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“Ouch-y?”
“Yep, as in my hand on your luscious backside for teasing me into an uncomfortable state.”
She licked her fingertips of sugar and then held up the place where she had just taken a bite.
“I don’t mean to cause you pain. Would you like a bite?”
“Minx. Remember, you have been warned.”
Ryker carefully rearranged his cock, giving her a final cautionary lift of the brow before leaning over to speak to the person sitting to his immediate left in an effort to redirect his thinking and, hopefully, his inflated dick. Her quiet chuckle had a distinct giggle quality that was nearly his undoing. When was the last time a woman’s enjoyment of food or his discomfort did it for him? A very long time. He wanted this woman badly.
He noticed that in a couple of seconds, Oakley had changed from carefree and teasing to a psychiatrist who grappled with real-world issues every day. She was like a drug, and he was fast becoming addicted to her. The morning’s presentation was well done, and the rest of the day, with breakouts and disciplines meeting to discuss how to address the varied views of the collaborative work needed for a better outcome, was something that Ryker enjoyed.
He occasionally spied Oakley, who seemed in her element. He texted her the time to meet him in the lobby, taking the opportunity to check in with her to make sure she was enjoying herself. She replied she was and was excited about dinner this evening.
He was taking her to a little dressier restaurant, but nothing more than business casual. He caught her eye once, mid-afternoon, and using a dip of his head and communicating with his eyes, he checked in with her. She smiled and nodded slightly. She could even read his body language—this woman.
He was sitting in the lobby when Oakley strolled off the elevator, relaxed with a spring in her step even though he knew she had been “on” since early that morning. He stood and reached out his hand, kissing her lightly when she approached with a smile.
“You have more energy than I would have thought by now.”
“Full disclosure?”
“Always,” said Ryker as he led her to his car the valet brought around.
“I left partway through the last session because I knew if I didn’t get a nap, I wouldn’t last through the dinner. A two-hour nap worked like a charm. I highly recommend it.”
“Skipping out for a nap so you can go out with me? I approve.” Oakley laughed, and he helped her into his car. “The naughty woman at my table this morning, though, was asking to be punished.”
“Oh,” she said nonchalantly as her face grew pink.
He was glad the sun was still up so he could see her cheeks change color. He’d like to change the color of another set of cheeks. His mind went to what taking her to his bed would be like. He wasn’t in any doubt it would be heaven. He slid into his seat and waited for her to buckle before slipping into early evening traffic.
“Oh, yes. This naughty young lady was trying to cause me to take an unscheduled trip to my room.”
“How dreadful,” said Oakley, her amusement evident. “It has to be annoying when those sudden, unexpected distractions pop up.” She slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle the chuckle.
Ryker’s surprised laughter came in a burst of mirth. “It was, and I have yet to deliver the little minx’s punishment, but I will. Soon.”
“She must be one lucky girl.”
“We’ll reassess later, after her punishment.”
The moment he said it, Ryker could feel the silence fill with sizzling need and desire. How could he want this woman so badly when he had only spent a few hours with her? It didn’t matter because when you know, you know. She. Was. His. To save him from going caveman dominant and turn the car around to take Oakley to his bed now, Ryker forced the conversation toward more neutral topics, but the casual, comfortable demeanor continued throughout dinner and dessert.
“I love a woman who eats dessert if she wants it. I can’t tell you how many have turned down the offer or have tried to eat off my plate instead of ordering their own.”
“So you don’t like people eating off your plate?” asked Oakley as she spooned another bite of her raspberry and cream sorbet.
“No, that isn’t it. I am fully into sharing if I offer you part of my meal or dessert. But when you do not order a full meal or dessert and expect me to share mine, nope. The issue is consent.”
“Good to know.”
“So, Oakley, the question is, what are you consenting to?”
