“Rylie…” I growled.
“Luci.” He moaned, as he pounded into me one last time, releasing himself deep within me. Before I knew what he was doing, I was on my back, heels on the counter, with Rylie diving in. His fingers slid in, and then trailed to my ass, slowly sliding into it. When he slid the second finger into my ass, he clamped down on that bundle of nerves and every muscle in my body tensed as pleasure filled me.
Just as I was coming down, my hand slipped and flipped a switch on the counter next to the sink. A loud grinding sound burst through the room, and it took me half a second longer than Rylie to realize what had happened. His hand was over mine, turning the disposal off.
His eyes met mine. The humor in his eyes cut through the haze, and I started to giggle. “Oops.”
“Oops, indeed. At least it wasn’t until the end.”
“Well, my hands were a bit preoccupied at one point.” I said, winking.
“I liked you like that.” He pulled me closer and kissed my cheek. I blushed. It wasn’t the first time I’d been bound with him. And I always looked forward to exploring new things with him.
His hands rested on my hips, and he pulled me close to him. His forehead rested on mine as he reached up and ran a thumb along my cheek. He cherished me for a long minute before I realized I really had to go to the bathroom.
I rested my arms on his shoulders and kissed him quickly before saying, “I need you to let me down, Rye.”
“But, I like you like this.”
“And my bladder would really appreciate me relieving it in the appropriate room of the house.” I let a mischievous smile cross my lips, and he laughed.
“Alright. Alright. That is one of the few acceptable reasons for you not to be in my arms.” He pulled me off the counter and smacked my ass as I turned toward the bathroom. I grabbed the tee before strutting off. I may have let my hips sway a bit more than was necessary.
A low chuckle came from Rylie. “I’ll clean up breakfast and meet you on the couch.”
“Yes, Rye.” I said mockingly.
Chapter eighteen
Thenextmorning,Ryliewalked around the corner as I stepped out of the bathroom. “I just got off the phone. We leave in two hours.”
“You were able to arrange for a flight that quick?” I shook my head, a small smile lifting the side of my mouth. “Of course, you did.”
“You’ll be flying first class, sweetheart. Every step of the way from here to eternity.” He kissed my temple and then slapped my ass.
“What no private corporate jets?” I teased.
Rylie shrugged and said, “They are spoken for, and I don’t really like them anyways. Feels like I’m flaunting the money.” He wrinkled his nose and it was adorable on him. “So, I usually travel commercially, but splurge on first-class seats. They are just squishier, and more comfortable.”
I laughed at that as I got dressed. It was such a Rylie answer. “You know I was only joking about the private jet thing, right?”
“I know, but I really don’t feel right using the money I kind of fell into like that. Sure, I’ve worked my ass off this last year to keep it going, and have had to learn everything about running this company, but I also realize I’ve been lucky to have excellent advisors.” He was buttoning his shirt, when he faced me and continued, “Like I’ve been saying, Luci, while the company and money are a lot of work, its also a lot of image and bullshit.”
“I know, Rye. You are still that same kid I grew up with, and you are still the same man you were when you moved out here. The same man that Harper believed was worthy enough to hand you everything.” I rested my hand on his heart, and said, “That is the man I fell in love with. That is the man I am choosing to marry.”
Then as I palmed him and he ground against my hand, I said, “Doesn’t mean I am not going to tease you for it.” I looked down and ran a single finger along the length of him as I pulled my hand away. There would be no way to make that flight if I didn’t, and whispered, “And you are insatiable.”
“Only for you, sweetheart.”
Eight hours later, we picked up the rental car at the San Jose Airport and headed off to pack up my apartment. I had called Katie and asked her to drop off some packing boxes at the house so I could start right away. She said they would be there before I got home, and that she would be over tomorrow to help pack. My phone buzzed, and I didn’t recognize the number.
Opening the messages, I paused, reading through the string.
Unknown:
Hey baby doll. When you coming home from Mr. Moneybags? Hurry back to my arms. I’ll remind you what a real man is like.
You know the rules. Why haven’t you answered yet?
