Page 84 of The Moment He Saw Her

“Where did you really learn to make chocolate like that? You’re not an heiress to some chocolate empire, are you?” he joked.

She gave a little squeak and turned. He leaned in, caging her between his arms.

“Are you?” he asked.

“No, of course not,” she said too quickly. “I learned online like I’ve already told you.”

“I don’t think so.” He touched the pulse in her neck. “This tells me you’re lying. Where, Libby?”

They stared at each other, and before he could ask again, she was kissing him. Her arms wound around his neck, that lush body pressed to his, and Ryder lost every thought but one.Her.

Picking her up, he lowered her onto his desk.

It was fast, desperate, and he needed more. Sliding his hands under her clothes, Ryder moved upward until he could cup her breast through the cotton of her bra.

“Fuck, Libby.”

“Yes,” she whispered, nipping his jaw, which had him tugging down the cups and exposing the curves of her breasts. He circled the peaks, and she moaned. He was so hard now he’d combust if she brushed against him.

Pushing her clothes up and off her body, he took a second to look at what he’d uncovered. She was slight, as he’d known she was, but her breasts were the perfect size and tipped with ruby nipples he needed to taste. Lowering his head, Ryder drew one deep into his mouth.

“Oh my,” she breathed. “So good.”

He slid a hand into the waistband of her leggings and stroked the smooth skin. Her hands crept inside the neck of his shirt, nails scraping his back, which had lust rampaging through him. Right then, the world could implode around them, and he wouldn’t stop. This woman made him lose reason and narrowed his existence down to a single thing: her. When she was near, Libby was all he could see.

“Be sure this time, Libby,” he rasped.

“Now, Ryder.”

He booted the door shut with his heel, then tugged her leggings and panties down. “This first time will be fast because I can’t wait to have you, but next time, in my bed, we’ll have all night,” he whispered against her lips.

“Less talk, more action,” she rasped, opening his jeans.

Ryder pulled out his wallet and the condom he always carried. She took it from him as he pushed down his jeans and boxers.

He groaned low and deep in his throat as she wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked. It was torture and bliss.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“So good,” she whispered.

He touched her then, stroking the damp seam between her thighs before finding the tight bud and running his thumb over it.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered as she tightened her grip.

Ryder drove two fingers inside her heat, and she shuddered, her breath coming in rough pants.

“Come for me, baby.” He kept up a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of her slick heat as he battled the need that rose inside him as Libby continued her sweet torture of his cock. Then she arched suddenly and gasped as the climax swept over her.

“Now,” she demanded.

He took the condom and sheathed himself. “I’m not arguing with an Amazonian warrior.” Gripping her hips, he eased her forward to the edge of the desk and then drove deep inside her.

“So good,” she moaned, her arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“So good,” he replied as he pulled out, then thrust back in. “We were always heading here.”

“Yes,” she breathed into his neck.

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