Page 35 of Obsessive Cravings

She traced the bullet wound that had changed my life. No bullet had touched me since. I’d hired the best sharp shooters money could buy, training until my shot was quick and lethal every time. Ensuring my enemies knew never to fuck with me again. I’d never taken a chance after that, doubling my security and becoming the most calculated, feared boss in all the territories. And no one had dared go against me again.

I stopped her hand, her emerald eyes glancing back up at me.

“We both have our secrets, don’t we, baby girl?”

Her mouth parted, and I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip.

“Yes,” she breathed, her tongue sweeping around my thumb. She was diverting my attention again, and I intended to let her because that move had me so hard, my pants were tenting. I’d yet to experience her mouth around me, but I was a patient man, and I knew when she finally dropped to her knees like I’d imagined before my game had morphed to forever, that she’d be worth the wait.

She dropped my shirt from her shoulders, her eyes mischievous, and my dick jumped like it did anytime I even thought of that body.

“Are you trying to distract me, Riley?”

“I’m not trying,” she replied, her lip curving deliciously.

I wrapped my hand around her neck, pulling her against me with more force than usual, and her eyes lit. I knew the day would come when I’d test that reaction, see if she welcomed my aggression like I thought she would, but for now I let it simmer, releasing her neck and finding her lips. Her kiss set my soul on fire, my desire for her flaring.

I skimmed her curves and grabbed her ass, lifting her. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around me as I walked her to the wall, her kisses becoming increasingly more feral with each step. Shoving her back to the wall, I tugged my cock free and rested it in her folds, the warmth almost too inviting to ignore.

She whined, shimmying her body to envelop me, but I stopped her, sliding through her as she grew more soaked. Frustrated, she pushed against my chest, complaining. With a tsk, I pinned her hands above her head.

“Don’t make me tie you up again,” I warned, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

“But I want you inside of me.”

I grinned, loving how desperate she sounded. “And I want you so close to coming that you’re clenching around me when I’m fucking you. Now settle down before I spank you.”

The inhale she took was beautiful, her arousal soaking me more. I was looking forward to discovering all the ways my girl liked to play. I returned to sliding through her wetness, dropping my mouth to her breast and sucking on her nipple. Riley’s breasts were small but firm and perfect for sucking. They’d quickly become one of my favorite parts of her body, and I loved how she responded when I touched them. Soon she was trembling so hard I could tell she was close.

Keeping her arms pinned above her head, I drove into her just as she fell apart, her body clamping so tight around me it almost took me over the edge with her. I thrust through it, relishing her cries as my mouth fought to smother them. Her legs were tight around my waist, her heels pressing me deeper. I had her arms still locked above her head, my body slamming her into the wall with each thrust. My desire for release was climbing and I could feel another climax building in her.

“That’s it, be a good girl and come for me again,” I demanded, my mouth against her ear.

My words pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing, her muscles bearing down around me so that I lost control, filling her as my orgasm surged through me with a force that left my knees shaking.

When I could finally function again, I released her wrists from my grasp, and slid from her warmth. She drew my head down, kissing me sensually and stirring my craving for her again.

“You better stop that, or we won’t leave this room all day,” I warned.

Her lips pouted, and I nibbled on the bottom one before I stepped from her.

“I need to work, and you need to be here naked and waiting for me when I return.”

Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing, and a distinctive hiss escaped through her teeth.

“You don’t like that idea?” I asked, fixing my pants and picking my shirt up.

“I need to work, too. And I’m not some trophy piece you can keep in your bed to fuck at your convenience.”

She snatched the button-down she’d been wearing from the floor, oblivious to the ire that was building in me.

“You no longer have a job,” I said, my teeth grinding. She whipped her head toward me. “You can’t fuck the owner of the company all weekend and expect to show up at the office the next Monday.” My words were harsh, but her insinuation that I wanted her for convenience had soured my mood.

Her face fell. “That’s right,” she mumbled. “But I need to work, Greyson. I can’t just sit around all day.”

“Waiting to fuck me at my convenience?” I groused.

Her eyes snapped up, realization setting in them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

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