A Private Affair - A.C. Arthur Page 0,39
she grew breathless. “All. For. You.”
Riley’s head jerked as he punctuated those last words with deep and powerful thrusts that almost pushed her right over the bar. If he hadn’t been holding on to her so tightly she was sure she would have toppled over, but he was holding her. His arms were wrapped tightly around her as he pushed his dick into her and held completely still for endless seconds. The pounding of his dick as his release pulsed into the condom had her legs trembling.
Her back was arched and Chaz lowered his forehead to her chest. “Just you, Riley.”
The words were spoken slowly as he pulled slightly out and pushed back inside her. “Just you.”
* * *
She showered alone and Chaz used her guest bathroom.
After a few minutes, he stood at the sink and splashed water over his face once and then again in an attempt to clear his mind. When that didn’t work, Chaz grabbed one of the soft yellow towels from a rack and pressed it to his face. It smelled just like Riley—fresh, clean and impossibly feminine. He sighed as he pulled it away and looked into the mirror.
“What the hell are you doing?”
His deep brown eyes looked the same. The strong jaw and light dusting of a beard, the scar just above his eyebrow he’d had since he was six and the precisely lined shape-up he’d received earlier today at the barber—all of it looked the same. The man he’d always seen was staring back at him. And yet Chaz knew that was a total lie.
As he stood in Riley Gold’s guest bathroom all he could think about was going into her bedroom, getting into her bed and cuddling with her until they both fell asleep. He wanted to sleep with her again. Not sex. Sleep. Him. And Riley Gold.
That wasn’t something he would have even considered before.
It was insane.
And it was the truth.
He cursed.
This wasn’t the type of affair he’d envisioned when he proposed this idea. He hadn’t anticipated that feelings would go along with the mindless sex. And he knew that hadn’t been Riley’s plan, either. Yet, here they were sharing things about themselves they’d never intended to share with anyone. It was wild.
Talking to Riley the way he had, comforting her, feeling the overwhelming need to find Walt Stone and beat him senseless, none of that was part of an affair. At least, not in his world. Chaz was about his job, his company and living a drama-free life. It was what he’d worked so hard to achieve since he became an adult and it wasn’t negotiable. He had to get back on track.
At least, that was what his mind was saying. Other parts of him—the foreign part that never usually had a say where women were concerned—was leaning in a different direction. And for the first time in his life, Chaz didn’t know what to do.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TWO DAYS LATER, Riley was still thinking about Chaz. To be honest, she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since returning from Milan. No matter how much she’d tried to deny it, the man was on her mind every day. And even more on the mornings after they’d been together. Luckily for Riley the last two days had been filled with meetings, reports and other Fashion Week festivities that had kept her and Chaz pretty busy. So busy that they’d resorted to communicating mostly via text messaging. That was why Riley’s phone was now on her desk only inches away from her keyboard as she reviewed the yearlong sales projections for the Golden Bride Collection.
Riley noted the time on the bottom of her computer screen and pulled her glasses off to rub her eyes. She’d been reading and taking notes for the last three hours. It was almost four in the afternoon and she toyed with the idea of getting out of the office at a decent hour today. But there was still so much work to get done before that was an option. She eased her glasses back into place just as a brisk knock sounded at her door.
“Come in!” she yelled and reached for the half-empty bottle of water on her desk.
“These are for you.”
Riley stopped drinking abruptly, spilling a few drops of water onto the bold orange, white and blue striped sweater she wore. Her high-waist pants were beige with an orange-and-blue plaid print. Thankfully she was sitting close enough to the desk that water didn’t trickle down to her lap.
“For me?