wait for him to give me another orgasm.

I took off my clothes, slid the new dress off the hanger, then stepped into it.

Of course it fit like a glove and instantly made me feel like a million dollars.

Just like every single item Blake had picked out for me.

Once again, he’d selected the perfect sizes and everything was beautiful and something I would’ve chosen for myself if I’d won the lottery.

Every time I showed Blake what I’d tried on, he nodded with approval.

‘If that sales assistant wasn’t hovering around so much, I’d bend you over right here,’ Blake said as he watched me undress, his cock straining against his jeans.

I was just going to suggest he did, when the sales assistant called out.

‘Anything else I can bring for you?’

‘No, thank you,’ Blake said gruffly.

Once I’d finished, the sales assistant took everything to the till.

I knew he’d offered, but I still felt bad letting him pay.

I’d come to London to be independent. To make my own way in the world and here I was letting a man buy me clothes that were ridiculously expensive.

Then again, I’d also sworn blind that I’d never sleep with my boss because it was unprofessional and look how that turned out…

My situation with Blake was different. I’d earned my position in the company fair and square, not because I’d fucked him.

And anyway, I didn’t regret a thing. This was the happiest I’d ever been.

‘I don’t need it all,’ I protested at the till. ‘We’re only here for the weekend. Just one dress is more than enough.’

Blake ignored me, paid with a black American Express card then picked up the armful of bags.

I went to speak but Blake instantly cut me off.

‘Don’t say another word,’ he warned as we left the store.

‘What about thank you?’ I grinned.

‘That’s acceptable. But if you really want to thank me, spread your legs for me when we get home and let me feast on your pussy,’ he growled.

My body quivered with excitement.

Most men would’ve asked me to show my gratitude by sucking their dick.

But despite already spoiling me rotten today, Blake wanted to do something he knew maximised my pleasure.

As I pictured myself on the villa’s stunning sun-drenched patio with Blake’s head buried between my thighs, his tongue licking me over and over again until I saw stars, my clit pulsed with need.