“I want to taste you so badly I can’t fucking stand it,” he growled. “But in due time.” He stepped away, releasing me, and my body whined at the loss.
I sagged against the wall and rubbed my wrists, faint red marks blooming where his fingers had been. He leaned against the table and crossed one foot in front of the other while twirling the knife. I glanced up, his eyes fixed on me like he was a predator, and I was his prey. Why the hell hadn’t I looked at the date of birth in his file? I rose to my full height, my blood boiling.
“So you used a fake name and submitted a phony resume…why exactly? You had no issues just barging in last week.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Why go to the trouble?”
His gaze flicked to my crossed arms, and he cocked a brow when he looked back up. “I thought you might like the gesture,” he said. “And I like playing games with you.”
He dropped the knife on the table with aclang, and I tried to keep from wincing at the sound of metal on the glass. “This is my business, you know. You can’t fuck with my company. My personal life and professional life are separate.”
He moved his hands to his pockets. “Who said I was fucking with your business? From my vantage point it looks like I’m only fucking with you, babe.”
I scoffed and sidestepped the table, gathering the documents into the manilla folder. My arousal had ebbed, replaced with irritation as I walked to the door and pulled it open, looking at him expectantly. “I didn’t realize you were so much younger. You can go. I have more work to do.”
“Raven,” he said on a forced breath, his voice sounding tense. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he stared at the wall, avoiding my gaze. His jaw was clenched, and his body wasn’t relaxed anymore.
“Fuck it,” he swore, and lunged for me. He slammed the door closed and pushed me against it. I gasped in surprise as he grabbed the folder from my hand and threw it behind him, paper flying and scattering on the floor. He grabbed my hips hard and crashed his body into mine, his lips wasting no time seeking my mouth.
His kiss was forceful and blazing, things I wasn’t used to, and in a different time of life, something I didn’t like. With him, I would like anything, even the demanding possessiveness. There was no fighting my desire for him, regardless that he could be a decade younger and I could lose my license for having a personal relationship with a client.
His lips were soft yet rigorous, and I realized he was right. He could have me on my knees doing his bidding witha fucking smile on my face as long as he talked to me in that tantalizing voice and kept kissing me like that. CFP Board be damned. I would do anything to keep his mouth on me all night.
The world spun and his lips grew more fervent as he forced his way inside my mouth, a welcome invasion. He explored me like a man starved, and I was lost, lost to the devious flicks of his tongue. Nothing else in the world mattered while he was kissing me.
My body ached as he nudged my legs apart with his knee like before and pressed it between my legs. The pressure at my core made me lightheaded with relief, and his hardness pressed the front of my leg. I groaned into his mouth as his hands slid up my waist and into my blazer. Jerking my tucked blouse from my slacks he reached under my shirt and ghosted his fingers across my abdomen before splaying his hands on my back. His fingers gouged my skin as he nipped my bottom lip.
I cried into him, and he took every sound I made into his body, not letting my moans escape into the room. He turned us and backed me up until the sharp edge of the table pressed into my ass. He moved his hands up, sweeping the jacket down my arms and broke our kiss to spread it out behind me.
Moving back in front of me, his eyes weren’t shy as they roamed over my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reached out and undid the buttons on my shirt one by one, not looking where his fingers worked, but into my eyes, instead. It was like he was committing every detail of my face to memory. A hint of anxiety tugged at me as he undid the last button and my shirt fell open to reveal my black bra beneath. This was actually happening. There would be no going back after this, and as his fingers traced the swells of my breasts, I decided I really didn’t care.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ryan
There had never beena woman so perfect in the world. That's what Raven was. Utter perfection. Not even supermodels in magazines and actresses on TV screens were as perfect as she was, especially now, looking at me, Ryan, with those emerald eyes. I had perched her on the conference room table, her lips swollen from my assault on her mouth, and she wasn’t leaving. She finally had the full package and could have cut our little tirade short for a multitude of reasons. She’d dreamed up the perfect guy in her mind to match my voice, and finally seeing me could have been a disappointment. But she was in front of me, staring at me expectantly and waiting for whatever I would give her.
With her bra and stomach exposed, she looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes and gave me all the confidence I might have lacked before. She wanted this. Not just my voice, but me. I ran my thumb over her collarbone and down to her breasts, eliciting a sigh from her as she dropped her head back, exposing her luscious neck.
Taking the movement as an invitation, I trailed my tonguefrom the base of her throat all the way to her chin. She gasped, and I gripped the back of her neck hard, pulling her lips to mine, drunk on her mouth. Nothing else mattered when she was underneath my hands. I’d thought of this moment for weeks, and was growing impatient. I wanted to give her long, drawn out pleasure, but that would have to wait. I needed to taste her body like I needed air, all my former plans thrown out the window.
I reached behind her and flicked her bra clasp open, relief surging at getting it on the first try. If it hadn’t come undone so easily, it might have been ripped apart. I needed those tits freed to me.
She shrugged the shirt down her shoulders and flung the bra on the table. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink nipples, hard and waiting for my touch. Her breasts were the ideal size, and when I cupped them in my hands, they fit perfectly. Like she was made for me.
Her skin was flushed, pink splotches painting her chest like artwork. Diving back to her mouth, I palmed her breasts hard and she arched into me. Reluctantly leaving her lips, I kissed my way down her neck and over her chest to her nipple.
When I clasped my mouth onto the sensitive peak, I was rewarded with a moan that made my dick throb.
“Ryan.”
Fuck, there was no sweeter sound than my name on her lips, and I sighed against her at the thought of her moaning around my cock down her throat.
I peppered kisses to her other breast and gave it the same attention. Flicking my tongue over her again and again, I reached up to do the same motion with the pad of my thumb on the other side. Her pants filled the small room, and I reveled in the sound.
As I lifted my head after releasing her from my mouth,Raven stared straight into my eyes. The women I’d been with in the past had been shy when they were intimate, always looking away or closing their eyes. But Raven trained her emeralds on my every movement. She watched, breathing fast as I unbuttoned her pants.
“Next time, wear a skirt. This would be much easier,” I grunted, working the annoying zipper down.
She threw her head back and laughed, a sound so intoxicating I vowed to coax it from her as much as possible. Along with all the other sexy sounds she made.
