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“This is what I like,” she insisted, twisting her hand away and returning it between them.
“No offense, Sugar, but why not give me a chance to show you something you might like?” he asked, and he watched a look of scorn cross her face.
“Stop calling me Sugar. I have a name. I don’t really respond to penetrative sex, not unless you can stroke my clit at the same time,” she mumbled.
She was fearless about sex and fuck if it wasn’t a turn on. Most of the women he screwed didn’t have an opinion other than shouting his name and urging him harder, deeper, or faster.
He grabbed her hand and lifted it, sucking her damp fingertips. That got her attention.
“I absolutely know how to make a woman come with my dick, as well as my tongue, as well as several other ways,” he said, and he laughed when her pupils darkened.
To reward her, he dropped her hand and tilted her hips. Then he adjusted his stance, pulling out at an angle to coat her clit with her own juices, then sinking back inside using short, rubbing strokes.
Her eyes widened, then she panted along with his rhythm.
“Holy fuck,” she murmured, almost in a panic.
“Hang on, Su—Nita. Just let the feeling move through you,” he said, but her breathing was in disarray. She reached down before he could stop her and rubbed out an orgasm in two motions.
She cried out and lay back on the desk, her chest rising and falling in deep gulps.
“Holy fuck,” she repeated, covering her face with her arm.
“Mind if I finish?” he grunted, almost adding “your Majesty.” Then he shook his head. Why did he care about extending the experience? They’d both get what they want and get on with work.
She spread her legs wider and pushed up tiredly to her elbows.
“Of course,” she said, and he pumped into her until his own climax hit.
Afterwards, he pulled out and removed the used condom. Looking around, he tossed it into the empty wastebasket beside the desk.
“So… it’s out of your system, right?” she asked, and he saw she already had her bra in place and was pulling her dress up.
“Not even close, Sugar,” he murmured, leaning in close to put a hand on either side of her legs. “But according to your rules, you’ll never know how good itcould’vebeen.”
Her mouth snapped shut and her cheeks blushed, making him certain that she’d be thinking of his statement for the rest of the day.
10
Nita stepped into the elevator, a lingering perspiration from their passionate encounter still tingling on her skin. Beside her, Ryder adjusted his jacket, his demeanor shifting into a cold, professional mode. That was good. The colder his attitude, the more she could focus on the job at hand and get the hell out of there.
They ascended to the security headquarters, the elevator opening on a second vacant reception desk.
“Through here,” she said needlessly, stepping out of the elevator ahead of him and heading to the right.
She swiped her bracelet against the sensor and the glass doors buzzed. She pushed one open and stood aside for Ryder to enter.
The headquarters were modest, but faced the estate below, offering a commanding view of the property.
“Tinted windows,” he murmured, strolling towards the dim view of the estate the windows offered. “Or some kind of tinted film. On the outside, since there wasn’t any glare when we drove up.”
“Probably. I know more about operations and bio-haptics than those finer details,” she said, watching him stop close to the windows and look down at the grounds. “How much do you know about Cavendish?”
“Let’s pretend I know nothing and you give me the grand tour,” he suggested, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it carelessly on the nearest desk.
“Cavendish Club Seattle is just over fifty acres in total. There are nine properties, all with different themes. Each has a range of rooms for guests to stay in, along with catering kitchens. Each property is linked by an underground tunnel,” she explained.
“But above ground paths as well?” he asked.
