CHAPTER EIGHT

WALKER

While I hate that Riley didn’t sleep over last night, I respect her work ethic and didn’t want to guilt her into staying when she’s been overworked and stressed out. Still, I missed her when I woke up this morning to an empty bed. Especially when it still smelled of sex.

She was different last night. Unabashed, yet timid at times. I didn’t have the right to ask her what was on her mind when I wasn’t about to tell her what was on mine. It doesn’t feel like we’ve only known each other for a few weeks. And in those few weeks, we’ve only spent two evenings together and never talked in between.

You could say we’ve gone out twice. Not nearly enough time to fall for her. Not nearly enough time to want to spend every waking minute with her.

Nope.

That would make me needy and clingy. Two things I’m anything but.

Between the hot-as-Hell night I had with Riley and my disappointment in her not staying, I totally forgot to set my alarm for my eight a.m. flight. I was awake at seven, but that didn’t leave me enough time to throw my crap in my suitcase and get to the airport in time. The next flight available isn’t until noon, so I get a quick workout in, shower, pack, and talk myself in and out of stopping by Boston Strong.

The reasons I should stop by win out. I remember Riley mentioning she drinks matcha tea, so I pick up one as well as a selection of muffins and a fruit salad. I have no idea if she had time to eat this morning before her six a.m. Pilates class—the reason she couldn’t stay the night.

Julie greets me as soon as I enter the facility.

“Welcome back. Are you on our calendar today?” She types on her computer, and I hold up the bag and to-go cup.

“Bringing sustenance to the boss. Is she available?”

Julie reads her computer screen and frowns. “She’s on a call right now. I’m not sure how long she’ll be.”

“No problem. I’ll just drop these off. She’s in her office?” I start to move toward the stairs, not giving Julie the chance to offer to take them from me.

“It’s the last room on the right.”

I take the stairs two at a time and slow my pace when I hear her frustration from her office. The door is partially open, and I stand outside waiting for a good time to knock.

“I appreciate your concern, Mr. Tompkins, but I can assure you one hundred percent of the money raised from the 5K goes toward training and scholarships for underprivileged kids.”

“There’s a lot of scams out there. How do I know you’re not pocketing the money from this event? I haven’t heard of your program before.”

Riley must have the phone on speaker, otherwise I’d be tempted to ring Mr. Tompkins by the neck for insinuating Riley is anything but honest.

“If your accounting department would like me to send a copy of last year’s expenditures, I’m more than happy to. I have a detailed report of where and how all the monies raised from the event were spent.”

“Yes. We’ll need that. How much did you raise last year?”

“Just over sixteen thousand dollars. I can send you the direct link to our website where you can download the information.”

Sixteen grand? For everything she offers for free? That’s not even enough to cover the basic equipment needs.

“If everything looks reputable, we can contribute up to five hundred dollars.”

He wants a list of last year’s expenditures for a measly five hundred dollar donation? I push the door open with my shoulder and enter Riley’s office. With her back to me, she doesn’t see me, and I lean against the wall and watch her. She clenches her fists and shakes them in the air with fury. She scowls at her phone on her desk and paces back and forth.

“That’s very generous of you and your investment firm. And if anyone in your firm would like to participate in the 5K, I’ve emailed the sign-up form to your administrative assistant.” Her smile is fake, her tone pacifying.

“Oh, there’s no need for that. Send over your report. I’ll see what I can do.”

“I appreciate it, Mr—” The dial tone sings through the air and Riley curses. “Fucking cheapskate.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“Jesus!” She jumps and clutches her hand to her chest. “Walker? What are you doing here? Don’t you have a plane to catch?”

I cross the room toward her and hold out the tea and bakery bag. “Someone put me into an orgasm coma last night and I missed my flight.”

“Sounds terrible. I’m so glad you survived.”

“It was heart stopping.”

She quirks the side of her mouth and takes the tea from me. After sniffing it, she asks, “Matcha? How did you know?”

“You mentioned it before.”

“I did?”

I nod. “In Rhode Island. The morning after, when I made you coffee in the hotel room, you mentioned how much you love matcha.”

“You remembered that?”

“I told you,” I say, moving closer. “I remember everything about our time together.”

She hides behind the cup and takes a tentative sip. “It’s perfect.”

“Perfection.” I wink and set the bag on her desk. “I wasn’t sure if you had time to eat breakfast before your class this morning. Muffins and a fruit cup. Just a little something so you don’t pass out.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Walker.”

“What can I say?” I run the back of my knuckles along her jawline, then trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “I’m a thoughtful guy.”

She sips her tea and closes her eyes with a sigh.

“Mr. Tompkins sounds like a douchebag.”

She chuckles and lifts her gaze to mine. “I wish I could say he’s the only one like that.”

“People are seriously questioning if your fundraiser is legit?”

“To be fair, scammers are ridiculous these days. I don’t blame people for erring on the side of caution.”

“Do you mind me asking what your fundraising goal is?”

She snorts out a laugh. “Anything we raise is more than we have. But if you’re looking for wishful thinking, more than last year will make me happy.”

“Do you have anyone on staff to help?”

“No. I need my staff on the floor helping clients. I enjoy this aspect of the job more than teaching classes, if only I weren’t stretched so thin.”

Wanting to relieve some of the tension from her shoulders, I give her a lopsided grin. “Not gonna lie. I rather like you stretched out. Under me. On top of me. Across my lap.”

She laughs and my cock twitches in my joggers. I should have worn jeans. There’s no hiding what Riley does to me. She lowers her eyes to the serious tent I’m pitching and raises a brow.

“One track mind much?”

“Yeah. And you’re the track.”

“You’re full of lines this morning.”

“Could be from the mind-blowing romp I had with this fine looking woman.”

“Romp?” She giggles, and I grip her hips in my hands, tugging her into my chest.

Or rather, my tent. When my cock brushes against her stomach, she freezes, her eyes wide and full of lust. I recognize the sparkle. She’s as affected by me as I am of her.

“Riley.” I dip my head and whisper her name again across her lips. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m pretty sure this is your fault.”

“Doubtful.” I rub my nose against her cheek and sigh against her ear.

“You come in here bringing me matcha and muffins, looking like a sexy stud muffin yourself in these dark gray joggers.”

“Stud muffin?” I chuckle.

“You can’t deny it.”

“Hm.” I suck her earlobe between my lips and grin when she gasps. “There’s a whole fucking lot I don’t want to deny right now.”

“Then don’t,” she purrs, and works her hand between our bodies, cupping my balls over my sweatpants.

I hadn’t planned on taking things this far. My intentions were honorable. Bring her some food, get a wet kiss before boarding my plane. But what Riley wants, Riley will get.

“Fuck.” I lift her, and when she wraps her legs around my waist, I cross the room to the door, closing it and locking it.

She brings my mouth to hers and kisses me, hard. Her tongue plays in my mouth, and I suck on it like she sucked my dick last night. I swallow her moans and lower her ass to the small conference table.

“I’m fucking starving for you, Riley.” I drop to my knees and tug her leggings down her thighs. With absolutely no finesse, I yank off her sneakers and only have the patience to wait for one leg to be free of her leggings before spreading her thighs with my shoulders and dragging my tongue up her inner thigh.

“Walker. Yes. Please.” She smacks her hand against the table and lifts her hips to my mouth.

I groan when she grabs my hair and pushes my face deeper into the V of her legs. I slide a finger inside her and suck on her clit until her thighs squeeze my head.

“Oh, God. Walker. Right there.” I strum her clit with my tongue and work my fingers in and out of her as she continues to moan and curse and call out my name.

My free hand works its way up her torso and fumbles with the tight elastic of her sports bra. When I’m finally able to expose her tit, I squeeze and massage it with my palm. I lift my head from her wetness and stare at her open mouth.

When she meets my gaze with her eyes, I smile. “Perfection.” I twist my fingers, loving how her tight walls clench, and she closes her eyes. “Eyes on me, Riley. I want to see them turn to rich, dark chocolate when you come on my fingers.”

Her tits rise and fall as her breathing quickens. I lower my mouth back to her clit and keep my eyes on hers. It only takes two more licks and one tug on her clit to have her clamping her teeth and biting back her screams.

When her eyes close and her head tilts back as she explodes on my fingers and mouth, I nearly come in my pants.

I stand and lick my fingers, soaked with her release. “Perfection.”

Riley sits up and tugs me closer, kissing me, tasting herself on my lips. She reaches in my joggers and wraps her warm fingers around my aching cock.

“Please, Walker. I need you inside me.” She pushes down my pants with her heels and edges her ass to the edge of the table. Taking my cock out, she rubs the tip of me against her wet and swollen cunt.

“Fuck, Riley.”

“Exactly.” She jerks her hips forward and I sink into her.

“Holy fuck. Ho-ly fuck.” I drop my gaze to where we’re joined and freeze. “Shit.” The only other time I’ve ever been bare in a pussy was when I took her in the shower in Rhode Island. I hadn’t intended to have shower sex—orgasms, yes—but I couldn’t help myself. Not with a naked, wet Riley in my arms.

I pull out and try to step away, but her legs keep me locked close to her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Condom. I’m not wearing a condom. I’m so sorry, Riley. I wasn’t thinking. I’m clean. Swear to God, I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone since you. Since way before you.”

She bites her bottom lip, staring at my thick cock, coated with her juices, and I swear I see her salivating.

Watching her watch my cock has me growing even harder. If that’s even fucking possible.

“I’m clean too,” she whispers, still staring as if contemplating what to do with it.

“I don’t have any protection on me. I wasn’t expecting to...I didn’t come here to...”

She lifts those beautiful eyes to me and kisses me. It’s not a soft kiss, but not hard either. She makes love to my mouth and holds me close, dangerously close as my cock brushes up against her inner thigh.

She moans, or maybe it’s me. I don’t fucking know. All I know is I’m obsessed with this woman. Her softness, her humor, her dirty mouth, her body, her warmth. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

Riley inches her center closer and my dick twitches, hitting her pussy. I rest my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry I didn’t come prepared.”

She stares deep into my eyes and strokes my cheeks with her hand. “I need you, Walker. I want you,” she says gently. “But I’m not on birth control.”

Her eyes lower to my chest as if she’s ashamed. Fuck, I want to fill her again, feel the walls of her pussy clamp my dick.

“Can you...pull out?” she asks shyly.

Fuck . “Are you sure? I can still please you in other ways.” I skim my hand up her thigh and insert two fingers deep inside her.

She tips her head back and moans. “I need you, Walker.”

Fuck. Me. Now. If ever my strength has been tested. The first time this happened, my brain was so sex crazed I hadn’t realized I’d been fucking her bare until I almost came inside her. This time, we’re both cognizant of the situation. Of the ramifications.

It only makes me harder.

“Only for a minute.” I’ll give her one more orgasm and finish myself off in my hand. I replace my fingers with my cock and her moans grow louder.

“Yes. Oh, God, Walker. You feel so good.”

I love how vocal she is during sex. Hell, if I’m not careful, I’m going to love more than her voice and her body. I slide in and out slowly, making sure she finds pleasure, and rub her clit with my thumb.

With my free hand, I push her back down on the table and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her legs tighten around my waist and she uses her heels to draw me in deeper.

“Baby. I need you to come. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

Her inner walls pulse around my cock and she arches her back as she explodes on my dick. On my bareback dick. Fuck. One more pump and then I’ll—

“Fuuuck!” I pull out just in time and come on her stomach.

We lie there panting for air while I try to keep my sweatshirt out of the mess I made on her.

“Wow.” Riley drapes her arm across her eyes. “Wow,” she repeats.

“I prefer God, but I get if I fucked the words out of you.”

Her stomach shakes with her laughter. “I can’t believe we just did that in my office.”

I straighten and moan as my softening dick begs me to shove it back inside her. I help Riley to a seated position and glance around her office. “Do you have a towel?”

“In my gym bag.” She points to a navy-blue duffel in the corner.

I give her a chaste kiss and cross the room to her bag. Much to my dismay, when I turn around again, she’s tucked her tits back into her sports bra and righted her shirt. I wipe her clean first, then dry my cock. When I’m as dry as I’m going to get, I pull up my joggers and help Riley with her leggings.

After struggling for a bit, she giggles and swats my hand away. “I can do it.”

“I’m much better at taking your clothes off than I am at putting them back on.”

Riley hops off the table and shimmies her hips until her leggings are back in place. “I hope I didn’t make you miss your flight again.”

“Totally worth it if I do.” I kiss her lips, keeping my tongue to myself or I really will miss it. Not that I care.

“Thank you for taking my mind off work. You’re really good at that.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” I brush a strand of hair that came loose from her ponytail and give her one more kiss on her cheek.

“I’d offer to walk you out, but I don’t trust my legs on those stairs right now.”

I hear her loud and clear. She needs her space. I’m not offended. The chemistry, the feelings, the everything between us is more than either of us planned. Some space is needed, but not necessarily wanted.

“Eat a muffin. You got a good workout this morning.” I give her body one final perusal and wink at her. “Perfection.”

I let myself out and don’t stop smiling until I’m sound asleep on the plane.