Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Riley

“ M y father would be upset if he saw me sitting here with you,” I say as I take a sip of wine.

Brantley VanMorgan is sitting across the table from me, looking so handsome in the candlelight. He’s wearing a tailored black suit, white shirt, no tie. He’s older at fifty-two, but he’s hotter than any man my age. He’s fit and in shape with a nice hard body. My fingertips keep tingling with the memory of touching those strong arms and broad shoulders.

But it’s his smile that really does it for me. It gets me all shaken up every time he unleashes it on my unsuspecting self.

“What wouldn’t he have approved of?” he asks, focusing on my answer.

I love how he listens to me. Like he’s hanging off every word I say.

“He would have liked you,” I tell him. “But since we’re both in the Stoney Cup finals, he would have thought this was a mistake. He would have told me I’m letting my guard down. He would have told me to stop fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Is that so?”

“Frankly, he would have told me to get my head out of my ass.”

He lets out a deep laugh and it fills me with excitement. He’s so hot when he laughs. His light blue eyes light up and he lets out the widest smile imaginable. I could stare at him laughing all day.

I keep thinking about that kiss in my office. The way his hands felt on me, the passion I felt. The desire… It was unreal.

I look at his wavy dark hair with wisps of gray and can’t believe that I had my hands in it. It was even softer and thicker than it looks.

I don’t know what came over me back there. Actually, I do. I’m crushing hard on this man. There’s something about him I can’t resist.

After that kiss, the dirty thoughts kept coming. I kept fantasizing about this man bending me over my desk and pulling up my dress. I would have let him if he had tried. There’s no limit to what I would have let him do to me.

Even now, in a public restaurant, my desire is burning . I want to slip off my shoe and slide my foot into his lap to see if he’s as turned on as I am. I want to buy the restaurant, kick everyone out, and get railed on this table. I want to feel him inside me. Deep inside me.

“I think we’re both professional enough to put work aside,” he says as the waitress comes over and drops off a basket of bread. She’s young and pretty, but he doesn’t even glance at her. Those intense blue eyes never leave my face.

“Didn’t you say you’d dismantle the Hyenas if I let you kiss me?” I say with a teasing grin. “I let you, so…”

He grins back at me. “You have no idea the lengths I would go for you.”

“You can keep the team intact,” I say, wondering what those lengths are, wondering about another length of his… “My Vipers can’t achieve greatness without a challenge. We’ll just have to beat you fair and square.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he says.

We connect and chat as we eat our dinner. I love speaking with him. I’ve never met anyone like him.

He’s had so much life experience crammed into his fifty years on the planet, that it would take most people hundreds of years to do even a fraction of what he’s done.

This man is incredible. He’s created two fortune five hundred companies with his bare hands, dined with world leaders, given away hundreds of millions of dollars to charity, and still has tons of plans and dreams to conquer.

I ask him a million questions and he answers them all thoughtfully from career advice to leadership questions to where the best place to vacation in Europe is. I can’t get enough of this fountain of knowledge.

I’ve always been attracted to smart, wise, accomplished men, and you can’t get more of those traits in anyone than Brantley. The fact that he’s smoking hot on top of it all… How can I not be falling in love?

“You’re doing amazing,” he says as he gazes into my eyes. “Just don’t hold yourself back, Riley. I see a fire in you and it’s a disservice to everyone around you to hold it back. Even if it doesn’t seem that way.”

“I know,” I say as I pick at the remaining food on my plate. “It’s just hard sometimes.”

“Of course,” he says, nodding in an understanding way. “You’re a beautiful young woman in a male-dominated field and you have the added pressure of stepping into your father’s impactful legacy while trying to make it your own.”

“When you put it like that it seems impossible,” I say with a sad laugh.

“ Almost impossible,” he says with a sly grin. “But with you, it’s a certainty. You’ll accomplish it all, I’m sure of it. One day you’ll shock everyone, even yourself.”

I take a sip of wine as I stare at him.

Maybe it’s the wine or the nice atmosphere or the high of winning game one, but I’m feeling closer to him right now than I’ve ever felt with anyone else in my entire life. It feels like we’re connecting on levels I never knew existed.

He sees me. Through all the bullshit and fake bravado and fear. He sees the real me. And he likes it.

He’s the only one who’s ever gotten me. And for the first time, I believe that he was talking about me when he mentioned soulmates, and for the first time, I believe he may be right.

“Where are you staying tonight?” I ask, trying to hide the desire in my eyes as I stare at him, but failing miserably at it.

“Wherever the wind takes me.”

I lick my lips and lean over the table. “Do you think the wind can bring you to my place?”

His sparkling eyes roam down to my cleavage that I’m shamelessly showing him. “I think I can arrange that.”

“Good,” I say abruptly sitting back up and making eye contact with the waitress. “Check please.”

“What a view,” Brantley says as he walks into my penthouse suite and looks out at the lit-up city sprawled out before us.

I walk over beside him feeling my heart beating in my chest.

“Beauty everywhere I look,” he softly says as he turns to me.

I swallow hard under the intensity of those beautiful blue eyes, wondering if he’s going to kiss me. My mouth waters as I look at his lips, remembering the taste of them.

“Drinks!” I say, suddenly stepping away from him and turning to the bar. “Can I get you a drink? What would you like? I have beer and wine and everything really. Beer. I have beer. Did I say that already?”

“Beer sounds delicious,” he says with a warm smile.

I’m a bit nervous. I’m all fidgety and I can’t seem to stand still. I’ve never done this before—bring a man back to my place.

I’m freaking out a little.

I open the mini fridge behind the bar and wince when I see some beer cans that I think were here when I moved in. I’m not much of a drinker. I’m not even sure if these have expired. Does beer expire?

I take two out, taking the chance.

“Have you lived here long?” he asks as I crack open the cans and pour them into glasses. I nearly spill one when I see him coming over, approaching like a silver fox panther. He’s so smooth. Everything about him is smooth from his looks, to his clothes, to his movements, to the way he paid the bill at the restaurant. He’s an experienced man who knows how to do it all.

“About seven years,” I say as I hand him the beer.

I hold my breath as he takes a sip, but even if it tastes horrible, he smiles and plays it off like it’s good.

“I’ve been to Cincinnati a handful of times.”

“How do you like it?”

“Much better now that I know you’re here.”

I’m feeling flustered as he watches me while he takes another sip. This man is making me dizzy. My brain seems to be glitching all kinds. It’s a new feeling for me and I don’t quite know how to handle it.

I’m usually good around men. I am a boss in a male-dominated field. I’ve called them into my office, chewed them out, fired them, hired them, inspired them… I’ve done everything but have sex with them.

I’m thirty-four, but it’s never happened.

I spent the last decade and a half glued to my father’s side and no one was going to try to get in my pants with Samuel MacIntosh staring them down.

I could have tried. I mean, there were hundreds of hockey players over the years and I’ve met all sorts of men from around the country who work in the hockey industry.

But I don’t know… None of them really did much for me. I’m not into athletes. I’m into intellect and experience and wisdom.

Brantley has all those in spades.

I never thought I’d be attracted to an older man, but now that it’s happened, it makes total sense. I always found the boys around me so immature. I found them so annoying with the way they always tried to impress me.

But this man doesn’t need to try. Everything about him is impressive.

He’s incredible.

“How rude of me,” I say as I put down my beer. “I didn’t give you a tour. Would you like one?”

“I’d love one,” he says with a heated smile.

I get a little shiver as we head into the dining room. I have a long table that comfortably seats twelve, but I rarely have anyone over.

“Beautiful table,” he says as he runs his hand over the engravings on the side. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I bought it in Tuscany,” I say, loving that he noticed it. It’s one of my favorite things I own. The wood is hundreds of years old and has more history than anything built in this city. “It was part of an old church that was burnt down by the French in the fifteen hundreds. Someone refurbished the door and turned it into this table. I happened to wander into an estate sale while on vacation over there and fell in love with it.”

“I can see why,” he says as he runs his hand over the craftsmanship. “It’s lovely.”

“Thank you.”

“Just like you.”

He stands up and turns to me with a fire in his light blue eyes. His eyes roam over my body, lingering on my chest, and then on my legs, and hips. He’s not even trying to hide his desire now. He seems to be deciding if we should continue on with the tour or have sex right here on this historic table.

When he steps forward and slides his hand on my hip, I know the tour is over.

“You’re more than lovely,” he says as he gets in close, his sexy cologne filling my lungs and making me dizzy. “You’re irresistible.”

His other hand wraps around my arm and his thumb slides along my skin. It feels like tiny licks of fire igniting wherever he touches.

I want more more more.

I’ve never felt like this before… Like we can’t go too far. Like I can’t get enough.

I tilt my head back and open my mouth. He kisses me with more urgency and passion than I’ve ever felt before. I push against him, wanting more .

My pussy is so wet. My blood is on fire .

I moan as he tastes my mouth and tightens his grip on my body. It feels so good. I can’t get enough of him.

“Take it off,” I moan between kisses as I grab his suit jacket and pull it down. “ Please .”

He slides his coat off the rest of the way and lets it drop on my floor as he kisses me.

“More,” I moan as I grab his tie. “Take everything off.”

His hands slide under my dress and move up to my ass as I yank and pull at the knot on his tie, desperately trying to get it off. I want to see what he’s hiding under this crisp white shirt.

He’s squeezing and pulling my ass cheeks apart—which makes me so much wetter—as I finally get his tie off, mangling it in the process. I immediately start unbuttoning his shirt, but it takes too long and I get impatient.

He growls passionately as I yank it open, sending buttons scattering on my table and floor.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, pulling away from his mouth so I can look at him.

His ruined shirt is hanging off his broad shoulders. I pull it down as I stare in awe at his shredded stomach and muscular chest. He’s so fit. He’s so fucking hot.

I lunge back on his mouth and shove my tongue in as I slide my hands all over him, feeling his hard six-pack, feeling his massive chest. His skin is so warm. So soft and perfect. I want to feel it pressed on my skin. I want to taste it.

I lean down and lick his chest as he starts sliding his hands into my underwear, feeling my bare ass.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he growls as he kisses my neck. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you all damn night.”

“Same,” I say as I drop my head back with a moan. “I wasn’t expecting this…”

I whimper as he picks me up and puts me on the table. I open my legs as he comes between them, holding my jaw as he kisses my mouth.

The pulsing throb between my legs intensifies. It’s unbearable. I want to touch myself so badly, but I keep my hands on him, trying to fight the urge.

Now I know why I was never interested in sex.

A strong dominant man taking what he wants is what I was missing. It’s what I never knew I needed. I guess it’s what I’ve always been waiting for. It just never clicked until now.

“ Oh, fuck ,” I gasp as he puts his hands on my thighs and slides them up.

I wonder if he can feel the heat. I wonder if I’ll cum before he even gets there.

“ Yes ,” I moan as he grips the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. I put my hands on the old table and lift my ass up. My panties slide right off.

Brantley’s eyes darken with lust as he pulls them down my legs and slips them off my feet.

I’m still shy in front of such a sexy, powerful man, so I keep my legs closed. He’s not having any of that though. After he stuffs my panties into his pocket, those strong powerful hands grab my knees and he pries them open, his lust-filled eyes locked between my legs.

I swallow hard as I’m exposed for him, but instead of being shy, I get more turned on. Something primal in me wants him to see me. I want him to have it. To take it.

I want to please him and turn him on until he’s so hot he’s combusting.

“ Beautiful ,” he whispers as he stares at my naked pussy. “Absolutely beautiful.”

I start blushing knowing he can see it all. It’s my most intimate area, the part I kept hidden all my life, and now a man is staring at it. Staring at it and loving every second.

He wipes his hand along his jaw as he stares at me for a little longer. I’m breathing so heavily, my breasts moving up and down. I can barely take it. I need to be touched. I need some friction.

“ Oh ,” I gasp as he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around my legs. He’s so close. So damn close…

He hasn’t taken his heated eyes off my aching pussy once.

A deep possessive growl rumbles out of his throat as he leans in closer.

“What are you— oh! ” I cry out when I feel his hot mouth on me. My whole body melts . It turns to mush. I let out deep moans after deep moans while his hot tongue slides over me, gliding around my folds and dipping into my virgin opening.

The sensations are so intense . They’re overwhelming. They’re stronger than I ever thought possible. I cry out when he finds my clit, flicking his tongue over it and grazing it with his lips.

“ Oh my god ,” I moan as his tongue moves faster. It pushes in deeper. My legs tremble as he pushes them further apart.

My black dress, which is now my lucky black dress, is hiked up around my waist. It’s half-off, but even that’s not enough. I want it gone.

But I don’t stop him to remove it. I can’t stop this. It feels too good.

I watch those big sexy shoulders moving as he devours me, pushing in deeper , his whole body moving with the rhythm of his tongue like he’s feeling the intense pleasure himself.

His thick fingers join the party and he rubs my clit before sliding them down to tease my opening. I was wet before, but I’m gushing now.

I feel like I’m about to burst into flames when I feel his hand moving on my pussy, faster and faster. My moans turn into cries as he dips two fingers into my pussy, sliding them back and forth.

“ Yes ,” I cry out as an orgasm starts barreling forward. “ Yes! Fuck yes! ”

I grip his head and start grinding on his mouth, losing all control.

“Cum on my mouth,” he growls between licks. “Let me taste it.”

It’s too much. He’s driven me wild. He’s broken me.

I grab two fistfuls of his hair and press my pussy against him as I cum hard .

I scream like never before, thrashing around on the table as the most fierce orgasm in human history savagely rips through my body.

Stars fill my eyes. Heat surges through my veins. Another scream tears out of my throat.

When it’s over, I’m shaking. My legs are resting on his broad shoulders, trembling like mini earthquakes.

This incredible man keeps licking my pussy softly, easing me through it.

I drop my back onto the table, not even caring that my head just made a loud thunk .

I cover my eyes with my hands and try to focus on calming my breaths as he kisses and licks my wet pussy like he’s savoring every second he has down there.

When I get myself composed, I sit up with a fierce desire burning in my chest.

I want him to experience what I just did. I want him to feel that kind of bliss.

“Sit,” I command as I push him away.

He looks up at me, confused. His mouth is glistening with my juices. It’s so fucking hot.

“On the chair,” I say as I hop off the table and pull my dress down. “It’s your turn.”

He slowly stands up, pulls off his shirt, and keeps his eyes on me as he turns the chair and sits down at the head of the table.

I drop to my knees in front of him, marveling at the size of the erection outlined in his pants. He groans heavily as I run my flat palm along it, feeling how hard and ready he is.

I waste no time in taking out.

“Do you like what you see, sweet girl?” he growls as I stare at it in awe. My hand is wrapped around the thick base as my eyes roam up and down it. It’s so long and solid. My mouth waters as I marvel at his big swollen head and beautiful masculine balls.

“I do,” I say, my voice coming out all raspy. “You’re so sexy.”

He rolls his head back and groans. “Put that tongue on it before I die.”

I shiver in nervous excitement as I dip my head down, kissing his warm skin. I drag my tongue along the base of his head and then continue down his stiff shaft.

“Just like that,” he groans, his massive chest moving up and down with every heavy breath he takes. “It feels incredible.”

I paint his shaft with my tongue and then tickle his balls with it.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers as I glide my tongue up his perfect cock. “Now open wide and let me fuck that sweet little mouth.”

With my heart pounding, I open up wide…