If I weren’t so intent on getting out of the city tonight, I might even allow myself to enjoy it, but right now he’s a distraction I don’t have time for.
Pressing my eyes closed, I go over the plan again.
Eventually Ryker will fall asleep, and I’ll slip into my bedroom to pack.
Once I have my stuff and the cash, I’ll sneak down to the garage.
I’ll check with the front gate on the way out to make sure no one has been staking out the house, and if I’m clear, I’ll make my way north toward Canada.
Once I’m out of New York, I’ll find a car dealership to trade in my car for something else before continuing toward Canada.
The thought of selling the Audi makes my heart hurt. Despite being a hard man, John De Marco afforded me a beautiful life that I never had the chance to thank him for.
It’s just a shame I have to leave this version of myself behind.
Canada will be my first stop, Montreal specifically, before I decide where to go next.
I have enough saved that I can get a flight to just about anywhere, and I have an unused passport from the packet I was given all those years ago with another eight months before it expires. I don’t know what made him put in more than one, but I’m grateful for it now.
He may have left with nothing more than a note, but he made sure I was taken care of, and that’s helped to ease the blow of rejection I still feel every time I think of him.
Tattooed fingers drag softly up my thigh, sending a foreign spark of desire to my core.
Maybe I should have taken to casual sex after leaving the Lombardi compound, if for no other reason than so I wouldn’t get turned on the first time a man touches me in almost a decade.
“You’re in your head, Siren,” Ryker murmurs.
Turning to face him, I’m startled to find his face just a breath from mine, which does nothing to settle the need blooming inside me.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
His deep chuckle fills the space between us, making my heart kick up a notch.
Fuck.
I need to get out of here before I do something I regret, like fuck my bodyguard.
But then again, when will my next chance be? I trust Ryker, at least on the surface, and definitely enough that I’d let him make me come a few times.
Because Iknowthe man is good with his hands without him ever having to have touched me.
“You have nothing to apologize for, but I think I can help.” His fingers move higher, dragging a moan from my chest.
Taking the sound as an invitation, he continues the slow path, giving me more than enough time to put a stop to this.
The problem is, I have no idea what I want.
It’s been so long since I’ve made a decision purely on want that I don’t trust myself to make the right choice.
When you’ve spent years only allowing yourself the things you need, it’s hard to choose a selfish want.
I open my mouth, intent to shut this down before it can go any further.
It’s not fair on him to let him touch me like this when I’ll be gone by morning, but any argument is cut off when his fingers brush over my covered sex.
The foreign feel of someone else touching me like this short circuits my brain, and all I can manage is another strangled moan.
“Such a good girl letting me take care of you.” Ryker’s soft words brush over my cheek.
