Page 118 of Rival to the Billionaire

"Now? But?—"

"But nothing," I say before sliding my hands down her back and cupping her ass. "An hour's plenty of time for what I have in mind." I kiss her again, our tongues sliding together as I lead her backward and then toward the dining room.

I notice that the table's still set for two with a white cloth spread across it and candles burning in each of the hotel's crystal glass chandeliers. Everything is set out: white linen napkins, silverware, and china. A crystal glass jug of water sits between two crystal glasses.

"Hell. I forgot about this setup. Whose bright idea was it to leave this here?"

Jenny laughs. "Yours. You were getting back from skipping your lunch meeting and you said we should go ahead and eat here. Remember?"

"Yeah, I guess I did." We reach the table and I gently set her down on the white tablecloth, my hands against the soft gray fabric of her dress. "I guess you'll have to thank me later."

"Thank you? For what?"

"For arranging such a beautiful setup…" I slip my hand inside her dress, feeling the soft warmth of the flesh of her thighs. "I want you to be able to look at something nice while I bend you over and fuck you against this table."

Jenny stares up at me with her eyes wide, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as an expanse of her caramel cleavage peeks through.

I lightly raise the hem of her dress and slip my hand inside it. "We've got a lot of time to make good on all those promises. I'm going to show you how much I want you right now."

She nods slowly, closing her eyes and leaning back. "I'm going to need a lot of time," she whispers.

"Okay," I say, slipping my hand deeper inside her dress as I begin to stroke the soft, wet curls underneath her underwear and between her legs. "As you wish. But we've only got an hour to get you ready for all this."

"I think I can handle that. But hurry. I'm dying here."

I smile, taking a step back and watching as she raises her dress and slips it up past her hips, her back arching as the fabric slips over her curves. Her breasts pop up, her taut, copper-colored nipples really hard against the thin material of her bra. Every time I see her like this, I'm amazed by how beautiful she is. It's not just that Jen's not gorgeous…She is.

But it's all the other small qualities about her—the sound of her sighs, the taste of her lips, the way she fits to me so perfectly, the way she looks at me, that make me melt.

And, Lord, does this woman know exactly how to look at me.

Grabbing her hips, I twist Jenny around to face the table, my hands lifting to hold hers against the table. She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes half-lidded with passion. Her lips are red and wet and tauntingly parted. I run my fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her close. I kiss her again, slowly, my tongue slipping in between hers. She groans low, goosebumps spreading from her neck to her shoulders.

Pulling her hair, I guide her head to the surface of the table. She bows back but keeps her legs trapped between mine, hiking up the hem of her dress even higher until she reaches the top of her thighs.

"Holy fuck, baby. Stay just like this. I want to see you."

She nods, circling her hips, a smile forming on the side of her face. "I'll do my best."

I look down and watch her, feeling the heat of her skin and the way she tips her head back as she leans against my hand, letting my fingers play with her pussy as I guide each digit southwards. "You're trying to distract me."

She looks up, over her shoulder at me and smiles. Opening her lips to say something, she closes them again as I slide a finger inside her, circling around the throbbing bundle of nerve endings at her apex. "I-I'm trying to distract myself. Or I won't be able to last very long."

"Of course you will," I say, sliding my finger in and out of her. "I can make it last long. Draw this out for the whole hour…" I suck in a quick breath, kissing the nape of her neck. "Or I can put you out of your misery now, baby. What do you want?"

"I just want to feel you inside me," she answers breathlessly. I slip another finger beneath her panties, inside her, and she moans, her voice throbbing with desire.

"And I will be. But first, I'm going to make you come, and you're going to let yourself go with me."

"I-I will," she stammers, her words jagged and choked. Her legs tremble against mine. "You're making me so wet, Ryder. I'm dying."

"You're not dying. You're going to come like this. Then you'll go on later and do what you need to do. That was the plan anyway. Remember?"

"I do."

"You're going to have me on your mind as you give your speech as new co-chair of the board and make all those big pitches." I tilt her head back, my mouth a hair's width from her skin. "You're going to think about me finger-fucking you as you shake hands with executives and lawyers." I pull back from her, taking a deep breath as my hand continues to work. "Are you ready for that?"

"Yes," she breathes, nodding slowly. She's quiet for a moment, biting her lip and closing her eyes. Reaching down, I rip what's left of her soaking panties, letting the ruined garment slide to the floor.

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