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He couldn’t help the niggle in the back of his head that told him he was making a big mistake though. Pax didn’t seem the type to ask for help and yet she had. Not from her friends but from him. It made no sense to him and that was another reason he wouldn’t get involved—she was hiding something from him. That both pissed him off and intrigued him equally.

He moved towards his bedroom, which unlike the rest of the flat was completely his design and style. Dark grey walls, pale distressed wood floor, black bedding, and black and white prints on the wall with an orange chair in the corner near the window. It suited him. Masculine, clean, and understated.

Tossing the hoodie in his hand on the bed, he shed his shorts and t-shirt and threw them in the general direction of the laundry basket as he stepped into the glass shower stall in his en-suite and turned the dial on the shower. The cold spray hit him like needles of ice as he waited for it to heat a little, enjoying the cooling water on his heated skin.

It was going to be another hot day and he knew that he would be back in here by nightfall. Quickly he squeezed some shower gel into his hand and washed his body and hair trying to ignore his hard cock, but his mind kept skipping back to Pax in that damn running outfit. The image of her hot and sweaty filled his mind, her long thick hair wrapped around his fist as he fucked her mouth while he watched her swallow his length.

A droplet of pre-cum on the head of his cock had him taking it in his hand and jerking off. He felt the tingle of his impending climax along the base of his spine before it moved up his balls and he released all over his hand in a powerful orgasm that had him panting way more than his morning run had.

Blake cleaned off and feeling slightly less frustrated, but definitely more like an asshole, he wrapped a towel around his waist and moved to the kitchen to grab a fresh coffee. It was his third already this morning—none of which he’d actually managed to finish. Taking it back to his room, he sat down on the end of the bed to get dressed—pulling on jeans and white polo shirt before adding socks and cool grey and blue retro Adidas trainers.

Standing, he snagged his wallet off the dresser and slid it into his back pocket, tucking his phone into the front one, and a knife onto the sheath on his leg. Lifting the mug he downed the almost too hot coffee, nearly burning his throat in the process and glanced at the hoodie on his bed.

Without thinking, he picked it up and brought it to his face burying his nose in it and inhaling like some testosterone filled fifteen-year-old with a crush, not a grown man who could get pussy whenever he wanted it.

The scent was a mixture of his deodorant and something that was all Pax. He had recognised the smell as hers straight away. It was sweet and delicate, slightly citrus but with floral hints to it. The scents mingled together made his stomach tighten and his dick harden. He liked the smell of her on his clothes and a strange part of him wished she had kept the top. He liked the idea of her wearing his clothes.

Coming to his senses he tossed the top in the laundry and made his way to the door ignoring the half-empty mugs on the coffee table. He had shit to do today and answers to find. He didn’t have time to spend thinking about Pax and her problems, or her sweet body. He needed to know what was going on with his team.

Arriving at Eidolon he used his ID code to get past the new gatehouse Jack had added a few weeks ago. It was an added measure of security for the grounds and the people inside. Frank Drake was the new guard on the gate and was a highly decorated former soldier in the US military. He was also their friend Zack Cunningham’s father in law. Frank and his wife had followed their only daughter to the UK when she’d married Zack, but Frank wasn’t enjoying retirement and wanted a little action. Blake wasn’t convinced this was it, but he was a good guy.

“Hey, Frank, another hot one today.”

“Gonna be a scorcher,” he said.

Blake could tell by his grin that he was happy to be useful again. “Make sure you get Jack to sort you out a fan or something.”

“Boy, I’ve spent many a day in the desert. I don’t need no fan, and I certainly don’t need no coddling.”

“Yes, sir.” Blake grinned back at Frank and offered him a quick salute.

Blake drove through the gate and around the back where the team parked. Blake parked his Audi A8 Sportback in the almost full space and looked over his teammate’s cars. Alex had a BMW M5 which perfectly suited him, Reid a Harley, Jack drove a 4 litre Range Rover that looked like it could run over all their cars without moving from second gear, while Decker had opted for the Mercedes E-class. Finally there was Mitch’s Ford Ranger truck that needed to be fucking cleaned.

He stepped out and moved to the rear entrance stepping through using his thumbprint and then waiting for the biometric scanner to let him into the central hub of the compound. And that was what it was, with a gym, a training room, weapons and shooting area, three conference rooms, and a barracks-style bunk room with kitchen, showers, and chill out area for when they had short periods of downtime but needed to be at the base.

He walked down the hallway past the conference rooms and through another set of secure doors passing the fully equipped medical room complete with surgical table, and towards Jack and Alex’s offices. Behind their office space were the weapons rooms and even a tiny panic room for any high-profile clients to use if needed.

He rapped on the door and waited for Jack to call him in. He was a few minutes early, but Jack expected that. He wouldn’t tolerate his men being late for anything, it showed tardiness and he wouldn’t excuse it.

“Come in,” Jack called, and Blake pushed down the handle and moved into the room closing the door behind him.

“You wanted to see me?”

Blake looked around the office. It was a clean space with no windows and only a few certificates on the wall. A large desk and two chairs on his side and Jack had a black leather office chair that reclined. Jack spent a ridiculous amount of time at work so that made sense to Blake. A large side unit housed a permanently full coffee pot and a stack of mugs.

“Yes, Blake, take a seat,” he said indicating the chair. Jack sat back, his hands lose in his lap, posture relaxed as he studied Blake for a second. Blake got the distinct impression Jack was looking for something, only he didn’t know what it was.

“How’s the leg?”

“Good. I have another round of physiotherapy later and I’m hoping Waggs will sign me off so I can get back to work.”

Jack nodded his blue eyes piercing. “That’s excellent news.” Jack leaned forward suddenly, his arms leaning on the empty desk, fingers linked.

“Yeah. I hate being injured.”

“Don’t we all. What about the others?”

At his question, Blake got the feeling in his gut that perhaps he was missing something. “They seem fine.” He crossed his foot over his opposite knee and placed his hands on his belly as he leaned back in his chair. “You going to tell me what’s really going on or are we going to play cat and mouse?”