Page 154 of Trust Me

With a shake of my head, I tell her, “Not as a consultant. As a permanent employee. Once I’m promoted to permanent COO. We need you.”

I pull out her shirt from the waistband of her skirt. Electricity zaps through me when I lay my hands on her bare skin.

“I have my own business,” she murmurs. “Besides, I also have an employee that I can’t let go of.”

“I’ll hire Charlotte, too. And double both of your salaries.” I kiss her neck, making her shudder.

“No. I like working for myself.”

Her words are husky. The sound pulls at my dick.

“I bet I can think of a few ways to change your mind. We’ll table the discussion for now.”

Right now, I only want to be between my wife’s thighs.

“C’mere,” I say, cupping her face for a kiss.

“We can’t.” She laughs. “We’ll be home in a few minutes.”

“I instructed our driver to drive around until I tell him to take us home.” We’re not going into the office today.

Riley pulls back, her arms on my shoulders. “Truth or dare?”

A smile stretches my lips. “Dare.”

Her shoulders sag slightly. For a second, I think I’ve disappointed her somehow.How?

However, her expression changes so fast, I must’ve imagined it.

“I dare you to make me scream in the back of this car.”

“Now you’re making fucking sense.”

She lets out a yell-laugh when I grab her by the waist and switch our positions so that she’s beneath me. I tug at the buttons of her shirt and push her skirt up around her waist. I yank down the lace bra she’s wearing to take one of her breasts into my greedy mouth.

She tastes so fucking sweet. My cock instantly goes hard. I have to fight the urge to strip out of my pants and jam my dick so deep inside of her that she loses her voice from screaming. As much as I want that, I want to taste every inch of her body before I do.

“Kyle,” Riley mumbles my name, causing warm, fuzzy feelings and shit to flow through my body.

I want to hear her say my name just like this for the rest of my life.

I’ve had that thought so much lately that it no longer surprises me. Instead of saying it aloud, however, I move down her body. I force her legs over my shoulder so I can enjoy my meal.

Riley’s pussy is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. It’s sweet and reminds me of the taste of honey. If I could bottle this shit up and season all of my food with it, I would.

Since I can’t, I settle for eating her out like she’s my favorite meal. Because she is. Her moans and groans only make me want more. I want her writhing beneath me, calling my name, unable to control herself. Riley’s a screamer. She can’t let it out all the time at home or work.

Today, though, I want to hear every fucking syllable.

I run my tongue around her clit while also inserting two fingers deep inside of her. I scissor my fingers, hitting her walls but also readying her for my cock. Riley raises her hips, openly begging for more. Within minutes her legs tighten around my head, and she’s coming.

The guttural moan that she lets out boosts my fucking ego. I lap up all of her juices happily. Not until her body stops trembling do I pull my cock out.

Riley springs up from her position and quickly straddles me. I yank her skirt up even higher to watch as my dick enters her.

“You’re going to rip my skirt,” she says breathlessly.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more,” I say. I don’t want anything in the way of the view of me taking her.

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