"I want you as naked as I am," I say, and even to my own ears, I'm breathless.
I've never longed to be taken from behind, but right now, I'm so frustrated and needy, I'm prepared to beg for him to do just that, in his office, now, if that's what it will take for me to get some relief.
Ryker doesn't waste one second, stripping off his tie, unbuttoning and discarding his shirt, letting his pants drop to the floor, and positioning himself between my legs.
For some reason, I expect this to be hard and fast, but Ryker has other plans. While I'm waiting for the onslaught, Ryker leans over and tenderly kisses my spine before slowly sliding my hair over my shoulder and placing kisses all over my entire back.
When he's finished doing that, he takes both of my ass cheeks in the palm of his hands and rolls them, familiarizing himself with them and me. Then he slides one of his hands around to the front and down between my legs, finding me and sliding a finger inside.
I'm so hot and ready that his entering me—even if it is just his finger—quite nearly makes me convulse then and there.
As soon as Ryker sees how close I am to coming, he positions himself at the entrance where his finger had just been. When he's certain I won't orgasm the instant he enters me, he shoves forward.
He's anything but fast or quick. He goes into me so slowly and gently, pulling back with the same tenderness. Over and over and over. He masterfully manipulates me and my body, building the marrow-deep, heated tension with each stroke... until finally I'm positive my pleasure as orchestrated by Ryker will be so strong and powerful the entire floor will hear it—me—right before I lose consciousness.
I'm almost there when Ryker leans into my ear and whispers, "Come for me, Bay! I want to hear you."
As soon as the words leave his mouth, I'm convulsing off the desk and back into him, grabbing onto the edge of the bureau with enough force that I suspect I'll have splinters in my fingertips. The moan that comes is long, loud, and animalistic.
The moment I'm descending into the strongest, warmest, and most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had, I hear Ryker groan behind me. He's not nearly as loud as me, but I know he's coming. This position allows him to grind so deep inside me that I can feel the heat of his release, and instantly, my own is reignited.
I've never had this happen before, but with it, I completely understand why people claim that back-to-back orgasms are the most amazing sensations in the world. It absolutely is. There is nothing to compare it to, and unless you've ever experienced it, you'll not understand.
Neither of us says anything for the longest time. Ryker just plants kiss after kiss on my back while tracing my every curve and bone with his fingertip.
"Holy shit! That was the best sex I've ever had," I moan breathlessly.
Ryker laughs quietly. "I can say the same, Bay. I'm not sure if it was the buildup from all day long, watching you come undone like you did, or being so deep inside you," Ryker moans like he's ready to try again. "I don't really care why, but I can tell you that I've never cum so hard in my life. In fact, if we don't stop talking about it, I'm about to have to take you again, and I'd prefer next time be at the hotel where I can be gentle with you and take you the way you deserve to be taken... not thrown over a desk like this."
"I'm not sure you heard me. I said this was the best sex I've ever had. Stop making it sound wrong or dirty. That will taint my memory," I whine petulantly.
Ryker concedes. "Anything for you, my dear. I'm going to watch you get dressed. Then you and I are heading—together—back to the hotel."
"What about your car?"
"Together," he says forcefully.
I nod before peeling myself off his desk and walking over to my clothes. I squat and purposefully spread my legs open for him, glancing up to see him watching. Based on his very heated stare, I'm convinced he's about to throw me back over that desk.
Teasing him, I very slowly and seductively put on my bra, T-shirt, and skirt. I'm holding the underwear and looking around, trying to decide what to do with them, when Ryker takes them from me, takes a panty-dropping whiff, and slides them into his top drawer.
"I'll be needing these as motivation during our sexting," he whispers.
Holy hell! This man is going to be the death of me.
CHAPTER 17
THE HEART GROWS FONDER
Baylee
Ryker's driving down the road, sliding his finger in and out of me. He's weaving in and out of traffic while keeping a very careful eye on the way I squirm beneath his touch.
Unable to keep his hands off me after the love-making session on top of his desk, Ryker all but attacked me the second we got into his car. He started by putting his hand on my knee and slowly sliding it up my leg until he couldn't go any farther because of my tight skirt.
"Pull your skirt up," he ordered before taking my hand and putting my palm over the biggest bulge I've ever felt.
As soon as I saw how hard he was, I gripped him as much as I could and began an over-the-pants massage. Just as I was about to unzip his pants and free him, he said, "I'm not kidding. Pull your skirt up so I can touch you. The traffic is for shit. It'll take forever for us to make it to the hotel. I can't wait that long."
I feel and hear his urgency, lift my rear off the seat, and shimmy the skirt up until the hem is above my hips. When he glances over and down, he sees how completely bare I am.
"Holy shit! I want you again so bad," he whispers, sliding his hand up my thigh until he's as high as he can go.
Then he begins blindly exploring every inch of me down there, keeping his eyes on the road and only periodically glancing my way. He's a very gentle lover. As proof, he slowly and tenderly glides his hand, his fingers, and his palm everywhere he can reach.
It only takes a minute for me to spread my legs and offer myself to him... again. When I do, he takes full advantage of my invitation by finger fucking me.
"Do you like coming with people around, Bay?" Ryker asks, watching me from the corner of his eye.
I can tell by the hoarseness of his words that he's as turned on as I am. I close my eyes and ignore the way I'm panting. Right now, I don't give a shit who knows what we are doing.
"I like coming with you," I answer truthfully.
The orgasm he's been coaxing out of me, in the middle of downtown traffic, is too close to be stopped and too powerful to be contained.
"Go ahead, Bay. I want to watch you come with people around... people who have no idea what you're doing or why you're doing it. I've seen lots of women come, but none have excited me like you do," Ryker says, twisting his hand so his finger hooks around and touches me in a spot so perfect that a flood of heat spasms through me without warning.
I reward Ryker for his very masterful service with another long-winded and eardrum-shattering moan of ecstasy. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I feel one of my fists beating on the passenger-side window while my fingertips from my other hand sink into his forearm, demanding that he not stop what he's doing. Not now.
Ryker loves every minute of our rush-hour traffic sex, and he, like the master puppeteer he is, knows the longer he massages that exact spot, the longer he can extend my pleasure. Once it's spent and I'm left listless in the passenger seat, Ryker pulls his finger from me.
I turn my head his way and slit my eyes just in time to see him suck his finger... the one that was just inside me.
Then he flashes me one of his panty-dropping grins. "When we make it to the hotel, I'm going to taste you for real."
I'm not sure how I could be turned on by what he's just said. I've had two of the best orgasms of my life within the last hour, but with him sucking his finger and flashing me that grin, I feel like I might spontaneously explode right here and right now.
After I've had time to recover, I giggle. "We could have been doing this all weekend long. I'm kind of beating myself up for putting this off so long."
Ryker laughs. "It was not for lack of me trying. I've wanted you since I saw yo
u sitting at the restaurant by yourself."
I cock my head to the side. "You noticed me before I made my scene with Colt."
Ryker shakes his head like I'm clueless. "Bay, every man in in every room you walk into notices you. You are literally the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"I think you may be mistaken, but I'm in no mood to argue with you right now. I feel better than I have in ages, and we have the rest of the night to spend together," I sing.
As always, Ryker's amused by me and is about to say something when his phone rings. His cell's Bluetooth is synced with his car so I'm able to read the dash and see that it's none other than the infamous Eden calling.
I roll my eyes, and Ryker puts his fingers to his lips signaling for me to stay silent. I nod and screw my face up like a sullen child.
"Hello," Ryker says after pushing a button on the steering wheel.
"Ryker, sweetie! Have I caught you at a bad time?" Eden asks.
This is a woman I've known for a long time. She's a real pro when it comes to making the person she's talking to think they're the most important person in the world (if the person is important). I also know that she could care less if she's caught him at a bad time.
"No. What can I do for you, Eden?" Ryker asks, and there is no missing the edge to his voice.
"I was calling because I just spoke to Alex. He's real worried about his demotion. Did you really have to do that? I was the one who asked you to fire Colt's bitch," Eden complains
"Yes, I did, and you should know that if I could fire you and Wyatt right now, I would," Ryker says without skipping a beat.
The always articulate Eden is speechless with Ryker's uncompromised honesty.
"Why do you say that, Ryker? I've known you since we were teens. I've never known you to be this hateful or vengeful."
"Things change. People change, Eden. Isn't that what's happened with you?"
"I'm not going to have that debate with you again. You and I agreed that we could work together despite everything that's happened. Have you changed your mind? Should I tell Daddy that the two people he trusts the most in the world are at each other's throats," Eden says.
Instantly, I see how she keeps Ryker wrapped around her little finger. She uses her father and Ryker's love for that man to manipulate him. Falling into line like the good soldier, Ryker shakes his head as soon as she mentions James and insinuates that he will be disappointed.
"No, Eden. You don't need to tell him that, but Alex is still a project manager. He'll never be anything more than that within my organization. If you want him promoted, you will have to manipulate someone else... I mean, pull strings some other place."
"I didn't know you were so childish, Ryker."
"See, that's the thing. I'm not sure you ever really knew me at all, Eden."
There is a moment of silence. I can tell Ryker's words have hurt Eden.
As much as a coldhearted bitch can be hurt.
"I thought we were good together... I thought we would get married, have kids, and live together until we were old and grey. I knew you. I know you better than you know yourself, Ryker Russell."
Ryker rolls his eyes. "Is there anything else you need from me, Eden?"
"Well... I see that you did exactly the opposite of what I asked you to do. Instead of firing Baylee, you promoted her to one of your VP positions. Was that just to get back at me?"
Ryker glances over to me as quickly as my eyes shoot his way. I can't help but wonder how much of all of this—my new position, the sex—is geared toward getting even with his old flame.
For my benefit, Ryker shakes his head emphatically. "I'm a businessman, Eden, not a woman who is still reliving her mean girl high school years. I hire and promote people who will do the job I need them to do. Baylee is one of the brightest people I've ever met. She's now going to be rewarded for the hard work Alex ignored. Probably at your orders."
"Give it a rest. I have better things to do than manage that whore's pitiful career. She is inconsequential to me. I just can't have her anywhere near Wyatt's business or his clients now that she's fucked around and broken Colt's heart. Christ, Ryker, if you saw how devastated he is," Eden says and her voices trembles, "you would understand why Wyatt and I are willing to do anything to keep her out of his life. I've never seen him like this. I'm real worried about what he's going to do."
Normally, her boldfaced lies would have made my mouth drop open and would have had me sitting up and preparing to defend myself. I don't. I can't. I heard how concerned Eden is for Colt, and everything about her anxiety brings back memories of my mother lying dead in the bathtub and stops me cold. I want to ask her questions. I want to see if there's anything I can do to help him.
When I open my mouth to speak, Ryker shakes his head, warning me to stay silent. Just as Ryker's about to give Eden a piece of his mind, her tone completely changes and she says, "Ryker, I just got a message from Daddy. He needs the two of us to meet him at the airport right now. We're going to Austin to meet with the governor about his ignorance as it relates to healthcare exchange. He wants to leave by eight. I'll see you then."
Before Ryker can say a word, Eden hangs up. Unable to say anything or do anything, I sink back into the seat and stare out the window, thinking about Colt, the man I've lived with for the last four years, the man I'll do anything to help. I close my eyes and think about how bad it would hurt me if he killed himself.
I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to live through that again.
Feeling the wedge that's been driven between us, Ryker reaches over and intertwines his fingers with mine.
"Don't listen to her, Bay. He's fine. People like Colt, Wyatt, and Eden are as resilient as cockroaches genetically predisposed to survive a nuclear explosion," Ryker says.
Needing to get my mind off Colt, I take a long subject-changing breath and ask, "How long were the two of you together?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Ryker says, "On and off since I started working for James."
I nod, realizing their relationship spans somewhere between six to eight years, which means she probably knows Ryker pretty well.
"She's not right about why I promoted you. I did that because I believe in you," Ryker says, kissing my fingertips.
"I hope so," I mumble.
A few minutes later, we pull into the valet parking at the Hyatt. Dante rushes outside and opens the door for me before I have time to open it myself.
Ryker gets out and hands him the keys. "Bring it back around in about thirty minutes. I've got to pack and get to the airport by eight."
"Yes, sir," Dante says before hopping into Ryker's mirror-finished Acura NSX and driving away.
Since NSXs aren't officially in production, I'm not sure how Ryker got his hands on one, but I don't ask. I just follow in his wake after he grabs my hand, squeezes it tight, and pulls me behind him through the hotel's lobby.
"C-can you drop me by Sabrina's apartment on your way to the airport?" I ask Ryker after we get into the empty elevator and the door closes.
Ryker leans against the wall and sends a furrowed brow gaze my way. He's waiting for me to explain to him what I'm thinking.
I bob my shoulders and stare down at my feet. "You're going out of town. I don't want to stay in your hotel room by myself."
Ryker leans into my ear and says, "You will stay here tonight... and every other night if I can help it. I'm going to sext you later." He inches his way down and kisses my neck. "I have some things I want you to do." He pulls me into him, cupping my ass firmly within his palms. "You'll find everything you need in the top drawer of my dresser."
For the first time since Eden mentioned Colt's condition, I'm fully focused on something else. Ryker's suggestion excites me and makes me want to ask him what he's going to have me do. It doesn't really matter, though, because I'll do anything he asks of me.
In less than two hours, Ryker's turned me into a hot sex junkie.
I tilt my face up and see that he's got that
lopsided grin that drives me crazy. The wink that follows melts me from the inside all the way to the outside.
"I'll stay tonight," I concede, and his grin gets bigger. Then I square my shoulders and say, "But I'm meeting a realtor tomorrow who is going to show me an apartment. She believes the owners will let me rent it from them while the mortgage paperwork is being processed. Once I get the papers signed and utilities set up, I'm moving into my own apartment, and you'll have to come over, woo me, and take me out on real dates."
Ryker hikes his eyebrows and studies me.
He smiles. "I'd love to pick you up and take you on a real date, Bay, but I love having you in my bed. I'm not sure I'm going to be willing to give that up."
I tuck my chin into my shoulder. "I like that, too. Still, it's a little exciting to think about buying my own place. I've never lived on my own." I stop and think about the pictures of the apartment, the Internet pictures. "It's a three-story industrial on Commerce. I think it's perfect. If at all possible, I'm going to try to be in it by the weekend since Dad's coming in from Africa Friday."
Ryker nods knowingly. It's as if he understands just how much this means to me. As soon as we make it to the door of his room, he says, "Let me know how the showing goes."
"I will."
Ryker slides the key card into the door, pushes it open, and stands to the side so I can enter. His all-business demeanor reminds me that he's here to pack. Nothing more. Nothing less. His mood is further proof that the plans we made, the ones where we spend the night in each other's arms making up for lost time have fallen to the wayside.
"I've got to pack. You're welcome to keep me company if you'd like," Ryker says, heading toward his room and watching me like he's as sick about leaving me as I am about him having him go.
I follow him into his room, sit in the reading chair, and watch him... study him like I'm an art student preparing to paint every last sinuous muscle of the chocolate-haired, brown-eyed, deep-dimpled god. He's graceful and efficient with his every movement, and I want him to touch me... in here... there.
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