His warm breath fills my ear, tickling it, and I’m still panting almost as hard as he is. “You can say that again,” I whisper, and he lets out a hoarse laugh. For a long moment, neither of us moves. It’s like we want to stay frozen in time, savoring our connection.
But then he kisses my neck and pulls out. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch him pad over to the bathroom, presumably to take care of the condom, and I release a shaky sigh. After covering up with the sheet, I prop my back against the pillows and try to wrap my head around what just happened.But I can’t. I don’t understand any of the foreign feelings washing over me. All I know is I like it all far too much. So much that I’m already hoping we can do it again. Very soon.
When Ryder strolls back in, naked body on full display, my mouth waters.Oh, my God. When did I become such a wanton woman?I guess after finding a man who knows how to give me orgasms. Three, in fact.
Three and counting,that wanton part of me thinks.
He has a shit-eating grin on his face. “See something you like, my little English rose?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” Pushing away from the stack of pillows, I crawl over to the bed’s edge, dragging the sheet with me. Boldly reaching out, I wrap my hands around his cock and begin stroking it. His head falls back, hips lightly thrusting, as I work his impressive cock back to full mast. “You have quite the stamina,” I tease.
“Baby, I’m always hard around you.” He stares down at me, chest rising and falling hard. “What would you like to do next? You going to wrap those pretty lips around me?”
I flick my tongue against his tip in answer, and the muscles in his abs seem to quiver. “Is that what you want? Me to suck until you blow?”
“I want it more than anything,” he rasps, sliding his hand through my hair.
Opening my mouth wide, I take his cock between my lips and suck him to the back of my throat. A shudder tears through his body and his fingers twist hardthrough my hair. His hips start to move, lightly thrusting, as I continue to suck and lick and tease.
“Delaney,” he warns, trying to pull back, but I don’t let him. I can tell he’s on the verge, and, more than anything, I want him to mark me. To let go completely and come on me like I came on him earlier.
With a pop of suction, I draw back. At the same time, I drop the sheet, exposing myself. “Do it… please. On me.”
An unholy light blazes to life in his dark eyes as he grabs his cock and explodes, covering my breasts with his warm release. I drag my fingers through the sticky warmth, circling it over my nipples. My pussy pulses and my mouth drops open, disbelief washing over me.I think…
I cry out and arch as another orgasm hits me out of nowhere.
Ryder grabs me, pushing me back onto the bed and kisses me hard, his hand sliding between my legs. His fingers circle my clit, drawing the pleasure out until I’m screaming into his mouth. He gentles his caress, leaving me a shaking mass of limbs and confusion.
“How?” I’m at a loss. “You didn’t even touch me…”
He’s looking at me so intently, like he’s staring into my soul. “Maybe I did touch you.” I frown, not understanding, until he lays a hand over my heart.
Oh, God.He means he touched my heart. No, no, no. I can’t fall in love with him.
“We are not doing anything as stupid as falling in love, Ryder McKay,” I tell him, voice fierce. “I forbid it.”
His lips twitch, and I punch his shoulder.
“This isn’t funny!” I declare, starting to panic.
“Stop analyzing everything, baby,” he practically purrs. “Just… feel.”
I swallow hard, melting a little as he kisses me passionately. It soothes my nerves and sets me at ease. He seems to have figured out how to make me unwind.
“I think we should move this to the shower,” he suggests. “I made a bit of a mess on you.”
My cheeks heat up. I have no idea what came over me. Well, I knowwhodid, but that’s not the point. This man sets me on fire. Somehow, he found the button that turns my sexy on, and I’m not complaining. That switch has been broken for a very long time.
Before I realize it, he also manages to convince me to meet his team. To be fair, I’m pressed against the tiles, wet and vulnerable, and he’s balls-deep. I’m not exactly in my right frame of mind as he edges me toward another orgasm, and my feeble attempt at putting up a fight loses out when he threatens to withhold letting me finish. My body refuses to let that happen, and I end up promising to do whatever he wants as long as he lets me come. He gives me a wicked smile, adds his fingers exactly where I need, and I shatter with a scream.
Sneaky man.
So that’s how I end up here at the A-Squared office the next morning. I’m not exactly thrilled about it, and now that I’ve had a chance to recover, my guard is firmly in place. I don’t know Ryder’s friends on a personal level, and I certainly don’t trust them. They’ve always been my rivals, and I’ve managed to learn enough about this group to stay on my toes and be wary.
The way they’re looking at me right now as we walk into the conference room and sit down at a large round table tells me they’re very concerned about their friend hanging out with a bad influence. Inwardly, I roll my eyes, reminding myself these people are all thieves, too.
