The way she said that made his heart race, and his whole body react. She sounded hungry—and for him.
Before he could say anything else, Rayna took what she wanted from him.
She didn’t hold back.
Wrapping her fingers around his dick, she proved who was driving this pleasure bus off of the cliff.
HER.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Please,” he muttered.
Oh, she gave him exactly what he wanted.
Her.
Before she began torturing him, she was honest.
“Wait until you get back from your work trip, Caspian. I’m going to blow your mind,” she admitted.
He swallowed.
“Yes, please?” he asked.
That made her laugh. Someone had come out of his shell the last two weeks, and he was more comfortable than he had been with her.
She hoped so.
Rayna was about to get up and comfortable in his business, too.
She began enjoying his body, even as she had his dick in a death grip.
As she teased her way across his truly defined and masculine frame, Caspian was in overload.
“Don’t tease. You know what I need,” he admitted, making her laugh.
“Oh, I know, Caspian. I’m holding your dick, and you’re rock hard.
Yes, yes, he was.
There was never enough of her, and she was already his addiction.
“Hurry. Work,” he muttered, finally getting words out as she was leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across his chest. Caspian wished they had all day, but he’d literally come home to quickly pack and get back to the FBI building.
God.
She wished he had more time.
There was nothing more Rayna liked than rocking this man’s world.
Because he had a point, and work was looming, Rayna did as he had requested, moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses across his shaking body.
The whole time, she knew she was in control.
It was time to get them both off so that they could have a good day.
And she would.
