He settles on the edge of my bed. “Everything okay?”
“She wanted to visit this weekend. I told her Sasha was coming and maybe she could come another weekend.”
“You don’t want her to meet me.”
The quiet understanding in his voice makes me cringe inside.
“It’s not that I don’t want—” Frustrated, I let out a sigh. “God. You know our situation is complicated.”
“Hey.” He reaches out, brushing his fingers across my cheek. “Talk to me.”
Despite my frustration, I lean into his touch. “How do I explain all of this… you, to her? ‘Mom, this is Ryder. He used to be fictional, but now he’s real. He’s also helping me with my writer’s block and now we’re having amazing sex.’”
“You think the sex is amazing?”
I tsk and roll my eyes, making him chuckle. “Duh.”
His gaze turns molten. “Wanna see how much more amazing it can be?”
TWENTY-SIX
ryder
Noia’s eyesgo wide and her breath starts to quicken.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I… I haven’t finished writing about today.”
I lean in and raise an eyebrow. “Just more fuel to stoke the fire, kitten.” Taking the mug from her hands, I set it on the desk beside her laptop. “I think you’ve done enough writing for tonight.”
Goosebumps rise along the smooth expanse of her skin as I trace my fingers up her bare arm, and it makes me grin.
I tug gently at the collar of her T-shirt, exposing more of her creamy skin.
“But I?—”
“Shh.” I move her hair out of the way, pressing my lips to the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She melts against me with a soft sigh. “Your words will still be there tomorrow.”
She nods, and I slide my hands under her thighs, lifting her up from the chair. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the bed.
Her soft weight feels perfect pressing against me.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” I confess, lowering her onto the mattress. “The way your pussy squeezed my cock. The sounds you made when I made you come.”
Sliding my hand beneath her T-shirt, I trace my fingers up her ribs, reveling in the silky softness of her skin. “Take this off for me.”
She sits up just enough to pull the shirt over her head, letting it fall onto the floor. The sight of her bare breasts in the soft lamplight makes my mouth go dry.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, cupping one breast, loving how it feels in my palm. Her nipple hardens beneath my thumb as I stroke it, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.
Lowering my head, I take the tight bud into my mouth, swirling my tongue before sucking hard. Her back arches off the bed as her fingers thread through my hair.
“Ryder,” she sighs.
The sound of my name on her lips sends a thrill like I’ve never known straight to my cock.
I take my time, worshipping every inch of her body with my hands and mouth. When I finally slide her shorts and panties down her legs, she’s trembling.
