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“Fuck me, dammit,” she ordered.
His palm connected with her inner thigh with a sharp smack.
“Such language. Hollywood royalty shouldn’t talk like that. I thought I was married to a lady,” he teased, still flicking the tip of his tongue across his clit.
“Bullshit. From the night you met me you’ve made it your life’s mission to defile me in the most graphic ways. So get defiling!”
Ryder’s playful chuckle made her almost giddy. Despite his torturous edging of her body, she craved this intimacy. Not just the sex, but the playfulness… the affection… the love. Four days apart had been too long.
Her pulse spiked as her husband joined her on the bed, caging her in with his body as he used his feet to spread her legs impossibly wider.
When he placed his elbows next to her ears, it brought his face to within inches, giving her a front row seat to the passion brewing in those gorgeous eyes of his.
They each held their breath in anticipation.
Like before, in her mouth, Ryder claimed her pussy in one thrust, stretching her perfectly. Khloe cried his name and bucked her hips up to meet him, enjoying the bite of pain mingled in with the exquisite pleasure. Thrust after thrust filled her again and again, stretching her… owning her in every way possible until all she could think about was how perfect they were together.
“Eyes.”
She had lost herself to the bliss, forgetting how much her husband loved to look into her soul as he made her come. As she opened her eyes, the sight of his own passion pushed her to the cliff, ready to fall over with him.
“Such a good girl, taking your hard fucking without coming too soon.”
How was he able to talk? While she adored their raunchy bedroom banter, Khloe could think of nothing anymore except coming.
“Come… shoot it inside me… mark me inside too.”
Ryder’s roaring groan as he thrust and held his shaft deep inside her was her confirmation that he loved their dirty talk too. His absolute pleasure was the final push she needed to send her crashing over the cliff into her own powerful orgasm. White spots blurred her vision as every inch of her body shuddered through her release, loving the weight of Ryder’s body as his own satiated body crumbled, crushing her into the mattress.
Long seconds passed as they each worked to catch their breath. Only when she felt his softening shaft did she start to wiggle.
“We’re going to make a mess on the comforter.”
“So, buy a new one,” he said, still catching his breath.
“Thisisthe new one,” Khloe teased. They had enough money to replace it daily if needed.
He started to lift off her but didn’t go far. Lifting back up to his elbows, Ryder looked down at her again. His urgent passion had been replaced with a look of sheer adoration. She was the luckiest woman on the face of the earth.
“I love you,” Khloe whispered, reaching a hand up to stroke his cheek lovingly.
“And I adore you, Princess. And I’m so fucking proud of you. As much as it scares the shit out of me to be seen in public with you, I’m so glad I could be there to share such an important night with you.”
Khloe grinned up at him. “It was the perfect anniversary gift.”
Chapter Five
RYDER
The next Monday, Ryder downshifted as he approached the fortified gate at the entrance to The Library. Letting his Harley idle, he removed his helmet before reaching to punch in the twelve-digit entry code. He had to tip his bike slightly to provide his retinal scan to the security podium before the deceivingly decorative gates to the property opened in front of him.
As he gunned the engine, he glanced around at the beauty around him. He and this place had a history — not all of it great. Regardless, winding through the hilltop forest’s winding path was the closest thing he’d ever get to coming home. He passed by the cutoff that would take him to his private cabin, opting instead to head to the massive A-line building in the distance.
He was lucky he had the means to set up a West Coast BSO location. Considering he was the only employee to utilize the secret hideaway with any regularity, it was an extravagance to be sure. Still, having a safe house in the Los Angeles metropolitan area made a lot of sense, or at least that’s what he’d told himself as he’d written the checks to pay for the extraordinary work it had taken to turn his family’s old resort into a Black Sky Ops outpost.
After pulling up to the front entrance, he turned off the rumbling engine, and pushed down the bike’s kickstand. The silence of the secluded opening in the woods was broken by the loud barks of approaching dogs. He’d barely gotten his helmet off when Bailey and Maverick came barreling around the corner of the main house. To an unwelcome visitor, the large German Shepherds looked dangerous — and they were—but they were his treasured pets.
He dropped to one knee just in time for Maverick to crash into his arms. Bailey wasn’t far behind, her tail wagging a mile a minute.
