to be sent to Ryker’s penthouse last weekend were for me, and what she would say—if anything—if she did know.
“He’s expecting you, Miss Bancroft,” Patricia said, gesturing toward the door. “Go right in.”
“Thanks, Patricia.” I rapped once then entered. “You asked to see me, Mr. Stone,” I said solely for Patricia’s benefit. I closed the door behind me, cutting off any chance of us being heard. I happened to know Ryker’s office had state-of-the-art soundproofing, as did all the directors’ offices, as well as the boardroom. A lot of confidential deals were carried out within these four walls. Leaks weren’t something anyone wanted. If the technology existed, why not use it.
Ryker curled his finger, beckoning me over to his desk. I obeyed and stood opposite until he pointed at the space beside him. I walked around his desk until I was standing directly before him. He swiveled his chair and set his gaze on mine. His warm hand caressed my calf, then inched slowly upward. My heart hammered against my ribcage like a woodpecker drilling into tree bark.
“Open your legs.”
I shuffled my feet.
“Wider.”
I obeyed, licking my lips to add much needed moisture. I swallowed past a dry throat, the anticipation escalating to painful levels.
Ryker’s strong fingers kneaded the inside of my thigh. He ran a nail around the lace top of my hold-ups. I drew in a sharp breath, my blood heating.
“Ryker,” I breathed, the suspense killing me.
He remained silent, maintaining eye contact. His hand continued its upward journey. I knew the final destination, but that didn’t help manage the riotous feelings careening around my body, setting my nerve endings on fire.
He dipped a finger inside my panties, sweeping it over my folds. I gasped, the illicit touch heightening my senses. Anyone could walk in, at any time. Patricia, Elliot, my boss, Aaron. Yet still I allowed him to continue.
“You’re so wet, Athena. Is that because you’ve been thinking of me all morning, or is it down to what I’m doing to you now?”
“Both,” I said on an exhale of air.
“Good.” He thrust two fingers inside me, the sudden penetration a shock.
I swayed, losing my balance, and only righted when Ryker clamped a hand to my ass. He grazed the spot deep inside me, the one he knew by now drove me crazy.
“Please,” I begged.
“Do you need to come, Athena?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to make that happen?”
“God, Ryker, this isn’t funny,” I expelled, gripping his wrist.
He peeled my fingers away. “Answer the question.”
“Yes, goddammit,” I gritted out. “Yes, I want you to make me come.”
“With my fingers or my tongue?”
My legs almost gave way. “Your tongue,” I rasped, my core aching, crying out for the release only Ryker could produce.
Smiling, he withdrew. I mourned the loss of contact, but not for long. Bunching my skirt up around my hips, he got down on his knees—Dear fucking god, that’s hot—eased my panties to one side, and buried his nose in my soft curls.
“I adore the way you smell,” he said.
He used the tip of his tongue to circle my clit once, then pushed his tongue inside me, stealing my breath. My head lolled back, and my mouth parted. Pressure built deep within my belly. Damn, I wanted this to last longer, but it wasn’t going to happen. I peaked far too soon. My knees buckled. I clutched his shoulders for support. The climax was so strong I almost passed out. The room spun, white dots affecting my vision.
Ryker continued his merciless onslaught, drawing every drop of pleasure from me. When I finally returned to Earth, I found him grinning like the proverbial cat.
“I could watch you come all day long, but sadly I’ve got work to do.” He rose to his feet and reaffixed my skirt. “That memory will get me through a boring morning of meetings, though.”
“That’s the reason you brought me here? To eat me out?”
“Are you complaining?”
“No.”
He winked. “Didn’t think so. And as you asked, no, it isn’t the only reason. Meet me downstairs in the lobby at one o’clock. Don’t be late. And lock up your desk. You won’t be coming back until Monday.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I have work to do, Ryker. It might be Friday, but that doesn’t mean I can clock off early.”
“You can work on the way. I’ve already told Aaron you’re supporting me on a special project. Text your parents and tell them you’re visiting a friend this weekend.”
“Ryker…” I sighed. “People are going to get suspicious. What if Aaron mentions to Elliot that I’ve