And they're back! Blake and Sasha are up to their antics once more in this New Year's segment of their lives. Enjoy! Again, Blake and Sasha are a very sensual…erm…freaky couple. Enjoy!
If not for the fact that she was on a boat that was over an hour's ride away from dry land, she would have left already. She couldn't remember the last time that she was this pissed off. Standing by the free bar with a tall champagne glass in hand, she looked on with a slight frown as Blake laughed at something the woman said.

Since their arrival, almost an hour and a half ago, the woman, a willowy yet busty blond, whose stylish attire and sparkling diamonds screamed money, had clung to Blake's side as he socialized with his colleagues. Sasha hadn't even wanted to come to his firm's New Years Eve party aboard the luxurious Boston Odyssey but he'd persuaded her. He reminded her of their Christmas together, and how special that had been, and she was a goner. The past Christmas was going down as a favorite in her book. From his cabin in the Cape, to his excellent cooking skills, to their gifts for each other, and not to mention the amount of positions Blake had bent her into… She felt her cheeks heat at those thoughts, but that was all forgotten when she remembered what he'd failed to tell her. He didn't mention that his parents and sibling were going to be on the ship, until they were no longer anchored. As such, she'd had to deal with his mother's cool sneer of disdain, his father's seemingly oblivious attitude towards her presence, and his sister's snide and uncalled for comments on anything that had to do with her. And she'd been extremely polite—bitingly so. As she thought of that encounter, she thanked God for his grandfather, who'd come to her defense almost as many times as Blake when it came to the family from hell, as she'd recently decided to dub them. Thank God they weren't her blood relatives.

Reaching into her clutch purse, Sasha pulled out her cell phone. It was just after eleven, and the boat wouldn't be returning to the Boston Harbor until one. Her lips pressed together tightly. Damn him! Not only did she have to worry about bumping into one of her professors on the boat, which thankful she hadn't, but she had to worry about his family, and the blond who was following after him like a loyal puppy.

Sasha sighed and pulled her gaze away from them. Looking around at laughing and dancing people on the boat, she took a long drink of the expensive champagne, spied an empty chair at one of the many tables and headed in that direction. Her feet were tired anyway. She sat down and slipped off the pretty silver strapped shoes. Unwillingly, her eyes drifted back to Blake. As she'd expected, the woman was still by his side, and he seemed less inclined to excuse himself and see about Sasha's whereabouts. Lifting the glass to her lips, she drained the contents, feeling a deliciously numbing sensation creep through her body. This was her fourth or fifth glass. A slight chuckle escaped her lips when she couldn't remember which. The first two she'd had in the presence of his family to numb the anger racing through her body. She'd lost count somewhere after that.

"Not enjoying yourself much, are you?"

She started and turned in the direction of the voice. A man was sitting one seat over, a slight grin on his face. She hadn't even recognized that people were at the table when she'd sat down.

The man suddenly moved, and slipped into the seat right next to her. Extending his hand, he said easily, "I'm Adrian—Adrian Inglewood." Sasha stared at his outstretched hand, and then at his ruggedly handsome face—blond hair, green eyes, square jaw, contagious smile. Reaching out her own hand, she shook his, saying as she did so, "Sasha." There was no need to give him her last name. She made to pull her hand away but he held on and said, "It's always a pleasure to meet beautiful women, Sasha."

Smiling slightly at the appraisal in those eyes, she shook her head and replied, "Thank you, Adrian. I'd like my hand back if you wouldn't mind?"

His grin grew larger as he released his hold on her. "So tell me, Sasha, what's a pretty woman like you doing all alone on New Years Eve?"

Unconsciously, her eyes went to where Blake was standing and her smile faltered. He was still talking to the woman, but surprisingly his eyes were on her. Now he was looking at her? She purposely looked away from him and gave her full attention to Adrian.

"I don't know, Adrian. Why do you think a woman like me is all alone on New Years Eve?"

"I think she's waiting for the right guy to take her away," he replied easily. Sasha chuckled lightly. She'd met many like him before…exuding confidence and bold in their approach to things. Blake was like that, but he did it with a sly mastery achieved by years of practice. Adrian, who looked to be a few years older than her, would probably gain perfection with age.

"And who might this guy be?" She knew he referred to himself, and she knew that she was flirting, but Blake had been flirting for over an hour and in her dictionary, turnabout was fair play.

Adrian licked his lips. "Me."

The waiter chose that moment to arrive, indicating her empty glass. Sasha nodded and said, "Please…thank you." Her glass refilled, the waiter looked to Adrian, who waved a dismissive hand, before he continued on.

Sasha lifted the glass to her lips, and took a sip, waiting to see what Adrian would say next.

"What do you say we step outside—onto the deck?"

When Sasha simply arched a brow, and stared at him, Adrian chuckled and continued, "We could look at the stars and find out more about each other. It's about to be a new year, and new years always call for new friends."

She'd been around enough guys to know his type. While he was entertaining to flirt with, she wasn't going to step onto the deck with him. To do so would be sealing the "deal," and she had no intention of doing that.

"You seem like a nice guy, Adrian, but I'll have to decline," she replied easily, and then added as an after thought. "It's cold outside."

Chuckling slightly, he took that rejection in stride. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get to know you r right here." He paused, and then said smoothly, "Would you like to dance?"

Sasha's eyes narrowed slightly on him, but he simply smiled and replied, "One dance. If you're worried that I'm a bad dancer, I'm not."

Turning her gaze away from his, she looked in the direction of the dance floor. A slow melody was playing and many couples, old and young, were moving gracefully to it. Briefly, she let her eyes pass Blake and the blond. He'd returned his full attention to her once more. Whatever. Blake had dragged her to his New Years Eve party and practically abandoned her. Well, she was not going to sit and sulk about it. There was free bar, a live band, good music, and a particularly attractive man had just asked her to dance. Hell, what was she waiting for? She took one last mouthful of the champagne before slipping her shoes back on, and standing.

Adrian's eyes lifted to hers, and she was sure that it wasn't her delayed reaction that made his gaze seem to linger on various parts of her body, and he smiled.

"Are you coming or not?"


"So, what do you do, Sasha?" Adrian asked softly, his hand at her lower back. They'd been dancing for a few minutes, with him staring at her, and Sasha staring at the couples, especially the older ones and wondering how long they'd been together.

His question brought her attention back to him and her brow's lifted. Oh what the hell? It wasn't as if it was a secret. And this was the most entertaining conversation she'd had aboard this cruise so far.

"Law school."

His eyes perked up and he seemed genuinely interested, "Oh really? Where? I recently graduated from Yale Law."


"Oh, our bitterest rival," he said with mock anger, tossing her out and pulling her back to him.

She chuckled. "The very same. So I'm guessing you're practicing with this firm?"

Adrian nodded and she recognized something else in his eyes when he looked at her. Respect. Maybe he initially thought her someone's ex-plaything, without an independent brain in her body.

"Yes, I'm one of the new associate corporate attorneys here."

"You must be good then—hired straight out of law school."

He laughed softly. "That—and my father's a partner here. That certainly helps."

Inglewood. The name had sounded familiar but she hadn't been able to place it before. The firm was called Leverson and Inglewood.

Sasha smiled, before shrugging nonchalantly. "I guess that would help."

"I like you," he began, leaning closer to her. His lips pressed close to her ear. "I'd like to take you out sometime—outside of this cruise." Before she could respond, the hand at her back slid lower, coming to rest very intimately at the juncture where her back met her ass.

Shaking her head, Sasha was just about to politely decline that invitation and pull his hand back up when Adrian looked above her head and tensed. His smile still remained but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Blake," he said in greeting, and Sasha didn't need to turn around to know that Blake was standing impossibly close behind her. She could feel the heat of his body against her. A hand slipped around her waist, a possessive hand that splayed her midriff, and she felt Adrian take a step away as she was pulled backwards, against Blake.

"Adrian, I see you've met my fianc?" Blake said, giving the younger man a tight lipped smiled.

Eyes widening, Adrian looked back to Sasha, who'd twisted her head ever so slightly and was now glaring up at Blake. He weighed his options and decided to excuse himself. Sasha was a beautiful woman, but Blake Leverson was a ruthless man. Despite his father being partner, Leverson could make his life hell if he so chose. He opted to find another woman. Giving Sasha one last regretful once over, he smiled and bid them both farewell.

Blake easily pulled Sasha into his arms, and Sasha grew even angrier when she felt her body melt against his. Her arms slid around his neck as he masterly moved her to the rhythm of the music. His lips smiled down at her, but she could read anger in those blue-grey eyes of his.

"Are you trying to make me angry?" That was the first question out of his mouth.

"If that was my purpose, I'd say I succeeded," she countered in a sweet little voice, smiling when his smile disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

She tilted her head to the side and pretended to contemplate that answer.

"Well, for starters—I don't remember actually accepting your proposal. You told Adrian I was your fianc?and well—I'm not," she retorted, feeling justified and completely bitchy, as his face tightened in irritation.

"And by the way, wherever is your new puppy?" She looked around before turning her attention back to him. "Funny, I expected her to follow you over here."

Blake smiled tightly down at her and replied evenly, "Is that what this about? You're jealous of a client's daughter?"

"I'm not jealous of anyone, Blake. Especially not some blond princess who's probably never done an honest day's work in her life." She pulled out of his grasp and glared at him. "Why don't you go back to her? Go on. You've given me enough time for the night. Clients are so much more important than—." She broke off immediately as she was going to say "fianc?" and she'd just scathingly told him that she wasn't his fianc? He reached for her but she took another step back, and then stepped around him. She quickly recognized that she would have to stop with the champagne if she wanted to walk from the cruise later on. Putting one foot directly in front of the other was becoming a bit of a challenge.

He followed her.

"Where are you going?" Blake asked in a low and even voice.

She stopped and turned to him, asking in a falsely sweet voice, "Do you suddenly care? Go entertain your client's daughter. I'll find my own entertainment, thank you very much." With that, she quickly moved away from him.


She headed to the ladies' room, which was mercifully clean, and took a few moments to empty some of the champagne out of her system. That done, she felt a little less tipsy as she stepped from the stall and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She'd gone light with the makeup, as she usually did, and wore a forest green, off the shoulder dress that snuggly hugged her upper body, and fanned out to just above her knee. Her hair was curled and pinned atop her head, making her look glamorous and conservative all in one. She liked it.

Sasha was staring at herself in the mirror and retouching her lip gloss when the bathroom door opened. She didn't even pay attention until she felt a large presence at her back. She dropped her lip-gloss into the sink, and cursed.

"Shit, Blake!" Looking down at the pink brush in the sink, she mourned. It was her favorite gloss. Rounding on him, she glared and asked, "What the hell is wrong with you? And what are you doing in here?"

"What's wrong with you?" he countered, crossing his hands before his suit clad chest.

"Oh nothing, Blake. Absolutely nothing. You lied to me about your parents coming to the cruise, and then you leave me alone while you flirt with your client's daughter, and you want to know what's wrong with ME?"

"Alright—I'm sorry for not telling you about my parents. They changed their minds last minute and I knew you wouldn't come if I told you so I didn't. I wanted you here, with me," he paused for that to settle in before adding, "As for Ashley, I'm not flirting with her—I'm networking."

She snorted. "Well, thanks for setting me straight about that, Blake. I think I'm going to go network now too, and I think I'm going to start with a particularly connected guy by the name of Adrian. Maybe he'll get me an interview with—?"

Sasha made to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around. Before she knew what was happening, she was pressed against the wall, with him at her back.

"Are you purposely trying to make me jealous?" His breath was hot against her ear and neck, and despite her anger, Sasha felt a rush of heat spread across her body. Only Blake could make her want him when she was this angry with him.

"Why should you be jealous? I'll only be doing what you were doing with Ashley—networking!"

"Sasha," he hissed, his body pressing even closer to her. Something hard nudged against her ass and she swallowed. Her throat was suddenly dry.

"What? You don't want me to talk to Adrian, but you can walk around for an hour talking to Ashley?" She returned breathlessly, pushing back against him. His breath hitched. Gripping her arm, he spun her around so that she faced him. His eyes were molten, and she looked away, struggling to control herself. Just because Blake looked at her like that, like she was a sweet morsel that he wanted to gobble up, didn't mean that she had to act the part of said morsel and allow him to do it.

"Sasha, you won't like me when I'm jealous," he said softly, and she lifted her gaze and smirked up at him. She suddenly had a memory of a movie—she couldn't remember which one—but of the main character saying something similar. You won't like me when I'm…angry—mad. Something. She chuckled drily and tried to push him away.

His eyes suddenly narrowed and he leaned closer, so close that she half expected him to kiss her, and was disappointed when he didn't.

"You're drunk," he said suddenly, pushing away and staring at her from an arm's length.

"I am not drunk," she countered, shaking her head for emphasis. "I am comfortably tipsy. Now get out of here, and go back to whatever you were doing with Ashley." Something wicked made her add, "I'm meeting Adrian on the deck to celebrate the New Year. Should be fun."

She watched his nostrils flare and smiled to herself. It was so easy to goad him. Her smile faded when his hand gripped her chin and his lips crushed against hers.

"Blake—get—off—," she murmured half-heartedly. When his tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, she tried to turn her head to the side, but the hand at her chin refused her, and his tongue pressed inside. Sasha moaned at the sweet intrusion, and her arms lifted from her sides to clutch at his broad back. A muscular thigh pressed between her legs as he kissed her and she ground herself against it, feeling shocks of pleasure shoot through her body as she did so.

Blake suddenly pulled away from her, leaving her leaning against the wall, her body like jelly. His expression was contained as he moved away from her, and for a moment, she thought he was leaving her to go back to Ashley, for a moment, she almost attacked him, but instead of leaving, he locked the door, and removed his black jacket. He threw it over one of the stall doors and slowly approached her.

"Blake—," she began only to have him place a finger to her lips and cut her off. His hands landed on her thighs and he hiked her dress to her waist, exposing the black thong that she'd worn underneath. His finger traced her slit through the strip of material, dragging little cries from her, and he spoke against her ear, "Are you hot, Sasha?"

She shook her head and he attached his lips to her neck, sucking against her sensitive spot until she squealed.

Pushing the material to the side, his finger slid up into her and she cried out, before she could stop herself.

"You're wet, Sasha. Who's making you wet?"

Biting her lip, she pressed her head back against the tile and closed her eyes. She might be slightly tipsy, but she knew what he was doing, and she wasn't ready to give in.

His finger slipped from her, and she opened her eyes. The expression that he wore was a cross between desire and anger.

She felt his hands span her ass and then she was being lifted. Sasha gripped his shoulders and locked her legs around his waist. He carried her over the sink ledge and pressed her against it. Her eyes held his as he unzipped her dress and pushed it down. She hadn't worn a bra with the dress as the top was tight enough to act as its own bra.

His hand palmed her breast and she arched against him, closing her eyes. A sharp jolt that was half pain, half pleasure had her eyes flying open. Blake had pinched her nipple!

"Keep your eyes open, Sasha," he murmured, lowering his head to her breast. His lips encased her nipple as his tongue bathed it aggressively. Blinking furiously, her hands pushed into his hair and she moaned.

His head lifted and he asked softly, "Did you like that?"

Sasha shook her head and closed her eyes. "No." Of course she was lying. They both knew she was lying but the battle lines had been drawn and both were refusing to back down.

"Really?" Blake retorted, and then she was being dragged the edge of the ledge. His fingers hooked into her thong and he roughly pulled it down. Sasha leaned back against the mirror, watching him from beneath lowered lids. A muscle worked furiously at his temple, and he looked particularly delicious with that determined, slightly angry look on his face.

A slight shriek emerged from her throat when he pulled her off of the ledge and spun her around so she faced the mirror. His hand at her back pushed her down, so that she was hunched over the ledge, the palms of her hands pressed against it.

Sasha watched in anticipation and fear as he stepped back from her. She heard the telltale rattle of a belt buckle and licked her lips, feeling the sticky wetness between her legs.

Blake was suddenly over her, his hard length pressed against her back. A hand suddenly caught her chin and forced her head up, making her look at him in the mirror.

"What do you want, Sasha?" His other hand was lightly caressing her ass, moving slowly against one firm globe before doing the same to the other.

You. I want you.

"Nothing that someone else can't give me," was what she said instead. She followed that with a tight smile. Blake's tongue flicked her earlobe.

"Someone else?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft. "Who?"

His hand cupped her heat and she arched back against him. A finger traced lightly against her nub and she gasped softly, before clenching her teeth together and saying, "You already know who."

Sasha gasped when two fingers slid deep, and unconsciously pushed her legs further apart. Her eyes closed, but the hand at her chin shook her lightly and she opened them.

"Eyes open."

Blake looked less angry, and more possessive. Sasha pushed back against his fingers, and he smiled.

"Afraid I'll think of someone else?" she gasped out, watching as the smile disappeared and a confident smirk took its place. His fingers slid from her body and she moaned, and then squealed when he brought his hand down against her ass cheek.


"Just making sure that you remember my name."

She was thinking of something smart to say when she felt the blunt head of his cock press against her opening. Eyes widening in the mirror, she felt both of his hands span her waist. His hips surged forward, and she bit her lip to prevent the cry from leaving her mouth.

Blake withdrew completely, and she lifted a brow in confusion. His gaze—now more grey than blue—held hers in the mirror as he thrust to the hilt again. Sasha couldn't prevent the cry that left her lips. He withdrew once more, and she groaned at the loss, but he pressed forward again. He continued on, until she was so frustrated that she reached a hand back and grasped his hip, holding him to her. They both remained still, staring at each other in the mirror, and she watched a muscle tick in his jaw before he asked, his breathing a bit ragged, "What do you want, Sasha?"
"Please—please…" She managed unsure of exactly what she was begging for but knowing that it had everything to do with the man behind her.

Blake leaned forward, and asked, "Please…what?"

Sasha shifted back against him, wiggling her ass slightly and shuddering at the delicious friction caused by him being inside of her. Warm lips traced her neck, and then he pulled away from her, and Sasha cried out at the loss.

"Blake, what are you—?" Her words were cut off when he spun her around, so that she faced him. A hand slipped between her legs and she parted them immediately. He lifted her against the ledge once more and stepped between her legs. Tilting her hips up, she latched her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms about his neck.

Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his, and swirled her tongue inside his mouth. Using her legs, she pulled him closer to her, and then pulled back when she recognized that he was remaining immobile.

"Please…what?" he persisted, and she was so close that she could see the darker flecks of blue in his irises.

Sasha briefly contemplated toying with him, but in the end, she decided this had gone far enough. She wanted Blake; he wanted her.

"Please…fuck me," she murmured softly, placing soft kisses against his lips. It wasn't as if she wanted Adrian. She'd just wanted to make Blake jealous—a bit of payback for his attention to Ashley.

His hand lifted one of her legs and he easily slid into her. She gasped and clutched at his shoulder. Blake leaned forward and captured her lips as his hips began a steady pumping.

Sasha moaned feeling ecstasy approaching, and held close to him.

"Blake," she murmured, twisting her lips away when breathing became hard.

His teeth nipped at her ear and she clenched down on him. She could feel her orgasm building when he suddenly went still.

"Blake." This time it was half-whine, half-groan.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Mine," she answered without really thinking.

"Wrong answer," he replied, pulling back slightly. Her legs at his waist tightened and her heels gripped him.

"Yours—oh my Go—it's yours. Fuck me, Blake." She tossed her head back.

"Were you flirting with him?" He didn't need to say Adrian's name. The menacing way he asked the question told her everything she needed to know.

Sasha moaned, and pressed her lips to his neck. "It was harmless—trying to make you jealous."

He reared back and thrust against her—hard. "Why?"

"Because I was jealous!" she managed to gasp out. "Oh…Blake!" She pulled his head to hers and kissed him. "Please."

He lifted her, so that her body weight was all on him, and slowly began to move her up and down against his length.

"Oh my Go—Blake! Blake!" Sasha cried out as she came, feeling her legs turn to mush. She would have fallen if not for his hands holding her up, and even then, he had to brace her against a wall. He didn't allow her to recover. Instead, he attached his lips to her neck and continued pumping into her body. She rippled around him, moaning and breathing heavily, as he pushed towards his own orgasm.

Sasha came down from one orgasm, only to be pitched headfirst into another. Blake grunted and groaned her name and she felt his seed splash against her.

"Maybe we should both—make each other jealous—more," Sasha said haltingly as her breathing slowly returned to normal. "I think—I like—jealous Blake."

Blake chuckled lightly and kissed her. She smiled against his lips.

"Happy New Year," Blake murmured softly, kissing her again.

Eyes widening, Sasha lifted a brow.

"It's 12:02," he told her softly.

Sasha tightened her grip on him and pulled him closer to her. "Happy New Year."

"We should get back to the party—we've been gone for almost half an hour. I'm sure there's probably a search party being assembled for us right now."

"It's your fault. You didn't pay attention to your fianc?"

"Fianc?" He lifted a brow and his eyes grew serious. "I thought you didn't accept my proposal." She smiled and lightly kissed his cheek.

"I love you, Blake."

His arms tightened around her. It was the first time she'd said those words aloud.

"I love you," he returned immediately. "Marry me." He knew that she wasn't going to say yes yet, but he felt the need to say it anyway.


"What?" He'd heard incorrectly, hadn't he? "What did you say?"

"I said yes, Blake. Of course I'll marry you—always intended to." They'd have to get married after she'd graduated, but she liked the idea of being the official fianc? And then he would be her husband. And she'd have no choice but to deal with his family—. That thought sobered her. She lowered her legs to the ground, feeling him slip from her body. "I think we'll have to do something about our families though."

He groaned and then chuckled. "Holidays, birthdays and special events—how's that?"
Sasha smiled and nodded. "I like how you think, Mr. Leverson."

"Come on, we've got to head back to the party," Blake said, pulling away from her and fixing his clothing.

Sasha did the same and minutes later they were presentable enough to go back into the crowd. Moving over to Blake, Sasha finger combed his hair and stared up into his eyes.

"No more Ashley?" she asked softly, smiling as she did so.

He groaned and replied, "A few minutes—."

She nodded and fixed his tie. "Okay."

Blake's eyes narrowed. That was too easy.

"Okay?" he repeated.

"Yes, that's fine," Sasha continued, turning around and heading towards the door. She turned and looked back at him, a sly smile on her face. "I think I'll just find Adrian while you two are together."

Blake shook his head and followed her. "Are you trying to make me jealous…again?"

Sasha waited until he was standing before her, locked her arms about his neck and kissed him. "Maybe. I already told you—I like you when you're jealous."

anonymous readerReport

2013-01-23 08:52:10
You have GOT to be kidding right?Think about this localigly. Based on these complaints NO ONE WHO HAS HAD CONSENSUAL SEX AT ALL CAN READ TO CHILDREN. Is it the fact that we KNOW they had sex or that they do it for money on film? I think that nearly everyone has experimented with filming private sex acts. What about mainstream film actors who often perform extremely realistic sex acts in front of the camera? Should we not allow Nicole Kidman to speak to children because of Eyes Wide Shut ? (her ex also in that movie, shouldn't read to children for other much more important reasons.) What about fashion models who walk around half naked on a stage in front of people? Should we prevent former exotic dancers who may have paid for their education in that profession to not become teachers?How far does it go? The next step would be to require everyone who has had sex in front of a camera to wear some kind of badge or have some kind of tag on their ID so we can make sure they don't talk to or

Anonymous readerReport

2009-04-02 19:17:11
Very good :)

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