“Not enough today.” He snaked his arms around me and then picked me up and put me on the work top. I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I’d rather you showed me though.”
He swallowed his last mouthful and gave me a sweet, tasty kiss that only had me wanting more.
He went to pull away, but I pulled him back in to me to kiss me deeper and let me taste the delicious mix of blueberries and him. His mouth always fit perfectly over my own, his tongue slowly and seductively tasting me too. I could have stayed there and kissed this man forever. I’d never get tired of it. He breathed new life into me every damn time, and made me forget about everything but him.
“Come on, let’s go get comfy on the couch then we can finish what we’ve started.” He pulled me off the worktop and smacked my ass. “Ladies first.” His eyes twinkled as I stepped in front of him.
“You only say that so you can check out my ass as I walk in front of you.”
“Better believe it.” He gave an evil groan and squeezed my ass as I walked on ahead. “Best rear view I’ve ever seen.”
We fell back onto the sofa together, hungry for each other and frantic with need. He kissed me harder, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and swirling his tongue in that delicious way that always drove me crazy. I threaded my fingers behind his head, yanking on his hair and pulling him even further in to me.
He groaned into my mouth. “I missed you so fucking much today.”
I kissed him like my life depended on this connection, wanting to get as close to him as I could.
“I’m always with you,” I gasped as I bit his lip and pulled it into my mouth. “You’re a part of me, and I’m a part of you. I always feel you in here.” I found his hand and placed it over my heart.
“I love you so much, angel. You don’t just live in my heart, you own the damn thing. You’ve ripped it out and claimed it as yours, and you know what? I don’t ever want it back. It’ll always be yours.”
His words had me melting even more than his touches.
“How the hell do you always know the right thing to say?”
I didn’t give him time to answer. Instead, I attacked his lips with my own, kissing him with as much love and passion as I felt in that moment. Our teeth clashing, tongues dancing, voices moaning, but we didn’t care. This was us. This was what we both needed.
He grabbed my ass, giving it a squeeze, then ran his hands down to the tops of my thighs. Suddenly, I was launched into the air, rolled over, and sitting astride him. He lay back, but pulled me down onto him.
“I need you,” I moaned as he kissed me, holding the back of my head to direct me exactly where he wanted me.
“How do you want me?” He pushed the skirt of my dress up and ran his finger along the seam of my panties before pushing underneath to feel how wet I was for him.
“Jesus, Ryley. I love how wet you always are for me, baby.” He ran his fingers up and down my folds gently then tugged at my panties, forcing them down my legs.
“Nothing turns me on as much as turning you on.” I smiled, and reached down to stroke over his thick, hard cock beneath his sweats. “I think these need to come off too. I want to sink onto that delicious, thick cock of yours. I love it when you stretch me and fill me like you do.”
He clenched his jaw tight at my filthy words and smacked my ass in response.
“Come and get me then, baby.” He grinned with an evil twinkle in his eyes.
I sat back and pulled at the elastic of his sweats and boxers. He lifted his hips to help me, and when his gorgeous cock sprang out of his pants, I couldn’t help myself, I licked my lips.
“Damn, Ryley. Your face right now. It fucking turns me on how sexy you look. Sit on my cock, angel. Fuck me.”
I reached forward and ran my hand over the top of him, smearing that little drop of pre cum across my thumb. Then I sucked my thumb into my mouth and sighed.
“It’s all yours,” he said, caressing my face with the back of his hand. “Every inch of me is yours.”
I leant forward to kiss him again, and reached beneath me to hold his cock and stroke him, rubbing him along my folds and teasing him by hovering oh so temptingly over the head. Almost sinking onto him, but not quite. Giving him a taste of what was to come. Jax wasn’t a patient man though, and before I knew it, he had my hips in a vice-like grip and was spearing himself into me, thrusting upwards and making us both cry out.
I rolled my hips over him, fucking him hard and taking what was mine. I could feel my muscles clenching and the warmth spreading through me. I slammed my hips down, impaling myself on his thickness, then I lifted up until he was almost out of me, pushing back down again and revelling in the feel of him stretching me wide and ramming into that magical spot inside me every single time. I held onto his chest as I rode him harder and harder, pounding my pussy onto him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock. My head fell back as I moaned and gasped with every thrust. His fingers dug into the skin of my hips, then he slid them down to my ass and pulled me forward slightly, allowing him to move my ass up and down his length in the way he wanted. I didn’t mind the shift in power. I loved when he took charge, took control of me in the best way. He started to thrust his own hips harder upwards into me, and the pressure building inside me made me lurch forward and bury my face into his neck. He didn’t miss a beat, just kept thrusting and pounding into me, grabbing my ass firmly as he rolled it up and down his cock, and drove us both towards the perfect ending.
“I’m gonna come,” I managed to get out on a gasp.
“Hold it, angel. Come with me.” I tried my best to hold it but that was pointless. When you’ve got the biggest and most delicious cock ramming into you, sending you over the edge, there is no holding back.
I shuddered and clung to him as my pussy clamped down on his cock and my clit went into spasm.
He cried out as my orgasm milked him of his own. His cock swelled inside me and the throbbing soon turned into erratic hard thrusts and cries of, “Fuck, baby, yeah. So fucking good.”
I came again as he spilled inside me, whimpering as I did, and feeling like I could die from how sensitive I felt. I couldn’t handle the intensity of the orgasm and I started to shake and cry.
He wrapped both of his strong arms around me and kissed my neck as I panted and tried to gain control of my body again.
“I love you, Ryley,” he said as he clung to me, his throbbing cock still inside me. “Always have and always will.”
Monday morning, and I was a blithering wreck, pacing around the bedroom trying to find something to wear to my dad’s offices. I had hundreds of outfits that would suit, but for some reason, everything felt wrong.
“It’s just your dad. He won’t care what you wear.” Jackson came up behind me, giving me a reassuring squeeze and a kiss on my cheek. “You look beautiful whatever.”
I sighed and spun in his arms to face him. “I know he won’t care, but I’m so nervous. I don’t even know why. Anyway, I need to dress to impress. I’m networking too.”
He nuzzled into my neck and inhaled as if he were breathing me in. “You always impress, you don’t need to dress for that. Are the nerves because of what I told you? About my father?”
“No. I know you still have your doubts about him, but I know my dad would never hurt anyone. It’s not that. You know… I’m just being silly. It’s nothing. Once I get into the office, all my butterflies will disappear and I’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.”
He nodded. “Don’t forget, I’m always with you. So, if you get nervous, imagine me wrapping my arms around you to protect you, okay?”
The thought made me feel all warm inside. I liked that we had developed this unbreakable bond that tethered us to each other, even when we were apart.
Jackson let me borrow his flashy sports car, ironically the one he’d used when he came to taunt me the day that Justin went into rehab. He told me to consider it mine now, but I didn’t want to rely on him financially. I would get my o
wn car soon enough.
I parked up in my dad’s underground car park and made my way up to his office on the top floor of his building; a huge steel and glass tower gracing the city’s skyline for as long as I could remember. I recognised my brother’s car in the car park, and the nerves started to consume me again. Had Travis told our dad about Jackson? Was I walking into some kind of intervention?
Once the doors of the lift opened, I saw Dad standing outside his office talking to one of his colleagues. When he saw me, his face lit up, and all the panic I’d felt on the way over dissolved in an instant.
“RiRi, sweetheart. Come on over here and give your old dad a hug.” He grabbed me into a bone-crushing embrace and then held me out at arm’s length to look over me, as if he was checking for any visible damage to his precious treasure. “Still beautiful, just like your mother.”
“I’ve missed you, Dad.” I hugged him again, feeling safe and instantly at ease. The smell of home and childhood still clung to him and made me feel calm. “How’s Mum?”
“Missing you like crazy. She said to go over and see her when you’ve finished up here. She’s making your favourite for lunch. She mentioned something about Gloria seeing you recently, and some new man on the scene?” he said flippantly, not really interested in my answer. “But I’m sure she’ll quiz you all about that later.”
I didn’t feel like elaborating on that now. I was there to network for the charity and see my dad. Baby steps, Ryley. Baby steps. There’d be plenty of time to broach the Jackson issue another day.
“Your brother’s just through there sorting out the coffees. Go in and say hi. He said you’ve been ignoring his calls lately.” Dad frowned at me, but didn’t push the issue.
“I’ve been busy.”
“Too busy for your family? I think you’ve chosen to put your eggs into the wrong basket, sis.” Travis emerged from a door to the left of us with two mugs of steaming coffee in his hand. He handed me one and passed the other to dad.
“There are no eggs and no baskets, Trav. Don’t be ridiculous.” I sipped my latte and steeled myself for the onslaught I felt stirring in the air.
“Okay. It’d make me feel better if you answered my calls though. I worry about you. Wouldn’t want anyone else to take my place as your number one guy… after Dad and Nate, that is.” They both laughed.
Little did they know that there was another man who came way above them all now. Well, maybe Travis knew, but from the way this conversation was going, he hadn’t said a word to Dad.
“You’ll always be a top priority to me. You all are.” I wasn’t taking his bait. I didn’t want to argue either, so I changed the conversation around to him. “How’s Cassie? Are the wedding plans coming along okay?”
I saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he gulped, giving away the nerves he was trying to hide. “She’s bridezilla. I’ll be glad when it’s all over.”
He walked back into the kitchen area he’d just left, and Dad grimaced at me. This wedding of theirs was getting more and more elaborate by the day. I couldn’t quite believe Travis was going through with it; Cassie too for that matter. It was blindingly obvious that his heart wasn’t in it. He needed to grow a pair and be a man, tell her he didn’t want all the bells and whistles, or at least ask for a breather. After the whole Lilly debacle, I couldn’t see how either one of them could move on so quickly, as if it’d never happened. In all honesty, I don’t think my brother had moved past it. I think, if this Lilly agreed to take him back, he’d have been after her and leaving Cassie behind in a heartbeat.
“Come on, sweet pea. Let’s go and do some networking. Get that charitable cause of yours out to the fat cats in that boardroom. They have more money than they know what to do with. It won’t hurt them to throw some of it my daughter’s way.”
Dad put his arm around me and pulled me in for a fatherly hug. Travis strolled out of the kitchen a second later, sipping an espresso, and walked with us down to the boardroom at the end of the corridor.
“Might need to do the networking after the marketing video.” Dad looked at Travis like he’d just spoken Japanese.
“What marketing video?” He wrinkled his forehead in question.
“The video you had couriered over this morning from the Paris office. It was on a USB marked as urgent, with instructions that it be played at the beginning of the meeting this morning.”
“First I’ve heard of that,” Dad barked, looking extremely pissed off about being out of the loop in his own domain.
When the door opened, I froze, and the bottom of my stomach fell out as I heard a familiar voice.
‘I want to fuck you over my desk, make you scream my name as you come over and over again. I want to come all over you, inside you. Any way I can. I want it dirty, angel. Really fucking dirty.’
My heart stopped in my chest and I started gasping for air. Gripping the door frame with my quivering arms, I fought down the rising bile in my throat. This had to be a nightmare. It couldn’t be really happening, could it? I couldn’t bring myself to look in the direction of the huge screen on the wall, but I didn’t need to. I knew what’d be playing on there. A homemade video in Jackson’s office, his desk taking the starring role of course… oh, and me, getting fucked over it for everyone to see.
“Oh, God,” I managed to whimper, even though my mouth had gone dry with the shock. “Please make it stop. Please.”
The noises and grunts from the video seemed to amplify as each second counted painfully by. The members of the board sat stunned in their chairs. Some shuffled nervously, and others had their eyes glued to the screen. Some of these men and women had known me since I was a baby. I felt totally and utterly mortified. Violated.
“What the hell is this? Travis? Ryley? Jesus, Travis shut the damn thing down, NOW!” My usually mild-mannered dad bellowed out over the steamy, X-rated entertainment I had unwittingly provided.
What the hell was going on? Why had Jackson videoed us? And how the hell had it made its way into my dad’s office? His freaking shareholders meeting, no less. I’d never be able to come back from this. I felt the cracks of my life opening, breaking me with its cruelty.
Travis stumbled past me and started slamming things around in an attempt to shut off the power to the entertainment system, then he yanked out the USB and hung his head in shame. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t move. I felt rooted to the spot, but utterly horrified.
“Wait in my office,” Dad whispered, and when I didn’t respond, he raised his voice at me for the first time ever. “Ryley, go. Get out of here and wait in my fucking office.”
My dad never swore. Well, not that I’d ever remembered. It made me jump. My back instantly went rigid and my skin prickled in fear.
“I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, as I held in the tears I refused to let fall. What the hell had I done lately for karma to be such a bitch to me? Seriously? I had to have received my quota of shit luck by now.
I edged out of the room, stepping backwards as if I was scared to turn my back in case someone stabbed me in it. Who had done this? And why?
Please don’t let it be Jackson. I don’t think I could handle that level of betrayal after everything we’ve been through.
“I fucking told you.” Travis burst into Dad’s office after me, clutching the USB in front of him like it was a hand grenade, ready to explode at any minute. “You can’t trust him, Ryley. He’s been out to get this family for years. Now he’s done it again, only this time it’s you he’s fucked over, literally.”
I stormed over to where Travis stood. I wasn’t going to take this one lying down.
“Bullshit. Jackson had nothing to do with this! He wouldn’t do this to me.”
I couldn’t bring myself to think the worst about him. It couldn’t possibly be an act, not after the stories Sylvie had told me, and the bond we’d forged since our time together. I refused to believe it was all fake.
“For God’s sake, open your goddamn eyes, sis. The guy’s
a head case, a certified nut job. He wanted to ruin you and he has. He wanted to get back at Dad, and I’m pretty sure he’s achieved that too. When are you gonna wake up and smell the bullshit? He used you. He used both of us. Now he’ll go after Nate. He won’t stop until he’s destroyed everything that’s good in our lives.”
“No. You’re wrong. He’s not like that. This wasn’t him. I swear on my life, he hasn’t done this, Trav.” A switch flicked in my brain, and I suddenly felt like this was the last place I wanted to be. “You know what? Screw you. Screw all of you. You don’t know shit about us, and quite frankly, I don’t care. I know the truth. This crap…” I snatched the USB out of his hand and held it up to his face, “…Someone else took this. I don’t know who, but trust me, when I find out, they’ll be sorry.”
“It’s your boyfriend that’s gonna be sorry. Tell him when I get my hands on him, they’ll need dental records to identify his sorry ass.”
I pushed Travis with both my hands to get him out of the way, and because it was the next best thing to slapping him for what he’d said about Jackson.
“You touch him and I’ll never speak to you again.”
I marched down the corridor, heading out of Dad’s office, and making sure to avoid looking in the direction of the board room. So much for networking. I doubted anyone would want to work with me again after seeing my ass on display. But deep down, I couldn’t really give a shit about work. I had bigger issues to deal with. The first being, how the hell had a man that claimed his office was his empire, his kingdom, let a secret video of us leak out? Was he really as innocent as I proclaimed him to be? Could I handle it if I found out he wasn’t?
Throughout the drive over to the club, pure anger began to seep through my pores. I couldn’t deny I was fuming, and all of that rage was directing itself towards Jackson. How the hell had a video of us been recorded, let alone sent out to my father for every Tom, Dick, and Harry in his boardroom to see? I was beyond pissed that every man in my life seemed to want to fuck me over these days. Maybe a serious dose of alone time was needed. But then a stab of pain hit me at the thought of walking away from Jackson. I doubted I’d fair as well as I had when I walked away from Justin. Something told me he wouldn’t be that easy to forget.
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