my clit feels like it’s
going to explode. “But only if you follow my rules.”
After leaving England, I promised myself that I only follow my own
rules now.
But that was before tonight. Before I met Ryder. And his tongue.
“You’re in charge,” I whisper.
“Louder,” he says, grazing my opening with his fingers,
grinning at me like someone who has a secret.
Of course, what he has is no secret. What he has is me.
“You’re in charge, you asshole,” I say.
“That’s more like it,” he says. “That’s
what I like about you, Cassie. Never afraid to speak your mind.
Though if I were such an asshole, I wouldn’t do this, now would
I?” He rolls my panties down my hips, past my knees, nuzzling
his head between my thighs, and with the tip of his tongue, he draws
circles against my slick pussy, smaller and smaller and smaller until
he is batting my clit quickly, forcefully, hungrily.
I clutch Ryder’s soft hair, my legs tensing around his head as
I get closer and closer to coming.
“Oh my God,” I pant, my nails digging into his scalp.
“Ryder. Please—”
He doesn’t let up for a second, just groans into me as he licks
and sucks even harder, and I can feel the vibrations every place that
his mouth touches. I gasp for breath, loudly, and hearing my response
he groans again, drawing it out, knowing exactly what he’s
doing to me, unrelenting, and I feel it so deep, the sweet pressure
building faster and higher, and then I’m stifling a scream—
OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod
Ryder reaches up and covers my mouth with his hand, so when I come
calling his name, biting that hand, the sound is muffled within the
quiet office.
Every muscle, every fiber, every cell release, and my insides feel
like a never-ending meteor shower, a million watts of energy. I try
to catch my breath. My whole body is limp, wrung out, spent.
What the fuck just happened?
I don’t know. But the way I feel, like I’m floating on
the surface of a deep, warm pool, I kind of want it to keep
happening.
Ryder stands and kisses the corners of my mouth, one and then the
other, and I grab ahold of his hips, pulling myself closer to him. I
untuck his shirt and bend forward to kiss the ridge of his V-muscle
as I blindly try to undo his zipper, which seems barely to be holding
up against the firmness between his legs.
“Hey, Ryde?” Jackson’s voice from outside
interrupts us, breaks the spell of Ryder’s body in my hands. A
rap on the door, the creak of its opening, a couple clacks of
Jackson’s fancy loafers on the hardwood—it all must take
just a few seconds, but it feels like it’s slow motion, like
when a monster walks into a really nice dream and you realize now
you’re in a nightmare.
It’s Jackson’s office, too, I guess, but would it kill
him to wait for a Come in ?
“Hang on, dude, hang on,” Ryder says, pushing down his
erection as he tucks in his shirt. He throws me my jeans, and I
scramble to get them on, hopping around on one foot and then the
other in the dark, falling into a stack of boxes full of accounting
files in the corner, my post-orgasm legs not quite returned to full
strength. “Give us a sec.”
“Oh, shit, sorry,” Jackson says, swiveling his head away
from us, as it dawns on him, I imagine, that we weren’t just
doing some late-night number crunching in here. “I didn’t
know anyone else...” He trails off as he turns to leave, his
hand on the knob to pull it behind him, and still putting on one of
my shoes, I scurry out into the hallway before he shuts it, not
looking at him, not looking back at Ryder.
What the fuck did I just do with my boss?
I think about that question the rest of the night as I serve drink
specials and plates of tuna tartare like everything’s normal
and avoid Ryder like it’s part of the job.
I never do come up with a good answer.
CASSIE
CH. 11
What
the hell have I done?
The
thought wakes me up this morning, followed by, or maybe simultaneous
to, the
going to explode. “But only if you follow my rules.”
After leaving England, I promised myself that I only follow my own
rules now.
But that was before tonight. Before I met Ryder. And his tongue.
“You’re in charge,” I whisper.
“Louder,” he says, grazing my opening with his fingers,
grinning at me like someone who has a secret.
Of course, what he has is no secret. What he has is me.
“You’re in charge, you asshole,” I say.
“That’s more like it,” he says. “That’s
what I like about you, Cassie. Never afraid to speak your mind.
Though if I were such an asshole, I wouldn’t do this, now would
I?” He rolls my panties down my hips, past my knees, nuzzling
his head between my thighs, and with the tip of his tongue, he draws
circles against my slick pussy, smaller and smaller and smaller until
he is batting my clit quickly, forcefully, hungrily.
I clutch Ryder’s soft hair, my legs tensing around his head as
I get closer and closer to coming.
“Oh my God,” I pant, my nails digging into his scalp.
“Ryder. Please—”
He doesn’t let up for a second, just groans into me as he licks
and sucks even harder, and I can feel the vibrations every place that
his mouth touches. I gasp for breath, loudly, and hearing my response
he groans again, drawing it out, knowing exactly what he’s
doing to me, unrelenting, and I feel it so deep, the sweet pressure
building faster and higher, and then I’m stifling a scream—
OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod
Ryder reaches up and covers my mouth with his hand, so when I come
calling his name, biting that hand, the sound is muffled within the
quiet office.
Every muscle, every fiber, every cell release, and my insides feel
like a never-ending meteor shower, a million watts of energy. I try
to catch my breath. My whole body is limp, wrung out, spent.
What the fuck just happened?
I don’t know. But the way I feel, like I’m floating on
the surface of a deep, warm pool, I kind of want it to keep
happening.
Ryder stands and kisses the corners of my mouth, one and then the
other, and I grab ahold of his hips, pulling myself closer to him. I
untuck his shirt and bend forward to kiss the ridge of his V-muscle
as I blindly try to undo his zipper, which seems barely to be holding
up against the firmness between his legs.
“Hey, Ryde?” Jackson’s voice from outside
interrupts us, breaks the spell of Ryder’s body in my hands. A
rap on the door, the creak of its opening, a couple clacks of
Jackson’s fancy loafers on the hardwood—it all must take
just a few seconds, but it feels like it’s slow motion, like
when a monster walks into a really nice dream and you realize now
you’re in a nightmare.
It’s Jackson’s office, too, I guess, but would it kill
him to wait for a Come in ?
“Hang on, dude, hang on,” Ryder says, pushing down his
erection as he tucks in his shirt. He throws me my jeans, and I
scramble to get them on, hopping around on one foot and then the
other in the dark, falling into a stack of boxes full of accounting
files in the corner, my post-orgasm legs not quite returned to full
strength. “Give us a sec.”
“Oh, shit, sorry,” Jackson says, swiveling his head away
from us, as it dawns on him, I imagine, that we weren’t just
doing some late-night number crunching in here. “I didn’t
know anyone else...” He trails off as he turns to leave, his
hand on the knob to pull it behind him, and still putting on one of
my shoes, I scurry out into the hallway before he shuts it, not
looking at him, not looking back at Ryder.
What the fuck did I just do with my boss?
I think about that question the rest of the night as I serve drink
specials and plates of tuna tartare like everything’s normal
and avoid Ryder like it’s part of the job.
I never do come up with a good answer.
CASSIE
CH. 11
What
the hell have I done?
The
thought wakes me up this morning, followed by, or maybe simultaneous
to, the
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