Page 54 of Ruthless Mr. Ricco
“I didn’t bring clothes.Or shampoo.Or—”
“We’ll order whatever you need and have it delivered.It’ll be here before dinner, but first—” I seal my mouth over her jugular and suck as I trail my hand down her torso and slip my fingers through her sopping folds.Hunger roars through me as she moans.I toss her onto the bed behind me and rip the blanket away as I trail kisses down her body.“I need another taste.”
I feast.
She fills more than my stomach.Her open reactions humble and excite me.I sink into a world of carnal satisfaction, pleasuring my little rabbit on the bed, floor, couch, against the wall, in the shower, and under the stars in the living room against the windows.She wrings more from me and leaves me reeling in satisfaction yet my hunger never ceases.
When I wake with my arms around her from behind, her breast in my hand and my hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks, I give in to temptation and slip my hand between her legs.She rouses and grabs my wrist.
“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” she murmurs.
“Then I’ll carry you everywhere.”
She huffs in amusement but spears her fingers into my hair and twists to meet my mouth.
When my alarm rings, she becomes my morning workout.I carry her into the shower and scrub her from head to toe, smirking when she groans as I knead the shampoo into her hair and ignoring my hard cock as white suds trail down her perfect curves.She steals the loofah and pushes down onto the bench before returning the gesture.
I watch in mute awe as she strokes my entire body with reverence.Her dainty hands and hungry eyes make me feel powerful.Invincible.Worshipped.
The bruise on her arm still looks painful, but the yellow and green around the edges proves she’s healing.She doesn’t complain about the pain, but I offer her pain relief with breakfast anyway.
When I park in my designated CEO spot, I grab her by the nape before she can open her door.She squeaks as I tug her face to mine over the center console.
“I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you,” I growl against her lips.
She closes her fists in my hair and kisses me with desperate strokes of her tongue before jerking away and stepping out of the car.I struggle to breathe from the force of my desire.She leans back into the car and grabs her briefcase.
“Thank you, Mr.Ricco.I’ll have your coffee ready in ten minutes.”
When I finally get my brain back into gear, I chuckle and run my hands through my hair.Her clever dismissal sets a clear boundary while making me feel claimed.The jealous beast inside me preens.She’s as eager as I am for our next meeting.
By the time I walk into my office, a steaming mug of coffee sits on my desk and several sticky notes from Mr.Brunswick wait on my computer monitor.
Between the big projects we launched last week, daily operations, and searching for leads from the class reunion, the hours fly by.Monday churns to Tuesday without another chance for me to speak with her.In fact, she scampers home during my last meeting of the day, leaving Mr.Brunswick to finish the daily checklist.
She returns Tuesday morning with a slight edginess to her awareness, but she settles into work with a smile, and by the end of the workday, she looks tired enough to keel over, so I send her home with orders to rest.
I rode her too hard, but fucking hell, keeping my hands off her is nearly impossible.
On Wednesday, she surprises me with the completed papers to sue Ms.Lynn, including dozens of surveillance pictures and the photos Brook took immediately after her accident.The man in the driver’s seat catches my eye because he stares right at Brook in the photo.He looks vaguely familiar, but I don’t know where I saw him before.
My woman impresses me with her thorough work, and even though I expected nothing but the best from her, I can’t pass up the opportunity to pull her into my arms and steal a kiss.She balks but gives in when I tease my tongue across her lips.
When she thumps the side of her fist against my chest hard enough to leave a bruise and wriggles for freedom, I reluctantly let her go.She assures me she’s fine when I ask, but guilt worms its way into my heart and I vow to take better care of her this weekend.I’ll ensure she gets proper rest and nutrition between rounds of pleasure.
Thursday morning, she’s more withdrawn than usual.I call her into my office before lunch, using an asinine excuse, and gesture for her to join me at my desk.The moment she steps into reach, I pull her into my lap and kiss her.
We both heave when I lift my head.I cup her face and study her expression.
“What’s wrong, little rabbit?”I ask.
She shudders but whacks me on the shoulder.
“My boss is getting too handsy, that’s what’s wrong.Let me go,” she snaps.
“You’re not regretting what we did, are you?”I ask.
She shakes her head.
