Page 215 of Out of Bounds

Bring The Bed To You

I didn’t lie when I said we had an early morning. But the second I started walking down that hallway and thought about Ryan, completely exhausted on the couch. I had to double-back.

"What’d you forget?" Ryan started to stand up from the couch but I walked over and put my hand on his chest, pushing him back down. I could hear his slow intake of breath as he realized exactly what I’d made my way back for before I straddled his lap.

My arms went around his neck and I tilted down, capturing his lips in the darkness. The five o’clock shadow scratched my face. It was a nice fucking feeling, almost as nice as feeling Ryan, hard, underneath me.

He groaned and locked his arms around my waist, tugging me closer.

“One thing before I go,” I promised.

“What thing?”

“Ryan?” I softened my voice and rolled my hips. “Can you give me a hickey?”

“Fuck—please,” he rasped.

You would’ve thought I asked him to come inside of me. Ryan breathed out and his hands were on me in an instant, running up my back while his cock throbbed under my jeans. My shirt was pulled up in seconds. A single hickey and I’d be out of there, gone before the training center locked.

He crooked his finger over the little bow in the center and tugged me closer. My pulse raced beneath him. One hickey. That’s all. But Ryan still made me shiver when he kissed the swell of my breast.

“One hickey,” I reminded him, breathless.

“Mm.”

His murmur of agreement vibrated across my skin and I gripped his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. Those lips and that tongue of hers could be so persuasive.

Ryan gently sucked my skin and it took everything in me not to sink into the sensation. I had to keep a level head. I had togo.

“Do you have your phone on you?” he muttered.

“What?”

“Your phone. Put a timer on for two minutes.”

I glanced down. “Why?”

His fingers went to the clasp of my bra. “I had a long day. I want to kiss my girlfriend’s tits for two minutes.”

Oh, fuck.

My hand shook while I struggled with the timer. It wasn’t easy trying to pull up an app while Ryan’s hands were on me, touching and kissing me while his cock pulsed. We had several layers of fabric between us but I could still feel the firm outline through the denim. The only thing I should’ve focused on was the timer but it was fucking impossible to take my attention fromRyan, running his tongue along the underside of my nipple or his cock demanding my attention.

I rocked against him, slick between my thighs.

“Stop,” he told me, lapping at my other nipple before he pulled it in his mouth. “Or I’m going to have to fuck you.”

It was too dark in the meeting room but if I focused hard enough, I could still see Ryan and his dark curls. I ran my fingers through them and he shuddered, kissing the area between my breasts.

The timer went off and he sighed, drawing away from me, his lips wet. He gazed up and nodded towards the door.

Oh, fuck it.

“You need to go, Kassie.”

I turned off the alarm. "You’ve been working too hard. And as your fake girlfriend—"

"Fakegirlfriend?" He frowned. "What did you say?"

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