I feel a pulse of anger course through me and I clench my jaw, glaring down at her.
“So you were intentionally ignoring me,” I growl.
That seems to delight her. She grabs my tie again and yanks me down into a hard, hungry kiss.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t resist kissing her back, moving my lips against hers and cupping the back of her head. Her hair is soft… her lips are soft… everything about her is so damn soft.
Our tongues tangle, and before I realize we’ve moved, we’re falling onto the bed together. She wraps her arms around my neck, holding me against her.
“More,” she whispers. “Please, give me more.”
I drop another hard kiss against her lips before moving down her body to drop to my knees on the floor. If I make her orgasm, that should calm her down. I won’t fuck her… but I’ll give her something.
Shoving her dress up to her waist, I’m shocked to find that she’s not wearing panties.
“What the hell?” I growl, looking up at her. “You were really banking on some willing dick tonight, huh?”
She grins down at me. “It’s never been too hard for me to find.”
For some reason, that pisses me off. Shoving her legs apart, I lower my head to her pussy and start eating her out with no mercy. No build-up. No soft kisses or teasing licks.
“Fuck!” she cries, arching her back off the bed. She grabs my hair and holds me tight against her. “That feels fucking incredible!”
That’s right. I want her to remember how good this was. The next time she’s with some other ‘willing dick,’ I want her to think about my mouth on her pussy, driving her crazy and making her cream.
The hell? Where did that thought come from?
I push it away and focus on the task at hand. She’s writhing on the bed, moaning and whimpering as I shove my tongue into her entrance before moving to wrap my lips around her clit. Her grip on my hair tightens to a painful degree, but I revel in her response.
“Fuck! I’m… I’m going to come!”
The next moment, her body seizes and her thighs squeeze around my head. She screams and writhes beneath my tongue, I don’t stop until her whole body goes lax. Standing, I give her a triumphant smirk as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“How was that… ?” My words trail off when I realize her eyes are fluttering closed. I stare down at her for a moment as she struggles not to pass out, but I can tell it’s a losing battle. “Rylee?”
She moans, curling up onto her side. “Stay, Kodiak.”
I freeze. What the… did she just call me by another guy’s name?
Frustration and disappointment swirl through me, and I shake my head. Of course, she did. What was I expecting from her?
With a huff, I turn and storm out of the room, thankful that no one else ever has to know about the humiliating end to this night.
CHAPTER THREE: SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT
RYLEE
THREE MONTHS LATER
The clickof my mouse is like a metronome as I go through picture after picture of a drool-worthy man palming a football. He’s wearing his pads with no jersey to show off his ripped six-pack and smooth pecs.
As much as I enjoy a good helping of man candy, though, I’m not focused on how gorgeous the guy is - I’m trying to figure out which pictures I want to submit for the magazine article highlighting the guy’s life and career so far as quarterback of the Tennessee Titans. I’ve got hundreds of images of him in different outfits and poses, as I like to have variety when I do photo shoots like this one. Unfortunately, my perfectionism is getting in the way, as I manage to find a flaw with every single one of the images.
“Damn, look at that beefcake. I’d like to take a bite out of that.”
Grinning, I look up from my screen to find my colleague and friend, Blaire Roberts, leaning over my workspace, eyeing my computer screen with a hungry look.
“Down, girl,” I tease.
