Chapter 138
KATE
I entered the elevator, and he did the same. I pressed the button for the parking lot.
"Wasn't it you who was upset because you thought I cared more about work than about you?"
"Don't try to do that."
"So, you can be upset, and I can't?"
"It was just a phone call."
"A phone call that interrupted our sex. Should I be happy about it?"
"It's clear that you don't understand how important my work is to me."
"I wish I were more important than it."
"Are you mocking me?"
He laughed. Son of a bitch.
The doors opened, and I started walking toward my car. He kept following me.
I stopped next to my car.
"What are you doing?"
"What?"
"Following me."
"I want to finish what we started."
"No. I'm going home."
"I'll go with you."
"I didn't invite you."
"I'm your boyfriend; I don't need an invitation. Give me the keys."
Boyfriend? It was so strange to hear that.
"No. And stop being sarcastic."
"Don't be stubborn."
"Go home, Ryan."
He approached, the smile disappeared, and he became serious, staring at me.
"I will fuck you here or at your place. You choose. What's it gonna be?"
Damn it. I still desired him inside me.
"I have a lot of work to do," I managed to say.
Remember, you're angry with him.
"Don't use that excuse with me."
He extended his open hand, waiting for me to give him the keys. I handed them over with a sigh, giving up on my anger.
He got into the car. I walked around and did the same. His cologne filled the space inside the car. I stared at his profile. He loosened his tie and took off his jacket. Sexy as hell. His gaze met mine.
"What?" he asked, realizing I was staring at him.
The urge to kill him and the anger were replaced by the desire to ride him.
Taking off my shoes I did, after all, he was mine. I had the right. I crawled on my knees across the seat until I straddled his lap. He remained still as I positioned my folded legs on either side of his thighs.
Then he hurriedly removed my dress with my assistance. His hands skillfully removed my bra, and his fingers lightly brushed against my nipples, making me shiver and close my eyes.
"No teasing this time, please."
His touch made me moan desperately, and the spot between my legs begged to be touched.
"Please, Nat."
He stopped playing with my nipples and used both hands to tear off the black lace panties I was wearing, ripping them from my body.
I hated the fabric of his shirt, preventing my chest from touching his warm and firm skin. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. His eyes didn't waver from my face as his lips took one breast, sucking. His free hand slid down to the bundle of nerves between my legs. I screamed as his fingers applied pressure.
"Shhhh!"
His tongue tormented my nipples. He slid two fingers inside me, and I wanted to scream again but realized that some security guard might hear us. It felt so good, but I needed him inside me. I opened my eyes, searching for his pants. I unbuckled and swiftly removed everything in my way, freeing his hard cock.
He tilted his body slightly so that I could straddle him and let me take control, witnessing my desperation. Placing one hand behind my neck, he moaned when I positioned the tip at my entrance. I descended slowly, experiencing the familiar pain of receiving him, feeling him touch every wall inside me, demanding more space. My body begged to go faster, but I knew the consequences of going too fast with him.
"Move, baby. You're killing me," he moaned. I found his lips and took them, seeking his tongue.
I continued, rising and falling in an increasing rhythm until I couldn't hold back anymore, losing control, feeling sweat engulf me. I wished I had the strength to tear off the damn shirt that prevented me from kissing his chest and touching his stomach and arms.
I loved even the pain of him filling me, tearing me apart, and taking me straight to the abyss. I felt small and incredible next to his massive body. I surrendered, and he became impatient, taking control, thrusting his hips faster. I had to hold onto the steering wheel behind me when I felt my legs weaken and tense up.
And just when I thought I couldn't go further, his fingers massaged my clitoris so incredibly that a quick orgasm hit me, my abdomen spasming while he still moved. Every inch of my skin became sensitive, and I lost myself between one orgasm and another before hearing him groan and explode inside me.
When I opened my eyes, my head was on his shoulder.
"You'll still kill me," I murmured.
"It would be a good way to die, don't you think?"
"Uhm," I agreed.
"Come on, I need to take you home since you insist on work. And think about dinner with my family."
"We don't have a choice, do we?"
"You wanted more, Collins. That's part of the 'more' package."
"I wanted more of Ryan, not Ryan's family. But if it's the only way, I guess it's worth the sacrifice." I smiled, still naked in his embrace.
"Don't you like my family?"
"It's not that; they're lovely. But I worked for you, and they know it, so it makes me uncomfortable."
"My family would never judge you if you really like me."
"Well, then I have nothing to worry about."
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