The Rider's Dangerous Embrace (An Interracial Bad Boy Romance Story) by Nicole Jordan Page B

Everything all at once.
    He didn’t stop to let her just experience it, he continued on, moving hard against her, intensifying her pleasure until her consciousness floated away. Somewhere in her vague awareness of afterglow he came while inside her, his body tensing with a final thrust. She was drifting somewhere between euphoria and reality. He pulled out of her quickly and discarded his condom before turning back to her and pulling her close.
    “Why can’t I say no to you?” He mused as he leaned down and breathed her in.
    “Do you want to?” She found herself back in the real world, his arms anchoring her down.
    “Not in my wildest dreams.”
    Jayda shook herself out of bed, but it wasn’t her own. She remembered as she looked up at the ceiling tiles, she was in Luke’s home. She must have dozed off after the little nap. She turned over and reached for him but his side of the bed was empty, the warmth drained out of it. She wanted to touch his skin, feel him holding her tight. Reluctantly she rose from the bed and pulled on her panties and tank top. Padding into the living room, she smiled lazily when she saw him over the stove. Savory smells wafted up into the air, meeting her nose and causing her mouth to water. She walked up behind him, enjoying the sight of a man fixing her dinner in nothing but a loose fitting pair of boxers.
    “Enjoy your nap?” He asked, not even turning to look at her as he plated the entrees. “Sit down, Jayda. We have a lot to talk about.”
    “About what?”
    “Fixing your company and catching the bastard who is cheating you.”

Jayda took a deep breath and relaxed. It was just a dinner among colleagues. She looked in the mirror of the ladies restroom and fluffed her hair, then checked her makeup. She feathered out the light gray shadow that made her eyes pop into a stunning but icy blue. Not too much, but just enough to give an air of sophistication. Perfect.
    I wonder what Daddy would think.
    She pushed the thought away and prepared herself for the task at hand. A few men from her father’s training centers had agreed to meet with her over dinner in order to discuss the needs of their respective facilities. One of the strategies Jayda had come up with as a way to take back the reins of the company. She needed to know exactly who she was working with so that she could understand who would want to steal from her.
    From her father.
    Anyone who had a problem with her father was going to go on the suspect list, but she wouldn’t know that unless she knew these people.
    Thomas had endorsed it, but his youngest daughter had a piano recital, so he wouldn’t be attending. Neither would Luke, who helped her flesh out the details from where to eat—an authentic steakhouse with moderate pricing—to how to direct the conversation. But as for the rest of it, she was on her own. She nodded at herself, a habit she got from watching her father look into the mirror just before he left for work, and pushed her way through the restroom door.
    The handsome, only slightly graying men were already seated at her table, wearing what passed as fancied up casual attire. Good jeans, dark button down shirts, and hats hanging on their chairs. At least good looking muscled men are a perk of the job.
    “Sorry to keep you waiting,” She smiled as Dustin rose and helped her into her seat, “Have you ordered yet?”
    “No, Ma’am. Waitin’ on the lady,” A thick shouldered man with a hard jaw thin lipped a smile in her direction.
    Damn do they make them any other way but handsome?
    “It is nice to be surrounded by gentlemen, thank you. And you are?”
    “Samson Bohannon, Ma’am. Head of the Bronco Facility. Samson. Not Sam.”
    “Paul Creeger, Equestrian Center.” He was noticeably different in appearance from Samson or Dustin, his hair cut in a fashionable metropolitan style and his demeanor a bit more polished. Not a favorite.
    “Well, tonight is on me, order what you wish. I want to discuss