Page 39 of A Ryan Recollection

“Yeah, and it’s currently being used as a green room for thetalent,” he reminds me.

“Damn!” Of course it is. I agreed to allow the dancers we booked for tonight to use the room to take a break, and to change.

He dips his hand a little lower until it’s resting at the very base of my abdomen, directly above where I want to feel him the most. He pulls me tighter, making hot pleasure pulse through my core. “We have two hours until I can take you home.”

“Mmm,” I murmur as my eyes drift back to the show on stage. “I guess I’ll just watch someone else get fucked for now then.”

“And while you do, you can think about how fucking hard you make me, and how hard I’m going to fuck you as soon as I can get you alone,” he says with a deep throaty growl.

I blow a stray strand of hair out of my eyes. Yeah, that’s not going to make this any easier at all.

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“The boss told me he wants to see you downstairs. Room twelve.” Rochelle, our club manager, says, lips quirking in a knowing smile.

I arch an eyebrow at her. The club will stay open as long as people are still here having fun, but it’s two am and that means Liam and I can leave without feeling like we’re abandoning the team. “The boss, huh?”

She tilts her head, eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s what he said to tell you.”

“I thought all of the rooms were booked tonight?”

“Room twelve was reserved earlier and has been thoroughly cleaned to your exacting standards.”

“Room twelve, huh?”

She nods her head. “I’ll let the team know you’re no longer available, Mrs. Ryan,” she says with a soft purr as she unclips the thick velvet rope granting me access to the stairwell.

The bouncers standing at the bottom of the stairs nod to me in greeting as I pass. What the hell is Liam up to? I mean I can take a pretty good guess that it involves me getting naked given that he’s waiting in one of the private rooms, but we could have easily done that in the car on the way home to our penthouse apartment, where his three brothers—my other husbands—are waiting for us.

The Boss?My lips curl into a smile, even if I am little confused, because while Liam Ryan fucks like a demon and has the body of a god, he’s not usually into playing games.

My stomach flutters with excitement and anticipation as I push open the black door and step into the room. Liam sits in the large leather wingback chair, legs spread wide. His tie hangs loose around his neck and the sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled up, revealing his thick tattooed forearms as he rests his chin on his hand. He’s half shrouded in shadow but I can see his dark eyes raking over my body. He is one of the most handsome men I’ve ever laid eyes on, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him looking so damn fine as he does right now. Electric sexual tension crackles in the air between us.

“You wanted to see me, Sir?” I ask with a soft purr, closing the door behind me and playing into whatever game it is he has in mind.

“Hmm,” he murmurs as his eyes lock on mine. “I believe it’s time for your performance review.”

Oh, so that’s his angle? Warmth pools in my core. “Yes, I believe it is, Sir,” I whisper, fluttering my eyelashes. “Are we doing it in here?”

His eyes twinkle with wicked deviance. “We sure are. So strip,” he orders, his voice so low and commanding that it makes my thighs tremble and my pussy clench with need.

Reaching behind me, I pull down the long zip at the back of my dress and shrug it off slowly, while Liam watches me so intently I can almost feel the burn of his gaze on my skin. As I shimmy the dress past my hips and reveal my panties, I have to roll my lips to suppress a smile when I hear the animalistic growl that rumbles in his throat at the sight of them. They are plain white cotton. All four of my husbands have different taste in panties and the plain white cotton kind drive this one crazy.

He adjusts his cock in his suit pants. “You wear them for me?”

I smile sweetly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Leave them on. Take off everything else,” he commands and the deep timbre of his voice makes me shiver.

I continue undressing, taking off my bra and slipping off my heels until I’m standing a few feet away from him in only a scrap of white fabric. I sink my teeth into my lower lip as I watch him, his eyes still full of fire and his muscles tense as he stares at me. “What now, Sir?”

He licks his bottom lip and then one corner of his mouth curls in a half smile. “Crawl to me.”

I blink at him in surprise. Of all of the words that I expected to come out of that man’s mouth, those were not even on the same page.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, baby,” he says, his voice a low raspy growl that makes my knees weak.

Holy fuck! With trembling limbs, I sink to the floor and fall forward until I’m on all fours. My eyes never leave his face as I watch a devious, sexy smile spread across his face.

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