Jake

I hold on to Blair, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. My body shakes with irritation and I know my actions are only giving those who watch more fuel to burn me. But I couldn’t rein it all in—the need to protect her, the desire to keep her sheltered from the fucked-up assholes who surround her.

“You good?” I ask Blair, still staring a hole into the guy who now refuses to look up at me. He’s swiveled around facing the band, tapping his foot, long since forgetting the altercation he was seconds away from being the center of.

“I’m okay,” she assures me, placing her hand over mine. “But I think you should know that this caveman side of you is very sexy.”

I drag my stare away from the guy and look down to see Blair looking back over her shoulder. Her chin tilts upward, a smile tugging at her lips. It was impossible not to smile in return.

“You’re trouble,” I tell her before placing a quick kiss to her lips.

I see the surprise in her eyes when I step away and move back toward my end of the bar. I shouldn’t have kissed her, I know, but I was unable to stop myself. Blair has me saying and doing all kinds of shit I can normally refrain from. But her goodness, the sweet girl she is, makes me want everything she has to offer.

Part of me wants to tell her everything then convince her that the safest thing is for her to run off with me, only I know that can’t work. They would find us, and we would both pay.

The rest of the night goes by fairly quickly and without any further need to deem Blair off limits. In fact, most of the guys who need drinks come to my end of the bar instead of hers. Each time I look in her direction and smile as if I’d won the battle. She doesn’t seem to mind though, there is a glow to her almost like me announcing our connection was the best possible thing I could have done.

When closing time came, I lock the doors and Blair, Tom, Marla, and myself move around cleaning and closing things up. The band gathers their equipment and loads it into the van that sits right outside the back door. I can feel myself growing more impatient with each passing minute. I want nothing more than to throw them all out and get some much-needed alone time with Blair.

I feel off-kilter, unsettled, and maybe even a little agitated.

When Marla and Tom tell me they are done and ask if there is anything more they can do to help, I tell them much too quickly that Blair and I can handle the rest. By the knowing smile on Marla’s face and the smirk on Tom’s, I can only assume they know the thoughts running through my mind.

The band manager tosses me a nod before ducking out the back door and I’m quick to lock up behind him. That feeling of being a kid again returns as I spin to face Blair. Excitement hits me like a freight train as she looks up through her long lashes and tries her best to fight the smile tugging at her lips.

I pause for a few seconds, simply taking her in. I love the way she looks at me; no one has ever eyed me the way she does with that simple gesture alone. She doesn’t seem to see me as a Gunther; she doesn’t fear me, and that feels better than anything I have ever felt before.

I see the way her chest begins to rise and fall faster as her breathing grows more ragged when I approach. Just when she thinks I’m going to reach out for her, I step around and go to the jukebox instead. I swear I hear her sigh in defeat and fucking love the idea of her wanting me to touch her so badly that when I don’t she is disappointed.

I glide my finger over the choices, taking my time to pick the one with the right mood. Sexy yet meaningful, one that will allow me to hold her close, but with just enough depth.

When the beat of the song begins I close my eyes for only a few seconds before turning to face her. Holding out my hand for her, I feel my heart rate spike when she places her palm in my own. With a quick jerk, she lets out a squeal before her body slams against mine.

Her laughter is infectious; the sound of it seems to make the hell of my world escape so easily. When Blair places her other hand against my chest just over my heart before looking up to me, I swear it skips a fucking beat.

“You are so beautiful.” The words seem to burn my throat. I know it is because I have never meant anything more.

“So are you.”

I chuckle, and she buries her face against my chest almost like she is embarrassed.

“That’s a new one,” I tell her, forcing her to look up at me once more. “But I like it.” Beautiful to me means something of innocence, something of purity. Call me a fucking pansy for loving the idea that she saw me as such. I know if she knew who I truly was she wouldn’t be thinking the same.

Our gazes lock on one another, no words needed as we continue to move together like we’ve been doing it forever. Dipping my head just enough to bring my lips to hers, she accepts my kiss without pause. What I intended to start as nothing more than a simple kiss quickly changes to more. I have never been able to get so lost in one person before, but with Blair, I do. She makes me forget so easily the last job I was sent in to complete; she helped me forget the man I was born to be. She gives me hope that I could be something more, be something great.

The song ends and as the next one begins I grip her hips and begin backing her toward the office where we’d started this very thing earlier tonight. Ever since I stepped out of there and left her behind, I’d been swarmed with visions of her perched over my desk or straddling me in my chair. It was hard to concentrate all night, and I found myself hiding my erection on more than a few occasions.

Just as we reach the doorway, I slide one hand around her waist and lower it to the hem of her skirt. Only I don’t stop there; I reach beneath and trace over the edge of her panties on the inside of her thigh. Finding that she is as turned on as I am only made it that much harder to fight the animalistic urges that race through me. The tip of my finger tucks beneath her panties as I slide smoothly over her entrance; she is wet and so warm. Wasting no further time, I push my finger inside her from behind and she pushes back opening herself even more.

“You drive me so crazy.”

The feeling is mutual. Crazy is light in comparison to the emotions and feelings racing through me. I want this: her and me and us. I want to feel this way every single day and night.

I remove my finger from her wetness and she groans in protest. I see a disappointed look take over her gorgeous face. But when I lift her skirt, hook one finger on each side of her panties, and begin to lower them, her eyes glaze over.

Her body rests back against the edge of the desk, as if to gain leverage and stability from her trembling legs. Lowering her panties to the floor with ease I remain kneeled before her. I can smell how aroused she is and it makes me crazed. Leaning in, I kiss her exposed thigh before moving to the next. Blair's legs only begin to shake even more as she reaches out to place one hand onto my shoulder. I smile against her thigh, knowing that what I am about to do will throw her over the ledge.

So very slowly I graze her clit with the tip of my tongue and a deep guttural moan falls from her lips. Holy fuck she is amazing. I can’t seem to get enough of her, and I’m not only referring to the way she is displayed before me now. I mean “enough” in every sense of the word. Her eyes, her smile, her laughter, and the way she touches me even when she is just brushing past me behind the bar. Her purity and the sweet gentle way about her make me feel so unbelievably safe and real.

Unable to control myself any longer, I rise and loosen the buckle of my jeans. Freeing my cock, I quickly sheath myself and move forward to graze over her wetness. Another whimper followed by a whispered “Yes” leaves me as desperate as she sounds.

I slam inside her, Blair’s back arches up off the desk, and she grips the edge so hard her knuckles appear white. I try to pace myself, go slow and take my time enjoying each drive, each withdrawal, or the way her body squeezes me so perfectly, only I cannot seem to. All that races through my mind is that I want this with her every fucking minute of every fucking day.

When I look down, starting at the place we’re joined and scanning over her body then upward toward her gorgeous face, I find a look in her eyes that matches my thoughts. She feels it too, I know she does. This connection we have. One I shouldn’t be feeling or allowing to take place, but am unable to fight.

I have never felt anything like it before in my life.

Immediately I feel her tighten around me, and I grip her hips tighter, doing my best to drag out her pleasure. Her eyes roll back, she bites her lips, and suddenly I feel her let go. That is all it takes to drive me over the edge. Together we share what is one of the most intense and intimate moments of my life.

I don’t want the moment between us to end, but I know I’ve already pressed my luck. Any second, one of my father's men or hell even my brother could show up, and that is the last thing I want. So I reluctantly pull free and clean myself up. I can hear her moving around behind me, I’m sure doing much of the same.

With my pants now once again in place, I fasten my buckle and look up to find her looking anywhere but at me. Quickly I reach out, forgetting my pants and hook her around the waist, pulling her body against mine. Her eyes widen in surprise just before I press my lips to hers.

“You have no idea how much every second with you means to me.” I rest my forehead to hers, still keeping my eyes closed. “It’s like I can’t breathe it’s so consuming, every look you give me, the way you touch me. I’ve never been this reliant on anyone before, like I can’t get enough.”

“Me too.” Her whisper is like another squeeze to my already aching heart.

We stay this way for what feels like forever, but I know it’s only a few seconds before I back away.

“We better close this place up.” And continue this back at my place, or yours. I want to say the rest, but I know I need to check in with my father. If I don’t, I’ll find him or one of his assholes seeking me out instead.

We finish shutting off the lights and step outside, locking the back entrance. I link my hand with hers and together we walk toward her car, parked only a few feet from my own. When she looks at me, her head tilted to one side and a smile tugging at her lips, I can’t help but smile in return.

“I think you and I need to plan a getaway.” I know to stick around here is something I can’t chance. “Someplace I can have you all to myself.”

“I’ll have to see if my boss will give me some time off.”

“I think if you ask him nicely anything is possible.” I kiss her one last time before backing away and allowing her to get inside her car. It is a difficult task because the second I feel the distance between us, my hands shake to reach out for her once again.

She offers me a gentle wave just before placing her car in reverse and backing out of her space. I watch her drive off toward the main road and I know the only way I’ll be happy is if I know she is safely tucked away inside her apartment.

So I follow distantly behind in my own car and pull over to the side of the road when I see her park in an open space across from her building. Flipping my lights off, I wait until she gathers her bag, closes her door and hurries across the street.

God, she is fucking beautiful.

I place my hand to my chest and press as if that will soothe the ache I felt. I want to go to her, I need it, only I can’t. I have to figure out a way to get the answers my father needs and keep her too.