okay?’
“A little headache.”
He put a hand on her arm. “Let’s go then.”
The limousine was waiting for them as they left the building. As if the driver knew she’d need to go home. Dirk tipped the butler then slid in beside Riley. “You want to curl up on the seat?”
She wanted to curl up in her own bed.
***
Dirk was concerned about Riley’s headache. “Maybe I should call the doctor. This could be related to your concussion.”
She’d taken him up on his offer to curl up on the seat. Her head rested in his lap. He stroked her hair.
“It’s just a headache, Dirk. I’m not sick or dying. You could have stayed.”
He frowned down at her. “Not without you. Those things are so fake and stuffy. You were the only real thing there.”
In his mind, she was. He didn’t think she believed him. She just closed her eyes.
“Did something happen?”
“No.”
Her answer was too quick. Something had happened, but she didn’t want to talk about it. He’d let it go.
“You want another bath when we get home?”
“No.”
He wasn’t convinced. “I’ll let you take it all by yourself this time. You can take as long as you like. I’ll even pour you some wine.”
She smiled at that. “We’ll see.”
He just wanted to make it okay. Make it better. Whatever had happened, he wanted to fix it. He was a doer. Sitting by and letting her stew over this was not his style.
Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder. “I’m sorry for whatever happened.”
“Nothing happened.”
He knew something had. These women could be sharks. They might have realized that Riley wasn’t from their crowd. He liked to be rich, but sometimes he didn’t like rich people.
He’d never been raised to be a snob when it came to people. He’d eat the good food and drink the good wine, but people were people.
When they arrived home, he led her upstairs.
“I really just want to go to bed,” she said.
He took off his tie. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
She frowned. “You don’t have to. I’m sure you can catch a ride back to the party.”
He unzipped her dress for her. “I don’t want to go back there. I want to stay with you.”
“Then make love to me, Dirk.”
She wasn’t smiling, but he couldn’t help himself. “Of course.”
He took off her dress. She took off the rest of her clothing.
“Keep the shoes,” he said.
Riley was standing in his bedroom with nothing on but high heels. His dick could not have been harder.
“I want hot, monkey sex, Dirk.”
“Yeah?”
He didn’t lose eye contact with her as he snagged a condom from his night stand. “Okay.”
He removed his clothes as she watched.
“I want you to fuck me, Dirk.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He stepped toward her and ran a finger through her folds. She was wet. He handed her a condom. “Put it on me.”
She did, rolling it carefully, her fingers doing magic to him. He groaned. When she was done, he scooped her up. She wrapped her legs around him.
He strode to the closest wall and leaned her up against it. “What do you want me to do, Riley?”
“Fuck me, Dirk.”
Without preamble, he thrust into her. She threw back her head, and he bit her neck, not leaving a scar. He thrust and thrust, and her body went rigid. He put his arms under her legs one at a time.
She was wide open for him, her back against the wall. She couldn’t resist him if she wanted to.
Her nails in his back told him she had no interest in leaving. She let out a roar as her body arched into him. Her canal milked him, but he wasn’t letting her go that easily. He thrust faster and harder with all of his might.
She wanted hot, monkey sex, and she was getting it. He fucked her with all his strength.
She wasn’t resisting. She only cried out when the next orgasm hit. He didn’t want to come. It wouldn’t be good. It wouldn’t be satisfying, but he let himself go over the edge with her this time.
Something had changed. Something had
“A little headache.”
He put a hand on her arm. “Let’s go then.”
The limousine was waiting for them as they left the building. As if the driver knew she’d need to go home. Dirk tipped the butler then slid in beside Riley. “You want to curl up on the seat?”
She wanted to curl up in her own bed.
***
Dirk was concerned about Riley’s headache. “Maybe I should call the doctor. This could be related to your concussion.”
She’d taken him up on his offer to curl up on the seat. Her head rested in his lap. He stroked her hair.
“It’s just a headache, Dirk. I’m not sick or dying. You could have stayed.”
He frowned down at her. “Not without you. Those things are so fake and stuffy. You were the only real thing there.”
In his mind, she was. He didn’t think she believed him. She just closed her eyes.
“Did something happen?”
“No.”
Her answer was too quick. Something had happened, but she didn’t want to talk about it. He’d let it go.
“You want another bath when we get home?”
“No.”
He wasn’t convinced. “I’ll let you take it all by yourself this time. You can take as long as you like. I’ll even pour you some wine.”
She smiled at that. “We’ll see.”
He just wanted to make it okay. Make it better. Whatever had happened, he wanted to fix it. He was a doer. Sitting by and letting her stew over this was not his style.
Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder. “I’m sorry for whatever happened.”
“Nothing happened.”
He knew something had. These women could be sharks. They might have realized that Riley wasn’t from their crowd. He liked to be rich, but sometimes he didn’t like rich people.
He’d never been raised to be a snob when it came to people. He’d eat the good food and drink the good wine, but people were people.
When they arrived home, he led her upstairs.
“I really just want to go to bed,” she said.
He took off his tie. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
She frowned. “You don’t have to. I’m sure you can catch a ride back to the party.”
He unzipped her dress for her. “I don’t want to go back there. I want to stay with you.”
“Then make love to me, Dirk.”
She wasn’t smiling, but he couldn’t help himself. “Of course.”
He took off her dress. She took off the rest of her clothing.
“Keep the shoes,” he said.
Riley was standing in his bedroom with nothing on but high heels. His dick could not have been harder.
“I want hot, monkey sex, Dirk.”
“Yeah?”
He didn’t lose eye contact with her as he snagged a condom from his night stand. “Okay.”
He removed his clothes as she watched.
“I want you to fuck me, Dirk.”
“Your wish is my command.”
He stepped toward her and ran a finger through her folds. She was wet. He handed her a condom. “Put it on me.”
She did, rolling it carefully, her fingers doing magic to him. He groaned. When she was done, he scooped her up. She wrapped her legs around him.
He strode to the closest wall and leaned her up against it. “What do you want me to do, Riley?”
“Fuck me, Dirk.”
Without preamble, he thrust into her. She threw back her head, and he bit her neck, not leaving a scar. He thrust and thrust, and her body went rigid. He put his arms under her legs one at a time.
She was wide open for him, her back against the wall. She couldn’t resist him if she wanted to.
Her nails in his back told him she had no interest in leaving. She let out a roar as her body arched into him. Her canal milked him, but he wasn’t letting her go that easily. He thrust faster and harder with all of his might.
She wanted hot, monkey sex, and she was getting it. He fucked her with all his strength.
She wasn’t resisting. She only cried out when the next orgasm hit. He didn’t want to come. It wouldn’t be good. It wouldn’t be satisfying, but he let himself go over the edge with her this time.
Something had changed. Something had
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