Page 230 of Mad As Hell

He turned his gaze from me to Brylee. “You’re lucky my wife is nicer than me.”

Brylee’s lips mashed into a tight line as she held back whatever spiteful comment was begging to be released.

I tugged Ryan out of the doorway while leaning over to tap the button for my floor. I wiggled my fingers at my nemesis as the doors closed on her unhappy face.

Ryan buried his face against the side of my neck, rocking his hips against my ass. “I still think you should let me have her ass expelled so you don’t have to see her again.”

I turned in his arms. “And I think we should stop thinking about her. I’d much rather focus on other things.”

His head lifted. “I might need you to describe, in detail, what those things are, babe.”

I stepped away as the elevator doors opened on our floor. “If you need me to explain what I need, I’m worried.”

He cocked an eyebrow, his gaze liquid fire as he watched me back away. “Maddie.”

I spun and ran, not thinking about the fact that I needed a key to get into my damn room. I hit the door a second before Ryan’s arms boxed me in against it. He pressed me against the door with a growl, the hard length trapped behind his pants griding against my hip.

“Got ya,” he whispered, nipping at my shoulder before kissing it.

I melted against him, loving the way his body felt around mine. “What are you going to do with me?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he answered, snaking a hand around me to unlock the door.

We spilled inside the room with a laugh before he kicked the door shut with his foot and spun me around so I was facing the door.

“Hands on the door,” he ordered, sending a thrill tripping down my spine.

I obeyed, my palms splayed flat against the wood.

“Good girl,” he praised, the rough timbre of his voice making me shiver as he started working the zipper down on my skirt. Cool air teased the heated skin of my back as he exposed it inch by inch.

He guided the skirt past my hips before stripping my shirt away. I felt the fabric pool around my feet, leaving me in heels and my underwear.

Ryan’s knuckles dragged down the length of my spine, hovering at the edge of my panties. A single finger traced the edge of the lace to the front as he crowded against my back, the fabric of his shirt brushing my sensitive skin.

“How wet are you right now?” he demanded, his fingers poised to delve inside my panties and find out for himself.

Something in me ached to tease him, to make him crazy. Maybe that was why I glanced over my shoulder and said, “Not very. I guess married sex is boring.”

His eyes narrowed, just barely. It was the tiniest twitch in the corners of his eyes that gave him away, and my only warning that I’d waved a red flag in front of a raging bull.

Ryan’s hand jerked away from my body, and I braced myself for whatever came next.

Which was his hand cracking across my ass.

I yelped, dancing to my tiptoes as my ass burned and throbbed where he’d spanked me.

“Boring, huh?” he murmured.

I drew in a shaky, steadying breath and went all in. “Practically tedious.”

He laughed, the dark sound making me clench my thighs together. Yeah, we both knew I was full of shit. My panties were soaked, probably ruined for good.

Ryan’s hand came down again, this time on the other cheek. He massaged the burn into me with strong fingers before repeating the action again.

Again.

Again.

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