Our Secret To Keep.

Chapter Twenty-Four - It Is Getting Too Much

Kade

It is after ten when Blythe and I are leaving the office. It has been a hectic day and not all good. Most of our meetings went well, but one not so much because of a chauvinist pig who thought he could treat Blythe like crap because she is a woman. What are we, living in the damn sixties? She didn't hesitate to call him out, and he soon shut up, realising Blythe wasn't the type of woman for him to mess with. He was embarrassed by the time she was done with him, and I have never seen anything more satisfying in my life. Her confidence and independence are so damn sexy.

"Do you want to come to mine for a drink? I think we both need it?" I suggest.

"Yes, a drink and hot sex is what I need."

"I can give you both, sweetness," I reply with a smirk.

"I know. I will follow you to your place."

I walk her to her car, making sure she gets in safely before climbing into mine. She lets me pull out first and follows behind me. It doesn't take long to arrive at my place. Blythe parks down the street because there are no spaces close by. Quickly parking mine, I head down to meet her.

"I could have walked the twenty steps on my own, you know?" she laughs, climbing out of the car.

"I am being a gentleman." I chuckle.

She makes sure her car is locked. Resting my hand on the small of her back, I guide her inside.

"Do you want wine, vodka, gin or scotch?"

Blythe thinks for a moment. "Scotch. A double on the rocks, please. Do you mind if I make myself comfortable? My feet are killing me."

"Of course, make yourself at home." I smile.

She slips out of her shoes and takes her coat off, flopping down on my sofa, sighing loudly. It has been a rough day. I disappear to the kitchen, pouring a scotch for each of us and grab some chocolate from the fridge.

"Bring the bottle." She calls out.

A woman after my own heart. I lift the bottle too, joining her in the living room. She is resting back against the sofa with her eyes closed.

"Your drink, gorgeous."

She sits up, taking it from me and takes a large gulp. "Much better."

Sitting next to her on the sofa, I take a large mouthful of mine. "Yes, much. I am sorry he was such an asshole to you, Blythe."

"It is fine. I have been dealing with men like that for a while. I can handle them. He will think twice before he tries again." She snickers.

"Yes, he will. The look on his face was priceless and amusing."

"It severed him right." She shrugs, taking another drink.

Her phone vibrates against the table. She groans and reaches for it. Her face changes as she reads it. Her nose crinkles, and her brows furrow.

"Is everything okay?"

She sighs and turns to me. "You may need to move now that my sister knows where you live."

"Huh?"

"It is Beth texting, asking why I am at your place so late. She is outside. She was going to come up until she saw my car. Are you sure nothing happened?"

"I am positive. This is getting way too stalkerish." I groan.

"I know. I am sorry. I need to tell my parents. She isn't listening to me or you. Maybe she will listen to them."

What else do I need to do or say for her to leave me alone? I shouldn't have brought her here last night. I should have known she was playing me.

"What if I tell her I have a girlfriend? A fiancée even? Would that work? It would be a lie, but I don't know what else to do. I can't tell her about us."

"Maybe. Honestly, if she did know about us, it wouldn't change much. It would make her want you more."

"What are you going to tell her? Your reason for being here so late?"

I don't want Beth turning on Blythe.

"That we are working."

Blythe texts her back before she switches her phone off. Lifting her glass, she drinks the rest of it in one go, pouring another, and I do the same. I have dealt with all kinds of women, but Beth is new for me. She is on another level of crazy, it would seem.

Silence comes between us as we drink. I really hope Beth doesn't come and buzz my apartment. Blythe finishes her second drink, stands and heads over to the window, peeking out of the curtains. She must be looking for her sister's car.

"I can't see her. Hopefully, she has left."

"With any luck," I reply.

Blythe comes back towards me, taking her place before me and pushing my legs apart with her knee, stepping between them. Sitting forward, I place my hands on her hips and bring her into my lap.

"Do you still want to have sex, or has she ruined the mood?" she asks.

I run my hands around to her back, down over her and slide them beneath her dress and caress the back of her thighs. "Trust me, nothing can ruin the mood when it comes to fucking you. I am still up for it, if you are?"

Beth isn't ruining my plans!

Blythe smirks and gently rocks her hips to me. "I am still up for it. There is no better way to destress than hot sex." She smirks and crashes her lips to mine in a heated kiss.

I groan, holding her tightly to my body and happily kiss back. I use my free hand to unzip her dress at the back, purposely and slowly caressing her back as I do. Blythe shudders under my touch and lifts her arm, allowing me to remove her dress. I toss it aside, leaving her in only her underwear in front of me. I groan at the sight. She is so damn gorgeous.

"You have no idea what I want to do to you." I rasp and brush my growing cock up against her.

"You know me, Kade. I am ready for whatever you have for me," she purrs, "Give me all you have got."

I plan on doing just that for the next few hours at least!