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Authors: Dorothy F. Shaw

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Chapter Six

Maiya dragged in air, trying for all it was worth to catch her breath. Good Lord, the man kissed like a dream. Ryan was proving better than any fantasy she’d ever had. And still, her mind reeled, a futile attempt to force herself back from the ledge of fuck-up-your-career canyon.

But then he turned to her, hair mussed from her fingers tangling in it, with an I’m-going-to-fuck-your-brains-out gleam in his eyes…

Aaaaand she was a goner.

Maiya leaped off the ledge to career suicide. Nope. There was no going back now. Ryan stalked toward her, a cool and determined expression on his face. Any miniscule lingering doubts she had took a hike. “You look like a man on a mission.”

“You could say that.” He stepped between her legs.

“You do realize this is a bad idea, right?”

He unbuttoned her shirt. “A very bad idea.”

She ran her hands over his arms to his broad shoulders. “We
cannot
have sex in the conference room.”

“Why not?” He nipped at the curve of flesh peeking over the top of her bra.

Maiya let her head fall back, drowning in the feel of his hot mouth on her skin. Heat traveled from where his mouth touched and settled between the juncture of her spread legs. “Because, you know wh— Oh sweet Jesus.”

Ryan clasped his teeth on to her nipple through the lace of her bra.

All rational thought flew out the window and Maiya fell silent, holding her breath. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gripped the back of his head in one hand and ran her nails down his spine with the other.

Ryan sucked her areola, dampening it through the thin material. His mouth was a raging inferno; the feel of it set her blood to boil.
Sweet Jesus!
He gripped the other breast and squeezed, massaging it.

“I need… Fuck! I need your mouth on my skin. Now.” Maiya dug her nails into his back.

With her nipple still in his mouth, he paused and then growled before pulling away. Straightening, he met her stare. His gaze shifted over her face, to her lips and neck, then lower, to her breasts. Dragging the cup of her bra down with one finger, his mouth tipped into a grin and then he met her eyes again. He looked like a kid in a candy store about to gorge himself on sweet treats.

A wild thrill bounced through Maiya from head to toe and her body screamed its need for him to be inside it. Her clit throbbed and her cunt ached. Her nipples hardened to almost painful points. Oh, yes. She wanted this. She wanted him.

With a fingertip, he traced a line from her collarbone to just above the areola on one breast and then circled it. “Pretty light-caramel nipples. My very favorite.”

He was vocal and she couldn’t deny she liked that. A lot. “I’m glad you like them.”

“I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” His eyes were dark and serious, and the dominance in his tone feathered over her body, making her shiver.

“Is this how it’s going to be?”

He continued to circle the caramel flesh of her areola with the tip of his finger, causing her nipple to darken and tighten further. “It’s how you need it to be.”

Maiya gasped. She was dying, fucking dying right there under his masterful touch. “Why is that?”

Ryan stopped the slow torturous circles and his brow furrowed in mock consternation. “Because, sweet Maiya, I say it is. Because it won’t be any other way between us.” He leaned in and bit her stiff nipple…hard.

“Fuck!” She bucked against him. The delicious sting of pleasure—bordering on pain—shot through her breast. Her channel clamped down on itself and her clit throbbed harder.

Ryan gripped her hip with one hand, stilling her, and released the tender peak. “I’m going to suck and bite your nipples until you beg me to let you come.” He took her puckered areola into his mouth again. Pulling the rest of her bra down, he moved to the other, biting and sucking as he’d done to its mate.

Maiya strained against his hold, wanting to rub against the hard length still hidden behind his pants. She was losing control. Ryan taking charge like this annoyed her beyond reason, yet her sex flooded with arousal. Nothing like being turned on and appalled at the same time.

He straightened and gazed at both wet, stiff nipples. “So gorgeous. Look how hard and red your nipples are for me now. You love it, don’t you?”

“Fucking hell, Ryan.”

His gaze jumped to hers, his eyes stone hard, and he pinched both nipples between his fingers. Maiya hissed through her teeth, and then cried out. Her pussy clenched again and she thought, for the first time in her life, she might end up begging for an orgasm.

“I asked you a question. Now, answer me.” The tone in his voice clear; there was no room for her to defy him.

She wasn’t sure she could, even if she wanted to. “Yes! Yes, I love it.” Any other answer would’ve been a lie.

Continuing to pinch and tug on her sensitive nipples, he leaned in and licked her upper lip. “Open for me, baby. Let me taste you again.”

With her mind a befuddled mess of lust and frustration, she complied, letting him explore her mouth further.

“Good girl.” Returning to her mouth, he sucked and lapped at her tongue.

Maiya was swept up in a tornado of stimulation and the room spun around her. The need to climax rode her like the devil himself was chasing her to hell. Gasping for air between kisses, the pressure inside her body grew. She wanted him inside her; to stretch and fill her, take her as hard as he wanted to. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked against him, rubbing her swollen clit against the hard ridge behind his zipper. It wasn’t enough, but she’d be damned if she would beg him for release. “Dammit, Ryan.”

“All you have to do is ask.”

“You’re killing me.” She rubbed against him again, trying for all it was worth to gain more contact.
Sonofabitch.
“I’m so close… Don’t make me… Oh God, please?”

He cupped one breast, rolling her nipple between his fingertips. “Please what?”

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I don’t care anymore.
“Please let me come? Please?”

He growled, jerked her off the table and sat in the chair behind them with her astride his lap. “Ride me, Maiya. I want you to come so hard you soak right through those fuck-me pants of yours.”

“Oh God. Yes.” Aligning her clit with his hard length she rolled her hips.

Ryan palmed both of her breasts and pressed them together, and then licked, sucked and bit each nipple. The sting of each bite and the soothing brush of his tongue over the tight peaks made her clit pulse and her channel clench down on itself.

Maiya flew apart. Her orgasm hit with the force of an earthquake, and she bit down on the palm of her hand to keep from screaming his name. Waves of powerful aftershocks traveled through her body and goose pimples broke out along her heated, sweat-slick skin. Breathless, she slumped against him.

He stroked her hair and back, and they stayed in silence for a few minutes, each trying to catch their breath.

As the crash from the high hit hard, shock at what they’d done parked front and center in her mind. “That was crazy. And I can’t believe I begged you.”

“You’ll beg me the next time too. Then, when I
let
you come you’ll scream my name.” Ryan twined his fingers in her long hair, pulled her head up from his shoulder and kissed her.

Maiya took in his words. They jabbed at her independent side, but she chose to ignore them and focus on the kiss. When she broke from his lips, breathless once again, she rubbed against him one last time. He was still hard. “You didn’t come, did you?”

“It’s fine.”

“The hell it is.” She climbed down his lap and knelt in front of him.

“Maiya, what are you doing?”

It was quite clear to her what she was doing: taking back some of the control she’d given over to him. He didn’t climax and she wasn’t having it. Plus, the desire to feel him slide between her lips trumped the thoughts of why they should get the hell out of the office before someone caught them in the act. The idea of being caught sent bolts of fear shooting through her, but it also had her pulse pounding with excitement. The risk of it all made everything much more titillating.

“Answer me, Maiya.”

She glanced at him and licked her lips, but said nothing.

“Woman. I’m gonn—”

Maiya ran her palm up his length through his pants and he gasped. She reached for his belt an—

A knock sounded at the door.

Oh my God!
Maiya jumped to her feet and tugged her shirt closed.

“Get under the table.” Ryan smoothed his hair and arranged the bulge in his pants and then walked to the door.

“What? Under the fucking table? Are you nuts?”

“Do as I say, Maiya. Now,” he whispered.

She stared at him for a heartbeat and then crawled under the table to the far end, hiding herself in the shadows of the chairs.
Dammit, dammit!

Ryan opened the door. “Oh, hey, Randy. You need something?”

She fumbled with her buttons but managed to get them all closed and in proper order. Taking deep, even breaths to calm her racing pulse, she sat still, listening to the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m looking for David and Joe. They were supposed to be up here working on some financials,” Randy said.

Maiya buried her face in her hands, praying he wouldn’t want to come into the room.

“Ah, yeah, you know, I think they were meeting down on three.” Ryan stepped from the room and closed the door behind him
.

Maiya exhaled the breath she’d been holding and relief washed through her. She heard their muffled voices beyond the door and when they faded, she presumed Ryan walked away from the room with Randy. Waiting another minute or two, she climbed from beneath the table. She smoothed her shirt back in place and ran her fingers through her hair.

What the hell had she been thinking? No way… No god damn way was she doing this. How the hell did she let this happen? She sat in front of her laptop and began shutting it down—intent on getting out of there before Ryan came back.

Ryan walked Randy to the elevators, making small talk along the way. “Catch you later, Randy.” Ryan gave him a mock salute.

“Later.” The man stepped into the elevator and Ryan watched until the doors closed. Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
Christ, that was close.
The memory of Maiya on his lap rushed back, full force. Man, she was heaven and hell mixed into one. So responsive to him and his demands, it blew his mind.

He never would’ve thought she’d yield control to him. It intrigued him and made him leery at the same time. He’d been down a road similar to this in the past and wasn’t too keen on traveling it again.

A definite path to hell, fraught with broken hearts and broken people.

Maiya acted different in many ways though. But what if she wasn’t? The same in too many ways, and yet, not. Call him a cynical bastard, but women like Maiya didn’t settle down. Ever.

When he got back to the conference room, she was packing up her laptop. “Damn close.”

She snorted but said nothing and continued her task.

Closing the door, he leaned against it and crossed his arms. “Why are you leaving?”

“You know as well as I do this is a bad idea.”

“Yeah, it is.” He shrugged. “Still felt good though.”

She didn’t respond, just stood there, lips pursed, head tilted to the side, her red hair pooling around her shoulders. She was even hotter when annoyed. He knew she was wild, but he hadn’t pegged her for a runner. Shit, he didn’t want her to go. “What? So you’re running?”

She glared at him. “Whatever, Ryan. I’m going back to my hotel.” She grabbed her bag and walked toward him. “I’ll finish the analysis there.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No. You go home.” She stopped in front of him. “Text me if you have a question about the project. I’m sure I’ll be up late.”

He watched a figurative mask slide into place over her face. Amazing. In the blink of an eye, she shut him out. “Back to business, huh?”

“Let’s just forget this happened.” She reached around him for the door handle. “Excuse me.”

“Yeah, I figured. Typical.” He stepped to the side and opened the door for her.

She stared into his eyes. Her expression changed for a split second, but the emotion was gone before he deciphered it. Looking away, she walked out.

Had the comment hurt her feelings? Doubtful. Based on her behavior, it was more than obvious she didn’t care. Why would she? He shut his laptop down. Screw it, if she didn’t care, then neither did he. She was right. This was a very bad idea.

When Ryan got home, he set up his laptop and then tossed a frozen dinner in the microwave. His cell rang from the coffee table in the living room.
Maiya.
He ran and snatched it up not bothering to check the screen. “Hello?”

“Hi, Daddy,” the little voice said on the other end of the line.

Ryan sat on the couch. “Hey, little man, how’s it going at Nana’s house?”

“Good! We made cookies. Nana makes the bestest cookies.”

“Yeah, she sure does, Jacob.” Ryan leaned back and let his little boy’s sweet voice wrap around him. His son was spending the week of school vacation with Ryan’s parents. A pang of sadness rang through him. He missed Jacob more than he’d expected. “So you’re having a fun time, then?”

“Uh huh, tomorrow we’re going to Knott’s Berry Farm. Can you come too?”

“No, buddy, I can’t. Wish I could, but I have to work.”

Ryan’s mother said something in the background.

“Nana says to tell you she’ll have me home at seven on Friday. I miss you, Daddy.”

“Tell her that’ll be fine. I miss you too, little man.” Ryan rubbed the back of his neck. “You better head to bed now. It’s getting late. Nana spoils you.”

“Nanas are apposst to spoil kids.”

“Supposed to.” Ryan chuckled. “Yes, I guess they are. I love you, little man. You can call me tomorrow night if you want.”

“Love you too.”

“Sweet dreams.” Ryan listened and Jacob relayed his message to his grandmother before the phone cut off.

Jacob.
Exactly the reminder he needed. Ryan
had
to keep his head on straight for his kid. His little boy was his world, and he’d be damned if he would allow his son to be hurt because he had an attack of horny…or lonely. If he wanted to date, he needed to be dating the right kind of woman. Someone not so wild, maybe a little softer around the edges.

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