I nip at the skin of her neck with my teeth, not wanting to take my hand out of her pants. She feels so good and my own cock is still aching.
But that’s when my phone chimes.
I don’t move, nibbling up her neck toward her ear. “That was gorgeous.”
She doesn’t respond, just flexes her hips so that my fingers slide against her once again. “I didn’t know,” she whispers on a sigh.
What didn’t she know? That I’d make her cum like that? “We’re just getting started, Princess. That was only a taste.”
“Oh,” she says on a rush of air even as my phone dings again. And then again.
“Fuck,” I mutter, not wanting to let her go. Truth be told, I’d like to feel her cum again right now and then?—
The ringing of my phone pulls several curses from my mouth before I finally pull my hand from her pants and yank the phone out of my pocket.
Killian’s name is on the screen.
I answer the phone, barking into the speaker. “What the fuck do you want?”
He only laughs. “I need to talk to you.”
“Talk.” I do not appreciate the interruption.
“Not on the phone. In your apartment. Unlock the elevator for me, I’m coming up.” And then he hangs up. Bossy fuck. But I hit the button that will allow him to choose the penthouse on the elevator keypad.
Access to this floor is limited to me and Sasha. Period.
“Who was that?” Sasha asks, pushing off my chest, wobbling as she tries to stand. I automatically reach for her again, steadying her as I pull her back into my arms.
“Killian. He’s coming up to talk. Why don’t you change? I like the dress,” I say, before I wrap my lips around her ear lobe, sucking at the soft skin. I can’t get enough of her taste. Her feel.
She gives a breathless giggle that makes me rock-hard all over again. “You want me to talk to him now? About Sver?”
“In a few minutes. Why don’t you collect yourself first,” I answer honestly. She looks, and smells, like a woman who just had an orgasm. It’s hot as hell, which is why my brother isn’t going anywhere near her. “I’ll have you talk to him when you’ve had a minute to yourself.”
“That’s a good idea,” she nods, looking up at me with large, grateful eyes.
Reaching for her cheek, I turn her face back to mine, kissing her mouth with a long, slow kiss that’s meant to be a promise. “We’ll finish what we started tonight.” And then I give her assa squeeze, pressing my raging cock against the softness of her belly.
I hear her gasp even as the distant chime of the elevator sounds from the other side of the apartment.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Sasha
I grabthe dress and bring it to the bathroom to change as Ryker leaves the room, mostly because I need to freshen up before I face Ryker’s brother.
One look in the mirror confirms that I’ve made the right choice. My hair is mussed, my eyes shining super bright.
My skin is flushed pink, and I can smell my own arousal.
I run a brush over my hair, twisting it back and clipping it up.
Stripping off my clothes, I step into the shower, giving myself a two-minute wash off. Then I pull on the dress.
Ryker’s right, it’s a great dress. It’s got a cute print, the color is great for me, and the length, at mid-thigh, highlights my legs, while the empire waist shows my figure to its best advantage.
I take a breath, slap on some gloss, and head out to the kitchen.
