“Morning, Jo—” He stopped short, coffee sloshing out of the cup and down his hand.
“Oh, shit, Jodi, give me a napkin!”
“Classic.” Jodi stood, bypassing Maiya, and handed Ryan the napkin. “You didn’t tell him you were coming, did you?” She shook her head. “You need relationship training, girl. I swear.”
Ryan wiped up the spilled coffee, thanking God it hadn’t been very hot.
Maiya was here.
Maiya. Here.
He stared at her. “When the hell did you get into town?”
She crossed her arms. “Late Friday night.”
“And you didn’t call me? What. The. Fuck, Maiya!”
“I’m going to take a walk.” Jodi excused herself from her own office.
“Thanks, Jodi.” He moved aside and Jodi closed the door behind her.
“I’m sorry.” Maiya let out a breath and rubbed her forehead. “Look I really want to talk to you, I just… Can you come meet me later at the hotel?”
He stepped back and looked at her. Really looked at her. What was it with this woman? Why her? She was broken, wild, smart and beautiful, and so many goddamn things he couldn’t even begin to list them all. But right then, he was so frustrated and confused, he thought he might strangle her.
It didn’t help how gorgeous she was in her long, fitted pencil skirt and tight sweater, making her body look like one long curvaceous roller coaster of deliciousness. Stay focused, Ry. You’re pissed, remember? She made it hard to stay mad when she looked this good, and that pissed him off even more. She knew exactly what she was doing dressing that way. Evil minx.
“Ryan, you’re staring at me like you don’t know whether you want to fuck me or strangle me.”
“Bingo. Fine, I’ll meet you at the hotel. Four thirty. Don’t be late.” He turned and walked out of Jodi’s office before he did exactly what she suggested he was thinking.
Damn her.
Maiya paced the foyer of her hotel, waiting for Ryan. It was past four thirty. “Don’t be late,” he’d said and now he was late. Fucking fabulous.
She shook out her hands and decided to head back up to her room. She texted him her room number and got on the elevator. He could come upstairs when he got there, and she could pace in private, without her heels on.
An hour…or maybe just five minutes later there was a knock at the door. Finally. Opening it, she was treated to a frustrated-looking Ryan. He blew past her into the room without saying anything.
“Come in,” she mumbled under her breath and shut the door. “Are you okay?”
“Fine. Had to make arrangements for my son.” He sat in the desk chair. “I’m here. You wanted to talk. So, talk.”
“Okay, well.” She swallowed, her mouth gone dry. Jeez, he sounded furious. She grabbed her water, took a sip and then began again. “I owe you a huge apology.” She looked at him.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“I was wrong for treating you the way I did, Ryan. And I’m not sure if it even matters now, but I figured I would explain why, you know?” She paced. “I’m a little fucked up, I guess.” She let out a nervous laugh, but he remained silent. God, he was not going to let her off the hook at all. “I was scared. Plain and simple. And, you know, convinced I didn’t deserve you, and you would leave me, but there’s this problem now.” She made another round of the room and then faced him again. “The problem is I love you, and I’m moving here, but now I think I’ve lost you.” Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Dammit all to hell! She was getting damn tired of crying. “I lov—”
One second she was standing, the next she was flat on her back on the bed, Ryan hovering above her. “I want you, Maiya.” He pressed his lips in a firm line and his jaw ticked.
“I can feel that, but—”
“No!” Ryan shook his head. “Well, yes, but that’s not what I mean. I want you, baby. Always. Forever. Twenty-four seven.”
Shock bolted through her. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I want you to move in with me.” He kissed her. “I’m saying I’m in love with you, and I don’t want to waste any more fucking time. These last two weeks have been hell and I don’t care to relive them.”
“Are you serious?” Her anxiety level went from a ten to a fifty in a matter of two words. Move in? Fucking, move in? Here she was thinking she’d get an apartment and see if he wanted to see her. Her brain couldn’t process what her ears were hearing. What if— Her mother’s voice came rushing back and, along with it, her tears. Don’t give up something good because of all the bad in your past. Promise me, Maiya Anne Rossini. “You’d want that with me?”
Ryan rolled them to the side and cradled her head against his chest while she wept.
“You’re my girl. Please come home with me, baby? We can take care of each other. Always.”
“I love you, Ryan. I’m so scared.” She clung to him. Could she do this? Really do this? She wanted him for sure.
“I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go, Maiya. Come home with me.”
All she managed was a nod while Ryan kissed her tears from her eyes, her cheeks, and then found her lips. A familiar jolt of electricity shot through her body and straight to her core when their tongues touched. The kiss grew frantic and she clawed at his shirt.
Ryan rolled onto his back, tugging up her skirt. He stopped when he reached her upper thigh. “My little slut. You’re wearing thigh-highs and a garter.”
“I had to pull out all the stops. What if you didn’t take me back?”
“I knew it!” He ran his finger between the backs of her thighs, seeking her core. He groaned.
She was wet for him and his fingers felt like heaven. Maiya bit his bottom lip. “No panties, either.”
“That’s it.” Ryan reached between them and freed himself from his pants.
Maiya rose up on her knees, straddling him and he pressed the head to her entrance. She slid down slow, inch by torturous inch, gazing into his eyes.
He went rigid beneath her. “Tell me you love me, again.” He gripped her ass. “I need to hear it while I’m inside what’s now officially mine.”
With him seated deep inside her core, she shifted her hips once, and then said the words he wanted to hear. “I love you, Ryan.” Her skin tingled in anticipation of his response.
He thrust his pelvis off the bed and squeezed her ass, holding her tight to him. “Oh, God. Again.”
She ground against him. “I love you, Ryan Donnelly.”
“I love you too, baby. I love you too.” Ryan cupped the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss.
Maiya’s heart burst with feeling, and she knew without a doubt she wanted this man, always. Ryan wrapped both arms around her waist and she continued the motion of her hips in time with the stroke of her tongue in his mouth.
With her clit grinding against his pelvis, she pulled her mouth from his, tangled his hair in her hands and bit his shoulder. Her orgasm exploded and her walls milked his shaft with tight little spasms.
“Yes! Mine!” He bucked against her, crying out a curse while his own release took him over.
Maiya continued to rock slowly and with each slide in and out of her wetness, her pussy clenched and spasmed again. She laid her head down on his chest. “Mmm.”
“Woman, you are going to be the death of me.”
“Not yet, I hope. I mean, I just got here.” Maiya gazed up at him. “Hey, can we go home? I really miss Jacob.” She kissed his chest.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He stroked her hair. “Jacob misses you too.”
After another moment in his arms, she climbed off him and the bed. “Chop chop!” She snapped her fingers. “Let’s go!”
“Oh my God, I love you.” He got up, laughing, and pulled her close.
“I hope you r
ealize what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I have a pretty good idea.”
“That makes one of us.” She laughed. “This could get dangerous.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him and figured it was okay to let him navigate.
For once in her life, Maiya Rossini believed she deserved a little happy-ever-after.
About the Author
Dorothy F. Shaw lives in Arizona, where the weather is hot and the sunsets are always beautiful. She spends her days in the corporate world, and her nights with her Mac on her lap. Between her ever-open heart, her bright red hair and her many colorful tattoos, she truly lives and loves in Technicolor!
As Dorothy sees it, the journey is the best part.
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