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And I think it could be really goddamn easy to fall in love with you.
I better keep that bit to myself.
“Fuck, it turns me on when you call me Ryder.”
I only crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, realizing my mistake too late, when his gaze had already dipped to my cleavage, his eyes going a little glassy as he stared.
Then again, my own had dropped to his dick as it swelled beneath his pants. I couldn’t help imagining its weight against my tongue, of the wide tip pressing into me again, of how perfectly he stretched me…
“Eyes are up here, Princess.”
I obeyed the attention grab, slowly dragging my golden gaze up the length of his torso, meeting those emerald greens of his.
With a wolfish grin, he crossed the room to me and spun us so he sat on the armrest of one of his cushy leather chairs and pulled me between his legs. Like this, we were eye to eye, and I couldn’t resist driving my fingers into his hair, scratching my long nails against his scalp. He groaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed.
“You have thebesthair,” I said as I slowly sifted through the silky strands, mesmerized by the combination of reds and browns.
“Yours is better.” Without opening his eyes, he skated a palm along my arm and over my shoulder until he could grab the length of my low ponytail.
Then he blinked his eyes open for a brief moment and leaned forward to seal his mouth over mine.
We hadn’t spent nearly enough time kissing on Friday, and fuck I loved this man’s lips. Soft and smooth, plush and firm. They worked against mine, opening as his tongue darted out, tracing the seam of my lips until I did the same.
And hell, that tongue. I wanted it so much lower. I wanted it on my nipples, between my thighs. I wanted the sharp sting of his teeth on my lower lip replicated on the curves of my breasts and against the throb of my clit.
“Just say yes, Mar,” he whispered when we broke apart, both breathing hard. And when he slipped his hand beneath the skirt of my dress and brushed his fingers through my slit, I was helpless. I was putty in his hands, ice cream melting on a hot day. “We’re consenting adults. Everything else is just…bureaucratic bullshit.”
“That bureaucratic bullshit is my company,” I reminded him.
“Ourcompany.”
“Mine,” I said, pulling my mouth away to nip at his lip, his jaw, his neck and shoulder.
“Stop fighting with me.”
“But I’m so damn good at it.”
“Princess.” My nickname was a heavy, exasperated sigh. “Please.”
“Fine,” I conceded in a whisper. “Yes.”
He rewarded me by slipping a finger into me.
“So wet for me,” he groaned. “Although, you should really start wearing panties.”
“Too hot,” I breathed, struggling to keep a grasp on the conversation as he added another finger and lazily pumped in and out of me.
“I think it’s more than that,” he said, his thumb brushing briefly against my clit in a way that had my knees buckling. He wrapped his free arm tightly around my waist, holding me upright. “I think you wanted to end up right here, with my hand up your skirt, making you come all over my fingers.”
“I-I wasn’t opposed to the idea,” I said shakily as he picked up the pace. I dug my nails into his biceps, the muscles bunching beneath my touch as he worked me harder.
“I think we should start every day just like this,” he said against my neck, where he leaned in to press an open-mouthed kiss to my pulse, lightly sucking the skin into his mouth and swirling his tongue.
“I think people are going to start asking questions if we—oh!”
My train of thought was completely derailed when Cal drove a third finger into me and curled them, rubbing against some hidden spot that caused my entire body to spasm. Already, my orgasm built, sending tingles skating up and down my spine, that pressure against my clit expanding the harder he pressed, the faster he pumped his hand, the more times he hit that secret spot he’d found far too quickly for my liking.
“People will start asking questions if we what, Mar?” he asked, his voice a low grumble. “If I fuck you so good that you forget to hate me?”
