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Authors: Terry Bolryder
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was when he was making love to her.
A deep part of her said, Let’s keep him .
Another part said, We’ve been wrong before. He could leave us. We have no promise of anything. And to be fair, when she made love to him, she hadn’t demanded anything but the pleasure he could give her. She had no right to be angry with him for something that had been her choice.
But that was when she’d thought he’d been just as carried away as she was. Heck, she’d only been alone with him for two minutes before she practically jumped his bones. Gone was the practical accountant; in her place was a feral animal eager to get any piece of him.
It wasn’t like her. She rubbed her chest over her heart, still not feeling fully like herself. Perhaps it was just the sex, but she still felt exhilarated. More alive than ever before.
And damn, could he do sex.
But then she’d seen the clothes in the closet. He hadn’t changed his mind and brought her to her own private cabin, as she’d initially thought. He’d brought her to his place, like a presumptuous first date who assumed he was going to get some. Worse, she’d proven him right.
But even as her logical mind chastised her for her indiscretion, her body ached with relief that they’d been together. It had felt wonderful, been exactly what she needed, and he’d used protection. So what was the harm? She wasn’t old-fashioned enough to feel that it should affect his opinion of her. And yet, she still wanted him to know she didn’t just jump into bed with every hot billionaire that wanted her.
Crazy as it sounded, there had been something between them. Something she wanted to explore, even though she knew better than to hope for something to happen this quickly with one of the most powerful men in the country.
Ryder Hart. Ryder Hart had been making love to her. She could barely believe it.
He was waiting out there. She giggled again at his attempt to be commanding. Sure, it had made her go weak in the knees. But she also knew now she had equal, or maybe more, power over him now. His attempt to command her had simply stemmed from his adorable sense of frustration at the situation. And looking at his crumpled brow, rumpled clothing, and huge muscles that could nonetheless not get him out of this mess, she couldn’t fight back a laugh.
And it had felt good and made her feel more in control of a situation that had started to worry her.
She wasn’t going to fall too hard for Ryder Hart. Not more than she wanted to. She’d taken what she wanted, no more, and as she heard him out and got to know him, maybe she’d be more able to decide what she wanted from him.
She grinned and opened her suitcase, looking for something to torture him. She heard his low, sexy voice on the phone, probably ordering dinner, and lust coiled inside her again. No , she told her body, we’re not doing that again. Not soon. We need to get to know him. See if we can trust him .
You can , a part of her said. But she ignored it. She needed more than intuition this time. It was too easy to mistake intuition for simply something she wanted anyway. She wouldn’t be fooled again.
And with a man who could have any choice of woman on his arm, she’d have to be extra careful if she didn’t want to end up cheated on again.
She put on a bra that pushed the ladies up and together in a pleasing way, pulled on some Spanx that smoothed from the bottom of her breasts to her knees, and put on a soft V-neck sweater in red and a form-fitting black skirt. She gave her hair a quick toss, knowing there was nothing much she could do for the tight, unruly curls, and swiped on her signature red lipstick. Her pretty brown skin didn’t need makeup, still glowing from sex, so she crossed through the room and opened the door to peek out shyly.
Though she was pretty sure she was a knockout in this outfit, she couldn’t help feeling a shudder of self-consciousness when she met his sapphire-blue gaze. His full lips pressed
A deep part of her said, Let’s keep him .
Another part said, We’ve been wrong before. He could leave us. We have no promise of anything. And to be fair, when she made love to him, she hadn’t demanded anything but the pleasure he could give her. She had no right to be angry with him for something that had been her choice.
But that was when she’d thought he’d been just as carried away as she was. Heck, she’d only been alone with him for two minutes before she practically jumped his bones. Gone was the practical accountant; in her place was a feral animal eager to get any piece of him.
It wasn’t like her. She rubbed her chest over her heart, still not feeling fully like herself. Perhaps it was just the sex, but she still felt exhilarated. More alive than ever before.
And damn, could he do sex.
But then she’d seen the clothes in the closet. He hadn’t changed his mind and brought her to her own private cabin, as she’d initially thought. He’d brought her to his place, like a presumptuous first date who assumed he was going to get some. Worse, she’d proven him right.
But even as her logical mind chastised her for her indiscretion, her body ached with relief that they’d been together. It had felt wonderful, been exactly what she needed, and he’d used protection. So what was the harm? She wasn’t old-fashioned enough to feel that it should affect his opinion of her. And yet, she still wanted him to know she didn’t just jump into bed with every hot billionaire that wanted her.
Crazy as it sounded, there had been something between them. Something she wanted to explore, even though she knew better than to hope for something to happen this quickly with one of the most powerful men in the country.
Ryder Hart. Ryder Hart had been making love to her. She could barely believe it.
He was waiting out there. She giggled again at his attempt to be commanding. Sure, it had made her go weak in the knees. But she also knew now she had equal, or maybe more, power over him now. His attempt to command her had simply stemmed from his adorable sense of frustration at the situation. And looking at his crumpled brow, rumpled clothing, and huge muscles that could nonetheless not get him out of this mess, she couldn’t fight back a laugh.
And it had felt good and made her feel more in control of a situation that had started to worry her.
She wasn’t going to fall too hard for Ryder Hart. Not more than she wanted to. She’d taken what she wanted, no more, and as she heard him out and got to know him, maybe she’d be more able to decide what she wanted from him.
She grinned and opened her suitcase, looking for something to torture him. She heard his low, sexy voice on the phone, probably ordering dinner, and lust coiled inside her again. No , she told her body, we’re not doing that again. Not soon. We need to get to know him. See if we can trust him .
You can , a part of her said. But she ignored it. She needed more than intuition this time. It was too easy to mistake intuition for simply something she wanted anyway. She wouldn’t be fooled again.
And with a man who could have any choice of woman on his arm, she’d have to be extra careful if she didn’t want to end up cheated on again.
She put on a bra that pushed the ladies up and together in a pleasing way, pulled on some Spanx that smoothed from the bottom of her breasts to her knees, and put on a soft V-neck sweater in red and a form-fitting black skirt. She gave her hair a quick toss, knowing there was nothing much she could do for the tight, unruly curls, and swiped on her signature red lipstick. Her pretty brown skin didn’t need makeup, still glowing from sex, so she crossed through the room and opened the door to peek out shyly.
Though she was pretty sure she was a knockout in this outfit, she couldn’t help feeling a shudder of self-consciousness when she met his sapphire-blue gaze. His full lips pressed
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