Page 98 of Save Me

Placing a finger over his lips, she silenced his words. “We’ve been over this too. I’m not going anywhere, and I am deliriously happy. Now let’s go grab some fresh champagne, and finish up your interviews so we can go eat. I’m starving!”

“There’s food here…”

“Not Donovan food. The menu waiting for us over there is going to be killer, so hopefully that will motivate you to get things wrapped up.”

“It’s not the food that motivates me,” he told her. “It’s you. If my girl wants to eat, then I’m going to do everything I can to make that happen.”

Giggling, she hugged him. “Stop! You’re spoiling me!”

“That’s okay, because you deserve to be spoiled all day, every day.”

This man…

* * *

Exhausted, Ryker collapsed in the bed sometime after midnight as he waited for Ryleigh to crawl in next to him. It had been such a long day, but it went so much better than he ever imagined that he felt like he could finally relax. Everything after this was going to be a breeze. Billie had been fielding calls for weeks now and his schedule was full for almost six months. He was definitely going to hire a few other artists—and he was already scouting for them—but nothing had been finalized yet.

Who knew that he’d find settling in a tiny coastal town far more satisfying than having a huge parlor in Vegas or L.A. or New York City? This was where he was meant to be and as Ryleigh strolled into the room wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of tiny panties, that just reaffirmed it.

“Hey, sleepy man,” she said softly as she walked around the bed. “I thought for sure you’d be asleep already.”

“And miss seeing you prance around like that? Never.”

She giggled as she got under the blankets and snuggled up beside him. “You had no idea what I was going to be prancing around in or if there’d be prancing at all, so…”

“Let’s just say I was hopeful,” he teased.

“Seriously, you should be asleep. It’s late and you have a big day tomorrow.”

“Today was the big day; tomorrow’s just a regular one. I’m used to the routine.”

“Yeah, but…tomorrow’s the first time you’re doing consults and working on someone in a place that’s all yours, so…it’s kind of a big deal.” She kissed his chest. “You’re kind of a big deal.”

Reaching up, his hand anchored into her hair. “How big of a deal?” he asked gruffly.

“Fishing for compliments?”

“Always.”

Slipping over him, Ryleigh straddled him before whipping the tank top off, leaving him breathless.

“You’re averybig deal, Ryker Masella Moretti,” she told him. “And I love you.”

“Show me, baby girl,” he urged, and let her take the lead because that’s when she was the most glorious.

She was his every fantasy, his every dream come true, and hearing her say she loved him while she was moving so erotically over him made this the best damn day ever.

* * *

The next morning, Ryker was up early, but he let Ryleigh sleep in. Yesterday had been a lot and he never had a true moment to himself, so this seemed like the perfect time to just enjoy the quiet and have some time to think.

And there was a lot to think about.

Most of it had to do with the woman who was sound asleep in his bed.

Shuffling into the kitchen, he made himself a cup of coffee. Taking that first scalding sip, he hummed appreciatively. Mug in hand, he decided to sit out on the screened-in porch. It was chilly out, but it felt a little invigorating.

Plus, it was going to help wake him up that much faster. And with the way his mind was already racing, he needed his body to catch up.

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