Page 11 of Call Sign: King
“You don’t think I’m going to pass up this opportunity to manhandle you, do you? You don’t have any shoes on.” He reminded as he approached the front door.
Khloe couldn’t see anything but the back of Ryder’s tuxedo, but she knew he was grinning. He typed in the twelve-digit security code just before he leaned forward to provide his retinal scan. The click of the front door unlocking was followed by an incessant beeping, letting them know they had twenty seconds to input the disarming code, or the alarm system would have swarms of police cars arriving within minutes. She knew this, unfortunately, by failing to disarm it fast enough.
Having a half-dozen police officers rush in as if she were being kidnapped was bad enough, but the alarm also triggered alerts on Ryder’s phone, giving him a heart attack when set off.
“You don’t need to keep carrying me inside,” she said as she reached down to squeeze her husband’s ass playfully through his slacks.
With a chuckle and a light swat to her ass he answered. “Oh, but I do. I wouldn’t want you to get away from me. I have some important plans for us tonight.”
“You do? It’s already after midnight. I’m hoping sleep might be on the agenda.”
“Maybe, but not until I’ve collected on what you owe me. If I recall, you promised to be naked on our bed, waiting for me on your hands and knees.”
“Can I at least go to the bathroom and pee first? Maybe even brush my teeth?” she bargained as they entered the master suite.
“Five minutes, Mrs. Helms. You have exactly five minutes. Then I’ll expect to collect.”
“I can’t possibly put my night creams on and do the rest of my nightly routine in five minutes.”
“One night of missing it isn’t going to kill you.”
“Maybe not kill me, but it will definitely make me look more tired tomorrow. It’s a film day,” Khloe reminded him.
Ryder dumped her from his shoulder to their king-sized bed, letting her bounce until he leaned down to cage her in with his arms. The sly grin on his face so close above reminded her; she was married to a dangerous and dominant man.
“Good. I don’t mind everyone knowing you were up all night having kinky sex. Five minutes, Princess.”
His look was predatory, but the light kiss on the tip of her nose was loving. What an enigma Ryder Helms was. Even after having known him intimately for four years, he still surprised her at times.
As he finally stood, giving her a chance to escape, she asked. “Fine, but can you at least unzip my dress before you go?”
“Of course. Helping undress you is one of my favorite pastimes,” he said pulling her to her feet and spinning her around to attack her zipper.
Once her heavy gown had fallen to the floor, Ryder hugged her from behind, diving in to suck and nibble at her the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“That tickles,” she whined, still loving every second of his attention.
“We can’t have that, can we?” he mumbled, his lips never leaving her shoulder. He moved one hand lower to cup her sex through her silk panties while his other hand moved up to squeeze her breast through the offending bra.
“I thought I was going to get five minutes,” she muttered, even as her knees started to crumble beneath her. As always, Ryder was there to catch her.
“I’m not sure I can wait that long, baby. I’ve had a semi hard-on all night watching you. The only thing that got me through was knowing you’d be all mine once I got you home. It doesn’t help that I’ve been out of town for work for the last four days. I’ve missed this so much.”
Ryder moved his attention to the other side of her neck, nibbling a long line of kisses across her left shoulder as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“So fucking wet. I can’t wait to drink you.” His voice sounded tortured.
A full-body shiver rocked through Khloe as she turned herself over to their passion. From the moment of their unlikely meeting at the Valentine Roulette, each of them now carried a constant thrum of desire for the other every minute of every day. It only took the tiniest bit of attention to ignite the flames between them, and Ryder’s talented fingers already had her on fire.
Grinding her hips against his hard cock, Khloe begged. “That’s it. God, I’ve missed you this week.”
“Not as much as I missed you, baby.” Ryder’s sexy cropped beard tickled as he nuzzled her close from behind.
When his fingers left her on the brink of exploding, Khloe growled with frustration.
“Not yet,” he said abruptly spinning her around in his arms just before placing his hands on her shoulders.
Khloe recognized the possessive need in her husband’s icy blue eyes as he devoured her body with his gaze. Ryder Helms was the king of self-discipline. He liked to say it was his superpower — the power that kept him and his team members alive. So, knowing she had the ability to push him to the edge of his steely control with a simple smile or well-placed caress made her feel like the most powerful woman on the planet.
