CHAPTER EIGHT

SAVANNAH

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He doesn't know. There is no way he could know.

I lift my coffee to my lips and sip as Ryder walks into the kitchen. Our eyes lock.

Shit, he knows.

The liquid burns my tongue and I drop the mug, cursing as it splashes on my top.

"Morning." His voice is thick and sexy.

"Hi." I reach for a towel and wipe the coffee from my white silk blouse.

It does nothing. I need to get it off fast or it will stain.

"Can you turn around?" I ask.

"What?"

With my fingers, I do the turnaround motion. "I have to strip."

His eyes widen, but he spins, so I rip off my top and plunge it under the running cold water.

"Where is your team?" he asks.

"Meeting us there," I say, dabbing the delicate silk.

"How did you sleep?" Ryder asks, and I clench my eyes closed.

He absolutely knows I was pleasuring myself like a horny creep while on the phone with him last night. Damn him.

I glance over my shoulder, well aware I'm standing in my kitchen wearing only a bra and short pink skirt, and find him facing me.

His eyes drift lazily down my body.

I wring the top out and then curse as I realize I left the tea towel on the marble counter behind me. Well, he's now going to get a good eyeful of my white lacy bra and tits.

If he's seen my movies, he's seen them wrapped in lingerie before. As millions have.

So why am I stalling?

Because I touched myself thinking about him. I crave him. We have this unspoken chemistry, and I've just ripped my top off.

That's why.

And why is he still here? He could have left.

I spin around and Ryder's eyes dart straight to my breasts, then up to my face. For a long second we stare at one another, the air supercharged around us as sparks sizzle.

I know then it's not just me.

He feels this too.

The water from the top drips down onto my leg and snaps me out of it.

"I need to put this in the wash." I lift it in the air and head through a door which leads to the laundry room.

I find the stain remover and spray the coffee mark, then drop it into the washer, filling it with laundry powder and turning it on.

When I turn to leave, Ryder is in the doorway.

I swallow.

Deep in his eyes, I see all the desire he's been hiding. His smirks are gone, and all that's left is a dominant man forcing himself not to touch me.

He takes a couple of steps and I tug my bottom lip between my teeth.

"We need to talk," he says roughly.

"Why did you phone last night?" I ask. Those steel blue eyes roam around my face, and this time, I take a step closer to him.

"Why did you answer?" he rasps.

Because I wanted to hear your voice and have you in my bed with me.

"I shouldn't have."

He pulls in a sharp breath and dips his eyes to my breasts. I feel my nipples harden.

"Fuck." Ryder wipes a hand over his face.

Suddenly, I need him to touch me. Badly. My body is still a thrumming pool of need despite coming last night.

But I wasn't fulfilled. Not like I could be. Not like this man could make me feel.

"Touch me." I hear the words fall from my lips.

"I can't," Ryder growls. "I need you to get dressed."

I don't know what's come over me. I'm never this brazen but I know with my last breath that if we leave this room, the opportunity presenting itself will never happen again.

I reach behind and undo my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Then I unzip my skirt.

"What are you doing?" His voice gruff.

"I need to change my entire outfit," I whisper as my skirt slides down my legs.

I step out of it.

"Fucking hell, Savannah," Ryder growls, taking in my thin white lace thong, which barely covers me.

Aside from that, I'm only wearing a pair of blush heels. I don't think I've ever felt so brazen and sexy in my life.

He could reject me.

He could even laugh.

But he doesn't. He fights with himself, glaring at me as I close the distance.

"I better put some clothes on then," I say when I'm right in front of him.

He's at least a foot taller than me and almost fills the doorway with his broad shoulders and chest. My face arches up and I breathe in his masculine scent as he pants.

When he doesn't react, my eyes drop, and I start to move.

Ryder's hand snaps out and catches mine down at our sides.

I still. Waiting.

His eyes drift from mine down to my breasts and I watch his nostrils flare.

"Take your panties off."

Fucking hell, I nearly come right there and then.

He releases my hand as I slide the lace down my legs and begin to kick off a shoe.

"Leave them on."

Okay, well, that's sexy. But Jesus, does he not know how tricky that is? These heels are seven inches long.

Oh.

Ryder lifts me off the floor and the lace flutters to the floor. My eyes fly to his in surprise and he smirks.

Good god, this man is fire.

Next minute, I'm on the washing machine as it vibrates away, and he has his hands on my breasts.

"Spread your legs wide." Ryder instructs and leans me back. Then his fingers are at my sex and I'm moaning. "Is this what you were doing last night?"

Holy hell.

"Yes," I whimper as he leans over me. He slides them through my flesh, helping himself to all of me, and then circles my clit.

"You're soaking wet, Savannah." Ryder lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers.

"Oh, Jesus." I moan, my body now trembling with need.

"Sweet like honey." He pulls them out. "Tell me what you need. What do you want?"

"Kiss me," I say.

"No."

I blink, surprised.

"I'll fuck you. I'll lick you until you come." He pinches my nipple and I groan. "But this must remain between us, or I walk away."

Neither of us wants this to be public. I can't have people knowing I'm banging my bodyguard, and his company doesn't allow their staff to act inappropriately with their clients. I saw it in the small print.

And I'm pretty sure this would qualify.

I'm naked on top of my washing machine while his fingers stroke my pussy.

"Choose," he demands.

What?

"Do you want me to fuck you or lick you, Savannah?"

Both. I want his mouth on me. I want to feel his cock inside me. I want all of him. Not just once.

I already know this won't be enough, by the way his expert fingers run through my folds.

I reach out and run mine over the roughness of his jaw and he stiffens.

Why won't he kiss me?

He's wanted me since the second we saw one another. I know that now. Ryder is just better at hiding it.

"I want your cock," I tell him, and his eyes glower and nose flares.

He's so masculine.

Stepping back, he tugs off his shirt and I see the head of his cock peeking out above his pants.

Fucking hell, that means he's big.

I'm trying to take all of him in. His huge tanned and tattooed chest, his six-pack, the V leading down to what I know will be heaven.

Good lord, he's perfect.

Ryder unzips and pulls out his hard thick cock and my mouth waters.

Perfect.

"Play with yourself. I want to watch while I rubber up." He instructs me, so I reach between my legs and slide my fingers around.

"Fuck, you're sexy." He snaps on the condom.

Then he takes over, stepping back between my legs, and tugs my core firmly against his dick.

When I gasp, he grips my neck.

"I fuck hard, Savannah." Ryder promises, and two of his fingers enter me. "I need to know you can take me."

I'm not sure I can, but I'm going to do my best.

His mouth is close to mine, teasing me as his fingers fuck me.

"Do it," I pant.

I need him.

I need him to fill me, fuck me, and make me come so damn hard I'll never forget.

"Good girl." He grunts and swaps his fingers for the head of his shaft. "Relax for me."

Oh hell.

He presses in and I draw in a breath, gripping his thick shoulders. "Yes. Oh god. Yes."

"Suck in my cock." He inches in farther as I close my eyes. "Take me in your tight, wet cunt, Savannah."

Oh, god. I'm not going to lie. It hurts, but I'm not a quitter.

"More." Ryder pushes, and then pulls back, thrusting once more. I groan, and with his hand still around my throat, his eyes locked with mine. "You like that?"

"Yes."

"Can you feel me thick and deep inside you? Fucking this pussy?"

"Yes."

The washing machine changes its vibration and Ryder speeds up. His eyes are intense as his body slaps against mine.

"Look at those tits as I fuck you." He growls. "Clench my cock. Milk me, sweetheart."

Slam, slam, slam.

"Is this what your pussy needed last night?" He taunts, watching me with his dark aroused face.

"Yes."

"Fuck," he cries. "Did you use your fingers or a toy?"

I wrap my legs tighter around him and feel myself start to get close.

"Both, shit, Ryder, my god. I'm going to come."

"No," he says, then pulls out.

What the hell?

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RYDER

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I pull out of Savannah's pussy and lean down. This is only happening once, and I need to taste her.

I had no idea how fucking good she'd feel, but I'm not wasting this opportunity.

I lap her juices and groan.

"Oh fuck," she cries and out of the corner of my eye I spot a large chair.

This washing machine is getting out of control.

I lick her pink glistening pussy once more, taking what I want from her, then slide my hands under her ass, lifting her.

Then I walk over to the chair as she clings to my shoulders, asking what I'm doing.

Sitting down, I position her over me.

"Sit on my cock," I order.

"You're crazy," she says, gripping me tighter and lowering herself onto my engorged cock once more.

"Yes," I moan. "Fuck, you feel good."

She does. Her channel is fucking tight, and I know I'll be dreaming of her pussy for many nights after this.

"Jesus you're even bigger like this." She tries to lift off, but I stop her.

"Don't think so, sweetheart. Get back down on my cock. You belong to me right now."

She cries out, but her moans are full of desire and pleasure.

I can't believe she fucking stripped and offered herself to me. I'll probably get fired, but right now I don't goddamn care.

This has to happen.

We had to fuck this out of our systems.

"I warned you," I growl. "You take me all or none. Now. Hold on."

Her eyes fly open as I lift her hips and piston my cock in and out. Savannah finds her momentum as my thrusts speed up, her breasts bouncing wildly.

Heat slices down my spine as her lips part. She's ready, I'm ready. Our bodies dance together creating a delicious friction I knew would be possible the first moment I saw her.

One I want to repeat, and I haven't ejaculated yet.

I cup her breast, lowering my mouth and sucking her nipple.

She arches and tightens further.

When I feel her tremble, I know it's time.

"You can come," I say. "I want to feel your pussy contract around my cock as you come."

"Yes, yes, oh god, oh god."

She's close.

I force my hips up, slamming into her.

"That's it. Such a naughty girl taking your clothes off because you wanted to be fucked."

"I'm so naughty."

"You like being a naughty slut?"

"Yes," she screams, and fucking hell, my balls tighten and a shock wave spears down my spine.

Come shoots out of me into this forbidden pussy.

Jesus.

I just fucked Savannah Sinclair.