Page 93 of Save Me

“Marissa?”

Nodding, she said, “Patrick’s assistant. She does all the photos of his properties and she’s amazing at it.”

“Huh.” Brand new information.

“Trust me, she’ll do a great job, and if you don’t like the pictures, we can try somebody else. Unless you already have a photographer that you work with?”

“Billie takes client pictures for my portfolio, but that’s a bit different. I’m perfectly fine letting Marissa do them if you think she’s available.”

“I’ll reach out to her this week to make sure.”

They spent an hour walking through the site and making notes on what he wanted to see, and he loved hearing Ryleigh’s ideas and the way she explained things to him. Ryker knew the things he did were intricate and that only a small percentage of the population could do what he did, but listening to her talk about all that was involved in creating this kind of site made his head spin.

When he couldn’t take anymore, he simply reached out and turned the screen off.

“Hey! We weren’t done!”

Then he maneuvered them until she was in his lap. “For now, we are. There are much more important things that we need to discuss.” The entire time he spoke, his hand smoothed over her hip before squeezing her ass. “There was some talk earlier about sexier things we were going to do when we got home. And so far, there has been nothing sexy going on.”

“Aww…poor baby.” Reaching up, she gently patted his cheek. “Tell me what I can do to make it all better.”

“Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask,” he growled, lifting her up and sitting her on his desk.

“Ryker, what are you…?”

Standing, he swept everything off his desk in one move—computer screens, laptop, pads, pencils… Ryleigh let out a small screech, but when he looked at her, she was breathless and giving him the sexiest smile he’d ever seen.

“I’ve thought about this far too many times to let the opportunity slip away,” he said, looming over her. “Every time I sit at this desk from now on, I want to think of you sitting here naked.”

Her smile turned playful. “But I’m not naked.”

His hand smoothed a path from her knee, up her inner thigh, up to her breast before cupping her jaw. “You will be. Soon.”

After that, it was hard to say who was more frantic and who was clumsier because it became a race to get undressed and things were flying in every direction—and a lot of it hit him in the face.

“Sorry,” she murmured, reaching for him and bringing him in for another searing kiss. When her hands went to his hair, she whined and he knew he wouldn’t be cutting his hair again for a long time.

It was his turn to apologize then. “It will grow back. I swear.”

Over and over they kissed, they touched, they said incredibly dirty things to each other and he loved this side of her—loved knowing that he brought this out in her. The sassy, snarky woman he first met had no problem telling him exactly what she wanted from him.

And Ryker was more than willing to give it to her.

“I need you,” she panted. “Now. Please.”

His body was more than ready, but he forced himself to take a step back and admire how beautiful and sexy she looked. Not that long ago, he thought the image of her sprawled out on his sofa in scraps of red lace was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. But this? Ryleigh Donovan, naked and breathless on his desk, just took the top spot. His mouth watered with the need to taste her; his hands twitched with the need to touch her.

“Ryker Moretti,” she said huskily. “Take me right here on this desk. I like knowing you’ll always remember this moment.”

And damn if hearing her calling him by his real name wasn’t like hitting the launch button.

* * *

It was late and they had finally made it to his bed.

After their romp in his office, Ryleigh had insisted on cleaning the place up and then got upset over him breaking the expensive computer equipment. It didn’t bother him. It was all easily replaceable. There would have been no recreating that moment, so he was willing to take the loss.

He’d given her a t-shirt of his to wear and he’d slid back into his jeans before going into the kitchen and pouring them each a glass of wine. They’d gone and sat out on the back porch in front of the small fire pit table he had and talked about everything and nothing. They were both more relaxed than he ever remembered them being, and he knew they were finally where they were supposed to be.

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