His smooth, circular motion was almost hypnotic. The easy rhythm felt unbelievably good as it coalesced with the sensation of her clit rubbing against his corrugated grooves, his fingers pumping into her and his tongue flittering over her nipple. He literally created sensory overload. And when his finger dipped into that small, tight hole, she cried out in sheer ecstasy.

Her hips pressed down, so that she rode his stomach, her swollen clit and dewy folds rubbing vigorously.

“Oh, Christ, Ryan.” She lost all touch with her surroundings, with her previous worries. Nothing existed except for this man—and the incredibly wicked things he did to her body. “Oh, fuck, yes. God, I’m going to come.”

Hard. She knew it innately. To the depths of her soul.

He worked his finger into her ass, up to the knuckle. She rocked against his abs, absorbing the sinfully delicious, searing sensation in her backside, and the increasingly sensual touch against her clit. Then he jacked her internal temperature higher by easing a third finger into her pussy and pumping heartily.

An electric current surged from the erogenous zones he claimed, mastered, possessed. Maxi’s pulse raged. Her heart pounded. She blazed from the inferno Ryan incited.

“I love how crazed you get,” he said against her bare breast. “Come for me.”

“Ryan,” she said on harsh pants of air. “Oh, God. Ryan!”

She couldn’t have held back if she’d wanted to. Every single sensation within her collided and erupted. Burst wide open. She screamed as the inferno consumed her, losing herself completely in the heat and intensity and the firestorm she’d tried to explain to him earlier in the day.

The powerful orgasm roared through her. Her body shook violently. Her inner walls squeezed tight, prolonging the climax. A perfect, sizzling, erotic climax.

It took forever for Maxi to return to herself. To realize her face was buried in the crook of Ryan’s neck, her mouth open, her teeth pressing against the thick cords of his throat, his slightly salty flesh against her tongue.

Her fingertips were curled into his shoulders. His fingers were still deep inside her.

“Oh, God.” She moaned. Dazed. Breathless. Brimming with a satisfaction the likes of which she’d never known. Not just the sort that came from sexual completion. This ran so much deeper. She felt molten. Languid. Thoroughly cared for and oh so sated.

An unfamiliar, euphoric feeling seeped through her veins. Oozed down her spine. One she couldn’t decipher, dissect, or fully rationalize. Except to say that Ryan had just given her exactly what she’d needed for far too long.

He’d done it despite the high stakes they’d admitted to facing when it came to the company. He’d done it without asking for anything in return—not even wondering aloud if she had more than one condom so that he could get his afterward. He’d acted selflessly, and that warmed Maxi’s heart as much as his scorching orgasms flamed her body.

It took a few minutes for her to regroup. He seemed in no particular hurry to get her off of him. He slowly, carefully withdrew from her. She watched as though from outside herself as he reached into his pants pocket for a handkerchief and wiped his hands and abs. Then stuffed the cloth away. His arms slid around her.

Maxi melted against him.

This was not what she’d ever imagined from an impulse-fuck.

She cringed inwardly. That was definitely not the appropriate term to use. Despite Maxi’s natural propensity for being direct and straightforward about situations such as this, she couldn’t deny that every single second with Ryan did not feel impulsive. It didn’t feel like a fast fuck. And neither one of them was making a quick exit.

Honestly, she could have stayed snuggled against his chest for all of eternity.

Definitely not a feeling with which she was familiar. Nor had she ever been in a post-coital situation where her lover gently stroked her hair while one arm was draped around her waist. Holding her to him as though he was no more interested in letting her go than she was in leaving.

So strange.

Yet so obvious. So palpable.

Again, so all-consuming.

Maybe too all-consuming. It suddenly occurred to Maxi that she wouldn’t have heard her cell ringing over the sound of her moans and Ryan’s sexy growls. She hadn’t given a single thought to incoming texts or e-mails since her last meeting had wrapped and Ryan had started massaging her feet.

She had no idea what time it was. No concept of anything except…Ryan. And his hot and hard body beneath her.

“Damn,” she mumbled as she forced herself to sit up, while still straddling his midsection. Her gaze skated over his handsome visage. But as she took him in, her stomach plummeted and her jaw slackened.

“What?” Ryan asked, his voice as low and hoarse as hers. His gorgeous brown eyes were warm and seductive, almost making her forget her sudden alarm.

She didn’t allow herself to get caught up in his glowing irises. Her gaze moved back to his neck, his broad shoulders, his collarbone.

Remorse lanced through her. “Ryan,” she said as she lifted a hand, about to gingerly place it on his chest. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “I—I’m so sorry.” She took in the extent of marks she’d left on his body, and shame hit her hard. “Shit. I can’t believe I did that to you. God, I’m so very sorry. I didn’t mean to actually claw at you. I—”

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