With a saucy smile, Allie rolled her hips against my crotch. “You tell me.”
I held her gaze as I hooked my fingers around the flimsy straps of her dress, dragging them past her smooth shoulders. The material of the dress slipped down to her waist, and I stared at what I’d been thinking about for the past hour.
It was dark in here, but I could still faintly see the curves of her perfect breasts, feel her hardened nipples under my palms.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you,” I growled at her as I kneaded her, squeezed her. “You wanted me hard. Wanted to fucking torture me.”
“Ryland, I… Oh…” She moaned when I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
“You what?” I prompted, watching her with a smug smile. “Say it.”
Her eyes went heavy-lidded as she thrust her breasts out, silently demanding more of my teasing.
“I wanted this,” she whispered. “I wanted you to think of me.”
“Good girl,” I murmured, slipping her dress off completely. The material pooled on the carpet in a circle of green silk.
I sank to one knee, making a sound of approval when I saw her black panties. It was a scrap of lace so tiny that the top of it barely covered the slit of her pussy.
I licked my lips, already anticipating the taste of her.
Allie gasped as I took her hips in my hands and trailed feather light kisses along the seams of her panties. I let my stubble graze the insides of her thighs, near her center, teasing her close to where she needed me.
“Ryland…” she whispered, her thighs trembling against my cheeks. “Please.”
I pushed the lace down with my nose and nuzzled her pussy, taking in the intimate scent of her. “Mm. So wet for me.”
Allie jerked against my face as I ran my tongue over her swollen lips, tasting her arousal.
“Taste so damned good.” I yanked her panties to her ankles and pushed my face deeper between her legs.
Then I placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss over her entire pussy, thrusting my tongue into her inner heat, fucking her with deep, hungry lashes of my tongue until Allie was gasping and clutching my head closer.
“Yes,” she panted, trying to keep her voice down. “Oh, yes.”
Angling my head upwards, I teased her swollen clit, running my lips over the sensitive bud and lapping at it roughly, the way she liked.
Allie moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair to pull me closer.
So I suckled her clit, making her cry out loud this time.
“Yes!”
“Quiet,” I reminded her in amusement. “I thought you didn't want anyone to hear.”
“I… don't care…” she groaned, grinding shamelessly on my face. It got me so hard that it hurt, and I obliged her, eating her like I couldn't get enough.
“Ryland,” Allie pleaded hoarsely, staring down at me with fever-bright eyes. “I'm going to…”
My hands tightened on her hips, tilting her pussy to my mouth.
It was a damned erotic sight to be watching her watching me, and my cock was rock hard from the show she was giving me. Every movement strained my swollen head against the front of my pants, but I wanted her to come first, wanted to taste her climax all over my tongue.
Then Allie threw her head back, rocking against me. She arched her back, grabbing my head and grinding her pussy against my mouth as she moaned my name and came on my face.
“Ryland… oh my god, yes…”
As she came down from the high, I got up and spun her around to face the door.
“My turn,” I growled. I unzipped my pants and kicked her legs apart. “Hold tight.”
Allie whimpered as she obeyed, resting her trembling hands on the painted wood.
Another perk of being in a relationship that I'd discovered?
Allie had begun taking the pill.
I’d have been glad to fuck her in any way she let me, but she had wanted to feel me inside her without a barrier. I never wanted to worship her more than I did then, because that meant I could go in raw, whenever and wherever we wanted.
Like now.
I grabbed her hips and plunged my cock into her, all the way in.
Allie let out a throaty cry.
Unable to hold it back any longer, I began pounding into her from the back, so hard that the doors shook from the impact. Anyone who was outside would hear us, but Allie was too lost to care as she begged me to fuck her faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
Sensing her need, I wrapped my hand in her hair and yanked roughly. She arched back against my chest.
“You like this?” I rasped in her ear as I slammed into her again and again. “You like being fucked from the back?”
“Yes! Yes yes yes,” she chanted mindlessly.
I felt her orgasm building again as she tightened around me. It was the hottest sex I'd ever had, but then again, I felt that way every time I had sex with Allie.
I slammed into her with hard thrusts, again and again, the pleasure so fucking good that I couldn't hold back, couldn't slow down—
“Fuck!”
I finally lost control, spilling my cum inside her in hot, desperate spurts. Allie moaned and came again, her inner pussy squeezing me so tightly that shocks of pleasure shot through my body.
“Oh my god,” she whispered as she fell back against me. “Oh my freaking god.”
“That good?” I panted, giving her a cocky grin.
“You know it was.” She gave me a faint, open-mouthed smile, as if she couldn’t believe we just did that.
Withdrawing from her carefully, I reached down to her clutch on the floor and took out the pack of tissues I knew she always carried around.
Allie took a couple out and carefully wiped away the traces of my cum from her thighs. I wished I could see it marking her body, but unfortunately it was too dark in the entrance.
Later, I promised myself.
“The show has probably restarted,” she said as I tucked my sated cock away and helped her back into her dress. “Should we still go back in?”
“You’ll want to wash up,” I reminded her, although my true motive was actually to get her even dirtier. “I’ll take you back here for next week’s show.”
“Okay.” Allie looked up at me with a shy smile. “I really, really like you, you know?”
“Shit, you make my chest hurt when you get all sweet like that,” I murmured, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ears. “But I still have one more surprise for you to end off our first week.”
Allie’s eyes turned silver. “Really? What is it?”
I couldn’t help but smile at her excitement, like my emotions were tied to hers. It was freaky, but I didn’t want it any other way.
“Pack your bags later,” I told her. “We're headed to the airport after my meeting tomorrow.”
“Oh my god. Are we going to…?”
“Paris,” I said smugly. “We'll be there for the weekend.”
Allie’s face practically shone, although she tried not to show it. “Won't you have work to do?”
“Some, but I'll be taking them along with me. And for the rest of the time,” I said huskily, “I'm all yours.”
Allie bit her lip, gazing up at me through her lashes. “I can't wait.”
“Keep looking at me like that, and we won't have to. We'll go for Round Two right here.”
I gave a low laugh at her wide eyes.
“C'mon.” Taking her hand, I grinned down at her, my chest tight as I bathed in her smile. “Let's get out of here before security arrives.”
I bustled about Ryland’s bedroom, stuffing last minute necessities into my shoulder bag. Worthy had already taken our luggage downstairs to load into the car. From there, we would head to Wyatt Tower to pick Ryland up and go to the airport afterward.
In my twenty-seven years, I had never once been out of the country—I know, right?—and I couldn't believe I was about to in mere hours. Karin had pouted about not being invited
, but I had promised to go together with her next time.
Because this weekend, I wanted Ryland all to myself.
Just before I passed out in exhaustion last night, he had promised all kinds of activities once we got to Paris, both sexual and non-sexual.
I couldn’t wait.
Biting back a grin, I applied a final touch of lipstick in the mirror. Then I hurried down to the basement parking lot, eager to see Ryland again and be on the plane to Paris.
A black sedan was already waiting for me when I stepped out of the basement lobby into the parking lot. From the semi-tinted windows, I could just make out Worthy’s silhouette in the driver's seat, and another man at the back, probably a bodyguard that Ryland had put on duty for me.
I slid into the backseat, smiling to myself.
The instant I shut the car door, the locks clicked shut.
Before I had time to comment on the urgency, I was thrown forward as Worthy floored the accelerator. The tires screeched on the concrete floor as the car lurched and began speeding towards the exit of the parking lot.
I gave a startled laugh. “We're not in a hurry Worthy, slow down—” I broke off when I met the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror.
This man wasn't Worthy.
Confused, I parted my mouth to ask who he was, but another voice spoke first.
“Hello, Allie.”
I stiffened at the familiar voice, slowly turning my head to look beside me.
Please, please don't let it be who I thought it was…
A guy in an all-black suit lounged beside me in the backseat. He had been half-hidden in the shadows of the parking lot, so I hadn't noticed his face.
But now that the car was out on the roads with the morning sun streaming in, there was no mistaking the dark hair that tumbled over his forehead in untamed waves, the watchful amber eyes that were the color of gold. They were like a doll's—beautiful but with no emotion in them.
“Theo.” The blood leached from my face. “What are you doing here? Where’s Worthy?”
Theo half-turned to give me a side look, but even with his casual position, I felt like a rabbit facing down a wolf.
“Your chauffeur's currently lying in a janitor's closet in the parking lot,” he said casually.
At my horrified gasp, he exhaled. “He's not dead, I just knocked him out. As for why I'm here…”
I froze as Theo reached out to stroke my cheeks with the back of his knuckles.
“I'm here for you,” he murmured, his golden gaze taunting.
I swatted his hand away angrily. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “Ryland said you were on our side.”
Theo shrugged, looking nonchalant. “He got it wrong. We’re presently on our way to meet Estelle. She’s pretty excited to see you again.”
Oh god.
This couldn't be happening.
“You asshole,” I said unsteadily. “If either of you lay even a finger on me, Ryland will kill you.”
“Oh, we're not going to hurt you. Much,” Theo added with a faint smile. “We're just going to borrow you for a bit, then we'll return you for a small sum.”
Cold sweat trickled down my back at his words.
We had been betrayed.
And not only that, I was being kidnapped.
Turning to the car door desperately, I grasped the handle and yanked as hard as I could. It didn't budge.
“Stop this car!” I snapped, but the driver kept speeding us down the road with no indication that he even heard me.
“Don't look so scared, it only excites me,” Theo remarked, turning to look outside the window as if he were bored by my antics. “And I'm not going to hurt you, if you cooperate. But if you don't,” he shrugged a shoulder. “All bets are off.”
“You already shot at me once, don't you dare pretend—”
“That wasn't me. Trust me, Allie, if I'd wanted you dead, you wouldn't be here right now.”
I froze at the impassive way he said it, feeling truly afraid now.
“Where's Ryland?” I whispered, shifting to the corner of the seat, as far from Theo as I could. “Did you…did you hurt him?”
Theo shot me a disinterested look. “He's busy. I'd say he's even enjoying himself right now. Estelle paid off his admin girl to keep him occupied while we picked you up.”
He angled his head, watching me. "And when I say keep him occupied, I mean fuck."
My chest gave a painful kick.
I had no doubt that Ryland loved me, but the thought of another woman trying to seduce him made me physically sick.
“Isn't there a problem with that plan?” I countered, feeling less confident than I sounded. “If Ryland cheats on me, that means he won't care enough to ransom me back.”
“Oh, he cares, that part's obvious. But you know Ryland.” Theo smiled at me as if we were sharing an inside joke. “He doesn't do commitment; it's like a cardinal sin to him. That girl’s his type too, all ass and tits, so he won't turn her away. By the time he's finished fucking her brains out, we'd be long gone.”
My nails dug painfully into my palms. “You're crazy,” I choked. “You and Estelle are both insane.”
“Probably.” Theo reached into his jacket pocket and produced a few cable ties, each as wide as my little finger. “Now, I'll need you to hold out your hands for me.”
“Fuck you!”
“I might let you, if you ask nicely.” Theo cocked his head. “Or must we do this the hard way?”
He reached into his jacket again, withdrawing something bulky this time.
A gun.
I froze as he laid it on his thigh in silent threat.
“Give me your hands,” he repeated softly.
I swallowed hard, and slowly held them out.
The moment Theo took his eyes off me, I darted for the gun.
But Theo had expected that.
He easily snared my wrists in one hand, smiling down at me as if I were a misbehaving kitten.
“So predictable,” he drawled. “You're disappointing, Allie.”
“Let go!” I screamed, feeling truly panicked now.
But Theo didn't budge even with my struggling. His iron grip was firm as a manacle as he trapped my wrists in one hand, effortlessly securing the cable ties around them with the other. The heavy-duty plastic dug into my skin as he tightened them, squeezing my wrists together painfully.
I fell back into the seat when Theo released me, glaring at him with hatred.
“Ryland will definitely kill you now,” I vowed.
“If he finds me,” Theo returned coolly. “But he won't, not until it's too late.”
I ground my molars, fury nearly choking me, but against Theo, I was as good as powerless.
“One last thing.”
Theo held one hand up, letting a strip of black cloth dangle from his fingers.
“I need you to close your eyes for me…”
***
I stood over the laptop at my desk, adding my final comments to a report before sending it to Langdon's email. The position I’d created for Allie had been left empty when she left, and I had been too busy trying to find her to interview for a replacement.
So I’d taken the most obvious option.
I threw my Head of Security into the job.
Langdon handled it pretty well, surprisingly, even with his whining about being deskbound. But I paid him extra to keep his mouth shut, so there he stayed.
The arrangement worked out fine for me anyway. It meant more time I could spend with Allie instead of trying to find a new assistant.
I shut my laptop and shoved it into my briefcase, smiling to myself like an idiot.
But who could blame me?
I was headed for my first proper vacation in years, with the hottest woman in the world. Just thinking of all the things I planned do to her in bed—and out of it—was enough to give me a hard-on.
Overall, I thought I did pretty damned well for myself.
The only problem that remaine
d was Estelle. Theo had not replied to the voicemail I'd left last night, but I didn't have the patience or the luxury to wait on him.
In the meantime, Cam had already located the two shooters, and was working on extracting information from them. It was only a matter of days before they broke and we had our dirt on Estelle.
It wasn't as perfect as getting her convicted of the murder, but it was still better than nothing.
And if we played it right, we would have our freedom. I’d be free to offer Allie the rest of my life once I had it back.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
A soft knock came at the door just as I picked up my briefcase and slung my jacket over my shoulder.
“Enter.”
The door clicked open, and shut again. I gave a cursory glance to see Aurelia standing by the door.
“Leave it on my desk,” I said, checking my watch. “If it's urgent, drop me an email and I'll follow up during my flight.”
The time was just past twelve. Worthy would already be waiting downstairs, along with Allie.
I tamped down a grin as I strode to the door, coming up short when I saw that Aurelia was still standing there.
“What's the problem?” I frowned.
“Mr. Wyatt,” she began. Then she cleared her throat. “Ryland.”
My frown deepened.
My employees didn’t address me by name. Ever.
“What is it?” I said sharply. “I'm running late, so make it quick.”
Aurelia raised her chin and looked up at me then, wearing an expression that I recognized all too well in a woman.
What the fuck…?
I stared, stunned into silence as she reached up to her blouse and began to undo the buttons.
“I want you, Ryland,” she said softly, her eyes heavy-lidded as she watched me. “I always have. And I know you want me too. I can see the way you look at—”
She broke off when I strode past her and flung my office doors open.
“Langdon!” I barked at the man at Allie's old desk. “Get your fucking ass in here!”
Aurelia gaped as Langdon made his way over way too slowly for my liking.
“What now? Is it—holy shit?”
Langdon stared slack-jawed at a red-faced Aurelia, who had frozen in the middle of her undressing.
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