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I don’t have one. At least, I don’t have one that uses words.
“I don’t know. I don’t know why the parent/child relationship is so complicated when everyone is an adult. But I know, at the end of the day, you love your dad, and he loves you, same as with my mom and me. And I also know, that the only thing that’s going to make you feel better right now, in this moment, is to take me to your room and finish what we started earlier.”
My heart throbs in my chest, excitement and anxiety at the boldness of my statement raging an all-out war inside me. My breathing is labored and my breasts are swollen, and by God, I’m more than ready for Ryan to show me what it’s like to have him be the boss in the bedroom.
Carly
Time is fluid. It has to be.
Because I couldn’t even snap a rubber band in the space between the moment I invited Ryan to work out the vestiges of his tension with me and now if I wanted to. And yet, the feeling of my back scooting across the comforter on the bed in Ryan’s tidy home away from home as he wraps his arms around my thighs and yanks my body down toward his seems like it might last forever.
“Ryan,” I breathe, eliciting a grin from him.
“Just relax, Carly. I have but one solitary goal tonight, and I’m not the kind of man who stops anywhere short of success.”
“And your goal?” I ask with a gulping swallow. “What is it?”
His smile is lazy and sexy and wholly in control in a way that makes my entire body quiver as he skates a hand up in the inside of my thigh and pauses, just before actually touching me.
“When I’m done with you tonight, Carly, you won’t have to ask.”
Holy shit.
That’s it. I’m starting a blog on the merits of dating corporate VPs. New goal, lady warriors. Don’t fight the establishment; fuck it instead. The results are guaranteed to be exponentially more satisfying.
I flop back onto the bed, and Ryan climbs over me, straddling my hips and scooping a gentle hand under the back of my neck. It makes my nerves tingle, but the simple feeling is no match for the gasp that leaves my throat when he uses that hand to yank up on the back of my neck, forcing my back to arch dramatically.
My breasts heave in my pink bra, my flowy top already having been removed and discarded in a heap on the floor, and he leans down to skate his mouth across them. The tops first and then the swells, and then, with agonizing precision, he closes his lips around the peak of my nipple and sucks through the fabric.
Because of his hand at my neck, my body’s natural inclination to balk at the overwhelming sensation is a dead end, and his suction pulls even deeper.
I moan, and his fingers tighten in the strands of hair that have mixed among them. “Louder,” he tells me, the softness of his own voice a dichotomous traitor to his order. “When you moan, don’t hold it back. I want to hear it, feel it, taste it. Understand me?”
I nod as best I can with the restricted movement of my upper body, and he smiles against the skin of my throat.
“Good girl.”
Holy hell.
Ryan gently squeezes his hand at my throat as he spins it to the front of my neck and applies pressure ever so slowly. It’s not choking per se, but it’s choking’s little sister, and I can’t say I’m sad to be meeting her. Sliding down, his hand travels slowly to my chest, the weight of it making the feeling of intimacy that much more potent.
The cup of my bra leaves a scratching scrape in its wake as he pulls it down, and the open air on my already slightly wet nipple makes it peak even harder.
“You’re beautiful, Carly,” Ryan says against my skin, his mouth so precise in its movements it’s like an extension of his hands. “Your body. Your face. Your mind. All of it is captivating.”
I sigh heavily, the simple task of breathing and enjoying his attentions at the same time proving more difficult than expected.
I want to touch him, feel him, taste him—but something about the way he’s dictating our pace assures me it’ll all come in good time. Sexy Barney Fife has been replaced, and now I’m faced with a fierce, commanding lover in his place.
And, damn, I’m a fan.
I exhale as the other cup of my bra flips down and props my breast above it, and Ryan licks a circle around the nipple. He groans when I shift my legs restlessly below his hips, and then he nips at the underswell of flesh. “Calm, baby.”
