Resist

“Your ears must be burning,” I mutter.

“Say what?”

“Never mind.” I smile, rising from my seat. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I was just in the neighborhood,” he says, shrugging, and falls into one of the seats opposite me.

Neighborhood, my ass.

“Well, it’s been great seeing you, but I have a lot on my plate right now, so…”

He doesn’t take the hint and instead slumps further into the seat, crossing one leg over the other. He’s not going anywhere soon. Sighing, I undo the button on my jacket and sit back down.

“Did you get rid of the journalist?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m dealing with her,” I reply, keeping my voice even. “What business is it of yours what I decide to do with her?”

“I’m just looking out for you,” Ryan replies. We both know that’s a joke. Ryan looks out for himself only. “So you spoke to her about it, then?”

Then it hits me. He’s trying to find out if she knows that I know who she is.

“Not yet. I haven’t decided what I’m going to do, and until then I’m keeping my cards close to my chest,” I say. One thing I know about Ryan is he likes to play. If he thinks he has something over Charlotte, he’s more likely to bite whatever it is she’s offering him.

“A good plan,” he agrees, satisfied he’s gotten what he came for. “Well, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.”

He walks out without another word, leaving me to try to figure out what his angle is. I’m tempted to call Ch

arlotte and find out how she’s progressing, but I refuse to show my impatience. Besides, I’ve waited this long for what I want. A few more days or weeks aren’t going to make a difference.

After I finish up in the office, I call Marina to arrange for Charlotte to meet me upstairs. I go to my room and take a long, hot shower before changing into a pair of chinos and a gray shirt. Glancing in the mirror, I run my hand through my hair, satisfied with how I look. I always like to look nice, but I’m a little disturbed that right now my main concern is looking nice for her.

I’m pouring a freshly opened bottle of Dom Pérignon into two glasses when she knocks on my door.

“It’s unlocked,” I call out. The door creaks open, and she slips inside, closing it quietly behind her. My heart thumps as I slowly run my gaze over her. She looks incredible in a white dress that cuts off just above the knee. Her long, dark hair cascades down her bare shoulders. I swallow hard as she runs her fingers through her soft curls, pulling them away from her face.

“Here,” I say, forcing the word out as I hand her a glass. She accepts it with a faint smile, one that makes my heart race. God, those lips, those fucking lips…

All I want to do is feel myself inside her, and when her lips delicately touch the rim of the glass, her eyes not leaving me, I can’t take any more. We can talk later. Right now, I need her.

Her eyes widen as I roughly take the glass from her, placing it on the hall table behind us. The liquid spills over the sides, sending a sparkling mess dribbling onto the carpet below.

I place my hands on the small of her back and pull her body against mine. She gasps, her eyes lighting up as my desire for her grows. Her hand grazes past my crotch and I groan. Tilting her head, I kiss her neck, my fingers tangling in that beautiful hair.

I pull her closer, my hands now firmly on her ass, under her dress. Her bare skin is so soft and begging to be caressed. Hoisting her into my arms, I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her over to my bed.

All I want to do is lose myself in her warmth. Lowering her onto the mattress, I position myself over her while my hand runs up the inside of her thigh. Her eyes on mine, she exhales heavily as I tease her. With the tips of my fingers, I tickle her entrance as her body stiffens against my touch. With every movement I can feel how much she wants me, and it drives me crazy.

“God, yes,” she gasps as I slip a finger inside her. I’m usually much more about ensuring my own satisfaction, but at the moment her passion is a turn-on. Her fingers close around my wrist as she edges my hand closer to her pussy. I smirk, loving the control I have over her.

Roughly, I push her hair aside and kiss her neck as my finger draws circles inside her. She groans, her back arching against my touch. She’s practically riding my hand as I pleasure her.

She cries out again, this time more loudly. If she thinks I’m about to let her come this easily, she’s in for a shock. Just like that, I stop and ease myself off the bed. She looks up at me in surprise.

I grin and drop to my knees, a move I don’t do often. My hands on her knees, I ease her legs apart, hiking up her skirt in the process. She lets out a laugh as I roughly pull her toward me, until her ass is at the end of the bed, within striking distance of my tongue. I don’t wait for an invitation; I just dive in, placing my mouth over her pussy.

“Holy…God!” she cries out. Her legs tense, locking my head in place. I chuckle as her fingers find the back of my head. She holds me in her embrace, guiding my tongue deeper inside her. Not that I need any encouragement—she tastes fucking incredible. She’s close to climaxing, so I force myself deeper inside her. She resists, pushing me away, but her screams let me know she wants more. She begins to convulse, unable to take any more. Chuckling, I release my hold on her and rise to my feet.

She’s still engrossed in her orgasm when I spin her over so she’s on top of me, lowering her onto my cock. Her climax heightens. She throws her head back and gasps as she rides me. I grip her wrists and force her lower, allowing me to thrust further into her.