Hard Rider

He cocked his head to the side and gave me a crooked smile. “I’d rather not talk at all.”

And that was the truth.

Troy caught me at both wrists and directed my hands to the band of my underwear. I hesitated and looked toward the ceiling. “What about the cameras?”

“This building is a hundred years old. Trust me, there’re no cameras.”

“You’re sure?”

He rolled his eyes in that playful way that he had and hooked both of his thumbs inside the band. “Do I have to do it?”

I just shook my head and kept going. As I slowly slid them down, he wrapped one arm behind me, and with delicate fingers, sprung the clasp of my bra. They hit the floor simultaneously. When I stepped out of my heels, I was naked to the world.

“Mmm,” he breathed heavily from deep in his chest. “Better every time.”

When I leaned in to meet his lips, he dodged me and planted a kiss on my forehead. Then, he slowly made his way down my body. First, he kissed at the hollow behind my jaw, stopping only briefly to whisper something that tickled my ear.

From there, he went to my shoulder, and then the side of my breast. When he touched my hip bone, I nearly turned into a puddle. But, when he ended at the back of my knee and bit down on the tender skin, a shock went through my like electricity.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged him back up a little too hard. Maybe his strong touch in an area that so rarely felt anythi

ng caused a short circuit. He looked me over with a mixture of surprise and perseverance, but he took it in stride.

Troy broke away from me and coolly backed up to the opposite corner of the box. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he pulled his tie loose from its knot. He left it draped over his shoulders like a boa.

“You’re gonna strip for me?” I asked.

“Call it what you wanna call it,” he said, “but I’m not taking my eyes off you.”

The buttons popped free of his dress shirt one by one. I’d fought so hard for him to wear something other than a polo before we left the house, and now I wanted it off him even more than he did.

He didn’t break his promise, either. Troy’s dark eyes remained on mine while each tantalizing inch of skin was revealed. Abdominal muscles climbed a staggered ladder up to his hard chest. When he reached his collar, he freed the last button and rolled his shoulders out of the shirt in one motion.

The leather belt he wore tore free of the loops like a whip. His slacks dropped and he kicked out of them, along with his shined shoes and thin socks.

He was as hard as oak and pointed right at me. The sight of him was too much to deny. I practically ran across the small chasm between us to get to his embrace. He caught me in a hug and pressed his mouth over mine.

His cock wagged at me. I jumped in the air and wrapped my legs around him. He walked me back to the wall and reached between us. I turned my body to help him as he lined himself up with my slickened canal.

He plunged deep on the first thrust. My body worked to take him. “Oh…God,” I moaned.

His strong neck held my weight as I leaned back and arched into him. He sent a series of powerful jolts through me that made my head spin.

In the mirror across from me, I could see his muscled ass drive forward to help deliver his package. Much like the rest of him, it was made for work. The view, along with the way he so insistently crushed his whole body between my legs, put me on the verge of an orgasm.

“Troy, I’m gonna come.”

He fired his hips even harder and his cock twitched. I went over the edge and fell into a sea of sensations. It washed through me like a heavy, warm, rain.

“Ohhh,” I cried.

Harsh breaths flowed from the corners of his mouth as he pinned me to the wall and pumped.

“Troy, don’t stop!”

There was a burst like lighting in my middle that rolled through my entire body. Wave after wave crashed down until I was breathless.

Troy hugged me around the shoulders as his lower half punched forward. He came inside me with strong spurts that filled me in a way I’d craved since I met him.

My hair tangled into his as we blew hot air on each other’s necks. He was spent, and so was I. We both seemed to float back to reality around the same time. He leaned his head against the wall by my ear. I could feel the last bits of pleasure run through him as he slid out of me.

Troy released the emergency stop and we shared a look like we’d just gotten away with something. I hoped I’d get to have that moment with him many more times over the rest of our lives.

I scrambled for my clothes and tossed him his. The elevator “dinged” and the doors slid open on creaky wheels. The silence that flooded in from the open hallway was deafening.

Troy poked his head out and looked both ways. I wore my dress draped around me like a towel.

He leaned back inside, and with that easy smile on his face, held his arm out in front of him like he was giving me permission to walk in to our new life together. “After you, Mrs. Eason.”

Thank you for reading, and thank you all for making 2016 the best year of my life. I can’t wait to show you EVERYTHING I’ve been working on next year, and I’m sure you’re all going to love it!

-Nikki

PS: Meg Jackson also wants to share her utmost appreciation for everyone who read this book. You’ve helped make her dreams come true, and I can’t tell you what a difference you’ve made in both of our lives.