can release the moan that’s slingshotted up my throat, Ryder clamps his hand over my mouth.
He bites down on my earlobe. “Liar.”
And I still can’t stay silent. I scream against his hand as he pounds me into that mirror. His pumps are so forceful, it’s all I can do to move my hips in tandem with his. It’s not long before I just give up and let him do all the work.
My attention catches on the participants sitting around the table in the next room. A middle-aged woman is talking with her hands while the rest listen to her. Sonja writes down some notes on her packet, nodding at the woman.
While I’m getting fucked raw by my boss behind the mirror.
Ryder keeps his hand on my neck, holding me steady. The wet slapping of our skin predominates the silence of the room. It’s just too good. I didn’t know it could be this good, as cliché as that sounds. His grunts mingle with my whimpers, and I know neither of us can hold on much longer.
Then he…slows down.
Frustrated, I’m about to yell that I need it fast and I need it hard when I peek around at him. He’s watching himself slide in and out of me, appearing in awe of the sight. Like he’s in a trance.
“Feel that, Gretchen. Feel me and know who’s inside you. Fucking remember it.”
A shiver travels down my spine at the leashed fury in his voice. Where is that anger coming from? His tone is definitely saying a lot more than his words. But the snug fit of him massaging my inner channel suddenly takes hold of all my faculties, including the ability to think.
“Goddamn, that’s sweet,” he groans. “Too sweet.” His hips pick up speed once again. “Shit, I’m not gonna last. You’re too fucking tight. And I’ve needed this for too fucking long.”
His fingers dig into my waist so hard they’ll probably leave bruises. I’m sure I’ll regret seeing that evidence tomorrow. But right now, I need him to grip me harder.
Instead of tightening his hold, though, he lets go. Again.
But only in order to spin me around and lift me up by my ass. My legs coil around his waist as he plunges back inside. The abrupt penetration pulls another scream from me, but this time, he muffles my sounds with his mouth.
I need him closer.
I need him deeper.
In an almost tender gesture, he cups the back of my head as his tongue duels with mine. My circuit is overloaded. My hyper-sensitive nipples are rubbing against his starched dress shirt, his mouth tastes of espresso and chocolate, and he’s filling me so full. He absolutely has to buy the extra-large rubbers. No question. If I wasn’t so wet, he would be having a hard time squeezing in there.
And then it really dawns on me.
How long I’ve wanted this man. How attracted I’ve secretly been to him ever since that first day in his office. How fantasies about him have crept into my mind during those lonely nights with my vibrator. Was it all fueled by the remnants of what I thought was the best sex of my life?
Because…I’m pretty sure this right here is the best.
Whatever it all means, it isn’t Myles inside me right now, kissing me. This is Ryder, my infuriating, too-clever-for-his-own-good, movie star gorgeous boss. As far as I’m concerned, anything that happened in the past between me and his brother has been wiped clean. Ryder’s managing to obliterate any drunken memory still lingering from that night.
Now has nothing to do with then.
All it takes is the slight adjustment of his angle inside me to pull the pin out of the hand grenade and set off my explosion.
“Holy shit, duchess. Yeah, come for me, baby.”
My limbs act on their own as they tighten around him—legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders, hands in his hair. A kaleidoscope of lights flickers behind my eyelids that I don’t want to look away from but need to before I lose my sight altogether.
Seconds later, Ryder plummets after me into the abyss. I return the favor and swallow his shouts of pleasure with my mouth. I love the feel of his face stubble as it scratches my chin. The fact that he has a five o’clock shadow by noon every day is another thing I secretly love about him.
Ryder is all man.
He slams deep one final time, emptying the last of his release. The thrust is so hard that my ass