bitch, slap her across the face and pull her hair until she cried. My anger was simmering, close to the boiling point.
“If he wants you so bad, why did he ask me to come here tonight?” I asked innocently. “Why did he just feel me up in the taxi on the way here? Why’d you have to sneak into the room?”
Lauren’s expression morphed into hatred. How long had she been trying to get with Ryke, anyway?
“Kate?” Ryke demanded impatiently. “Is she dressed?”
“Yes.”
He turned and stormed across the room, rounding on Lauren.
“What the hell are you thinking? How many times have I told you no? This is the kind of shit that starts rumors! Get the fuck out of here! I swear if you try this again I’ll have you arrested for stalking.”
“Good luck. You know who my father is.” She folded her arms across her chest and smirked.
“I could give a shit who your father is. Jean doesn’t expect me to put up with sexual harassment. I’ve had it with this bullshit, Lauren, I’m serious.”
I picked up her designer bag and carried it to the door. She shook her head with disgust and walked to the door, where I shoved the bag into her chest.
“You may give my husband a hard-on, but I’m about to give him a hell of a lot more than that. Go share your diseases with one of the rookies.”
“You’re a frigid bitch,” she muttered, stepping out the door.
“And you’re a desperate whore. Goodnight.”
I closed the door and turned to Ryke.
“I swear to God I haven’t encouraged that,” he said.
I closed the distance between us and reached up to caress his dark-stubbled cheeks. “I don’t doubt you. I’m sorry I’ve been shutting you out sexually.”
“It’s fine. I don’t want you to force yourself.”
I smiled. “That’s impossible with you. And after the cab ride here … I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t finish what you started.”
I slid out of my coat, letting it fall to the floor, and he shoved his wool overcoat and suit jacket to the ground. He picked me up in a quick motion, one hand cradling my ass as he carried me a few feet and pushed me into a wall. I worked on the buttons of his dress shirt and he pulled the sweater dress over my head, taking my unfastened bra with it.
He licked and kissed the magic spot beneath my ear, and I arched myself into him. My unbuttoning of his dress shirt must have been too slow, because he pulled at the two sides of it and the last few buttons broke loose. I pushed it aside and reached for the pants, getting them undone just as Ryke slammed a fist into the wall, jolting me.
“Fucking shit,” he muttered. “I don’t have condoms. The ones at home are the only—”
“I’m on the pill,” I said. “It’s okay. I need to stop being crazy about it. I’m getting it taken care of anyway.”
“You’re sure?” He looked torn, and I threaded my fingers into his hair and tugged.
“Positive. Fuck me, please . I’m aching to have you inside me.”
His eyes lit and the corners of his mouth turned up.
“What are you aching for?” he asked, tracing a fingertip over my lips.
“For you to fuck me,” I cried, arching into him impatiently.
“With what?”
He knew dirty talk made me blush, and he liked it. “With your hard cock.”
“That’s right, baby.” He reached between my legs and gripped my leggings, ripping them down the middle. He shredded my satin panties next. The feel of his powerful hands destroying my clothes to get inside me was intoxicating.
His eyes didn’t leave mine as he entered me in one long, hard thrust.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes closing for a second. “You’re fucking wet.”
“It’s so good,” I said, digging my nails into his back. “So good. Don’t stop.”
He pressed my thighs toward the wall, spreading me wide open, and gave me the deep, hard strokes I craved. I moaned every time he pounded into me, because it felt so good I had to.
His eyes closed and his face grew strained as he
“If he wants you so bad, why did he ask me to come here tonight?” I asked innocently. “Why did he just feel me up in the taxi on the way here? Why’d you have to sneak into the room?”
Lauren’s expression morphed into hatred. How long had she been trying to get with Ryke, anyway?
“Kate?” Ryke demanded impatiently. “Is she dressed?”
“Yes.”
He turned and stormed across the room, rounding on Lauren.
“What the hell are you thinking? How many times have I told you no? This is the kind of shit that starts rumors! Get the fuck out of here! I swear if you try this again I’ll have you arrested for stalking.”
“Good luck. You know who my father is.” She folded her arms across her chest and smirked.
“I could give a shit who your father is. Jean doesn’t expect me to put up with sexual harassment. I’ve had it with this bullshit, Lauren, I’m serious.”
I picked up her designer bag and carried it to the door. She shook her head with disgust and walked to the door, where I shoved the bag into her chest.
“You may give my husband a hard-on, but I’m about to give him a hell of a lot more than that. Go share your diseases with one of the rookies.”
“You’re a frigid bitch,” she muttered, stepping out the door.
“And you’re a desperate whore. Goodnight.”
I closed the door and turned to Ryke.
“I swear to God I haven’t encouraged that,” he said.
I closed the distance between us and reached up to caress his dark-stubbled cheeks. “I don’t doubt you. I’m sorry I’ve been shutting you out sexually.”
“It’s fine. I don’t want you to force yourself.”
I smiled. “That’s impossible with you. And after the cab ride here … I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t finish what you started.”
I slid out of my coat, letting it fall to the floor, and he shoved his wool overcoat and suit jacket to the ground. He picked me up in a quick motion, one hand cradling my ass as he carried me a few feet and pushed me into a wall. I worked on the buttons of his dress shirt and he pulled the sweater dress over my head, taking my unfastened bra with it.
He licked and kissed the magic spot beneath my ear, and I arched myself into him. My unbuttoning of his dress shirt must have been too slow, because he pulled at the two sides of it and the last few buttons broke loose. I pushed it aside and reached for the pants, getting them undone just as Ryke slammed a fist into the wall, jolting me.
“Fucking shit,” he muttered. “I don’t have condoms. The ones at home are the only—”
“I’m on the pill,” I said. “It’s okay. I need to stop being crazy about it. I’m getting it taken care of anyway.”
“You’re sure?” He looked torn, and I threaded my fingers into his hair and tugged.
“Positive. Fuck me, please . I’m aching to have you inside me.”
His eyes lit and the corners of his mouth turned up.
“What are you aching for?” he asked, tracing a fingertip over my lips.
“For you to fuck me,” I cried, arching into him impatiently.
“With what?”
He knew dirty talk made me blush, and he liked it. “With your hard cock.”
“That’s right, baby.” He reached between my legs and gripped my leggings, ripping them down the middle. He shredded my satin panties next. The feel of his powerful hands destroying my clothes to get inside me was intoxicating.
His eyes didn’t leave mine as he entered me in one long, hard thrust.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes closing for a second. “You’re fucking wet.”
“It’s so good,” I said, digging my nails into his back. “So good. Don’t stop.”
He pressed my thighs toward the wall, spreading me wide open, and gave me the deep, hard strokes I craved. I moaned every time he pounded into me, because it felt so good I had to.
His eyes closed and his face grew strained as he
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