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“Ryan,” she panted as he massaged her swollen folds beneath her panties. “This is just for tonight, right?”
He dragged his stubbled jaw across the hills and valleys of her breasts, turning his cheek to add a light scrape over her nipples. “Beth, don’t talk.”
Her mind sounded a quiet alert, but when Ryan again drew her nipple into his mouth and buried his face against her sensitized flesh, she lost all thought of concern. She would give in tonight, to him, to her needs and fantasies. It was exhausting to maintain such a rigidly controlled existence. For one night, she’d give in to desire.
The tension at her wrists released, and Ryan swept her off her feet, supporting her back and knees. He cradled her against his chest and walked back to his room, kissing her mouth, tasting her lips, lapping at her neck and behind her ear.
God, maybe she’d underestimated him all these months.
Setting Bethany on the bed, Ryan shucked his pants and boxers, and crawled over her. Positioning his knee between her legs, he pushed her back into the pillows. He never stopped moving, touching, exploring, sampling different parts of her, knowing that if he gave her a moment to pause, she’d think herself out of their night together. He wasn’t about to let that happen.
As a rule, Ryan didn’t dabble in interoffice romance, but if there was one woman in the world who wouldn’t allow a liaison to interfere in her professional work, it was Bethany. She was driven like no one he’d ever met before. She was driven like he was.
And she was so controlled. It excited him and made him want her, professionally and physically. But in the bedroom, with him, she would give up control. He’d make her abandon her strict hold on her life. He’d make it so all she could think of was him, sinking into her, again and again.
With a possessiveness he’d never before experienced, he raked his gaze over her body laid out on the bed before him. Her breasts were large and high, her hips smooth and firm. He’d wanted to sample her luscious form from the first time he met her. Not very professional thinking on his part, but hell, he was a man, and her tits were incredible. Even hidden away under some boxy suit jacket, he could see their gentle sway when she walked.
Now, pressing the bridge of his nose against the under swell and into the deep valley between them, he reveled in her soft flesh.
She moaned, writhing under his weight, as he pressed his bare thigh against her pussy. With her panties still in place, there were too many clothes between them, but he wanted to take his time.
He wouldn’t tell her it was just for tonight, because it wasn’t. The attraction that tugged at him, constantly whispering there was more between them, had distracted him for months. She didn’t want a real relationship, and neither did he, so it would be no problem, but just tonight? No way.
One taste wouldn’t satisfy him, not after this long. He wanted to gorge on her voluptuous curves and wet depths. He wanted to take his time, have her every way she’d let him. And then, they’d talk business.
Dropping kisses from her breast down to her stomach and onto the lacy terrain of her pussy, Ryan inhaled, savoring the sweet musk of her arousal. He pressed his mouth between her legs and ran his tongue against the crease between her lips. Even through her panties, he could taste her tang and feel her wetness.
“Oh, God, I need this,” she moaned, rocking against his touch. Her fingers wound in his hair, tugged gently, seductively.
He stroked her again with his tongue, harder, then followed with a long, warm breath through the damp fabric, eliciting a mew of pleasure from her that nearly broke his control.
She arched back on the bed, and he captured her hips in his hands, reveling in the soft skin over muscle and bone, and held her firm against the mattress.
He had her half naked on his bed; his need to conquer should have been met, but all he could think was more. He wanted to drive her so wild with need she’d relinquish every part of herself to him. Every last bit of resistance, every last doubt, every last shred of her control. He wanted her to beg him to take it, to take her.
Pinning her hips with his forearms, he glanced up and, for a beat, his gaze met hers. “Let me have you,” he grow
led.
Her eyes, usually sharp with focus, were soft, smoky, her lids heavy. She nodded and stilled beneath him. “Have me.”
His cock ached at her breathy reply, and he wondered how long he’d be able to hold out before he had no choice but to drive himself into her. He slipped his fingers around the sodden strip of fabric between her legs and pulled it to the side, exposing her plump, rosy lips, shiny with her need for him. “Spread your thighs wider for me.”
Her muscles tensed beneath him, and she opened. Her lips parted, revealing the glistening ribbon of pink flesh hidden beneath.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he lowered his mouth to rasp against her sensitive flesh. A shiver coursed through her at his touch, and his cock throbbed with a need to cause more. He pointed the tip of his tongue and traced a slow path around the hard bud of her clit, once, twice, and a third time before running down to her opening.
He teased the edge of the fissure and then, unable to resist, thrust into her as deep as he could go. She spasmed around his tongue, crying out as her juices made their sweet assault on his taste buds.
Her pants and cries escalated with his steady strokes. Her pleasure became his. She was close. With a slow curl of his tongue, he drew away. Her fingers, still wound in his hair, tightened. She tried to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t give. The sight of her pretty pussy clenching for him, the trickle of her juices as they escaped her channel, her throaty pleas for more, mesmerized him.
He shifted his weight over her body so that one leg rested between her spread thighs and the other supported him from beside her hip. He flexed the fingers of his free hand wide as they ascended the steep rise of her breast and stroked over the stiff peak of her nipple before capturing it with a gentle tug.
“Ryan,” she gasped, raising her hips in an effort to reach his thigh.
With the tip of his finger, he circled her areola, stroked every tight bump and crinkle. Then lowering his mouth to hers, he let his lips glide against hers. She opened enticingly, her tongue darting out to meet his, inviting him into her mouth.
He continued his torture, sliding his lips back and forth against hers, and skimmed his hand down the side of her panties. He pulled back from her kiss even as she rose off the bed to follow him for it, and worked the lace down her thighs and legs, discarding it at the foot of the bed.
