The Auction Block (Agents of Interpol 1)

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Blake's erection presses against my thigh and I grind my body into his, a low moan in his throat. I run my hands down his chest, pressing my nails into his skin. His back arches as he pulls his mouth from mine.
"Fuck, Lily," he says through gritted teeth.
"I love you, Blake," I breathe as his lips move down my neck.
"Oh, baby," he says moving his hand down to cup my sex. I flex my hips, pushing myself into his palm. My body shudders as he slips two fingers inside me, swirling them around, hitting my sweet spot.
"Please, Blake," I beg, wriggling with need under his deft touch.
He removes his fingers and twists, positioning himself between my legs. "Look at me," he hisses.
As my eyes meet his, he sinks into me, slow and tantalizing. My body arches as he buries himself inside me, stilling. Gently, he pulls out, almost completely and descends into me again.
"Ah, Blake, please, faster," I groan.
Again, he pulls out, lowering his lips to my breast, taking my hardened nipple into his mouth, licking and nipping, sending waves of pleasure through me. I tremble and shake, the pressure building in my groin.
"Blake, please," I scream, fisting my fingers in his hair.
He growls low in his throat, rearing up and slamming into me, forcing a round of pleasurable screams and moans to escape me. I lift my hips to meet him. Blake twists his hips, rolling so I'm on top of him. I place my hands on his chest and grind myself onto his erection.
His hands tighten on my hips and he moans as I take him, making him mine. I move faster and harder, willing Blake to his release, needing to feel him come undone beneath me.
"Lily, not yet," he begs.
I refuse. Blake grabs my hips and lifts me off his erection with ease. He turns, getting up onto his knees and I grin, getting on to my hands and knees as well.
"Oh, baby," he whispers seductively, positioning himself behind me.
He slams into me, the fullness of him inside me this way sending me instantly to the edge. I cry out his name as he pounds my body relentlessly.
"Come with me, baby," he hisses as we explode around each other in perfect unison.
Sinking down onto the bed, Blake envelopes me in his arms, kissing my lips, my nose, my eyes, and I drift, exhaustion pulling at me.
"Lily, I need to ask you something," he says pulling me back to reality. The tone in his voice sends my heart pounding and my eyes fly open.
"What's wrong?" I say sitting up to look at him.
He takes a deep breath and slides out of bed, shrugging into his sweat pants. I grab his t-shirt and pull it over my head. Blake moves inside the closet, and comes back to me, his hands behind his back.
He kneels in front of me, his breathing uneven. My heart pounds in my ears, a wave of dizziness hitting me like a brick wall.
"I love you," he says, his voice full of passion and desire.
"I love you, too."
From behind his back, he produces a small, black box. Opening it, a beautiful, simple diamond ring shines up at me.
"I don't care how long it takes to be with you. I want to spend the rest of my life loving and worshiping you. Will you marry me?"
My hand flies to my mouth, tears stinging my eyes.
Oh, God, this isn't happening.
Shaking, I reach out and touch the ring, its perfection reaching the deepest part of my heart. I should say no. This is only going to make tomorrow worse. I'm selfish . . . so selfish.
"Yes," I whisper.