Page 63 of Bite Your Tongue

But before those thoughts send me into a downhill, self-sabotaging spiral, Ryder shuts them up.

“I promise,” he says instantly, his hand caressing my cheek. “I hooked up with you because I’d dreamed about it for fucking years and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be close with the most beautiful and fascinating woman I’d ever met.” He swallows. “I didn’t expect you to keep me around long enough to fall in love, but to be honest, I knew when I showed up in Charleston on Christmas Eve, I was a goner.”

I’ve tried my best to fight my feelings for this man. The biggest reason was because I didn’t think he could ever be mine—not long-term anyway. I assumed that because of my track record, I’d get a few measly hookups with him before he moved on. So, I reversed the game. I became the one calling the shots.

I’m scared to tell him how big my feelings for him are—to lay it all out there and give him a piece of myself after all the times I’ve been burned. But out of all the men who have hurt me, none of them ever jumped on a plane and flew halfway across the country to spend Christmastime with me. Or traveled to NewYork City to spend New Year’s Eve with me, just to have to fly back for work.

Ryder isn’t like every guy who has hurt me.

“I … I love you too,” I whisper, swallowing back a lump in my throat. “I think I knew Christmas night, when you showed up with a horse-drawn sleigh. I guess I was just too scared to say it.” I grin sadly, looking down and shrugging my shoulders. “My track record speaks for itself, and I really didn’t feel like getting hurt again.” I sigh. “And I really,reallywas trying to avoid complicating Smith’s life.Again.”

Moving his hand downward, he tilts my chin up with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you, Saylor. If you walk away from me, that’s your choice. But if this is you finally giving me a chance, I promise, I’m not going to fuck it up.” Leaning down, he presses his forehead to mine. “Trust me, okay?”

Looking into his eyes, I nod subtly. “Okay,” I whisper. “I do.”

A grin stretches across his face before he presses his lips to mine and kisses me. We’ve kissed before, but this feels different somehow.

Deeper.

When he kisses me deeper, I feel something hard poking my stomach, and I moan into his mouth, knowing that he’s turned on just from kissing me.

“Fuck, I missed this mouth,” he growls, pulling back and cupping my nape. “Saylor, I want you so fucking bad right now that I can’t think straight.”

I bring my mouth closer to his, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Then take me, Pretty Boy.”

His eyes darken, and his dick jolts against me once more as a low groan escapes his lips. My nipples harden under my sweatshirt because I know from the look in his eyes that he’s going to take me right here in this conference room.

And I can’t fucking wait.

My cock strains against my dress pants zipper as I loop my arm around Saylor’s back and guide her to take a few steps back before lifting her and setting her down on the conference room table.

The blinds are drawn, and I locked the door when we first came in—not wanting anyone to walk in on us having an argument because, truthfully, I didn’t know how this conversation was going to go.

I’ve known for a while that I was in love with this woman, but she kept me at arm’s length for so long that I knew better than to tell her how I felt, for fear of scaring her away. I could feel that she loved me, too, but I needed her to realize it all on her own.

Reaching down, I tug at the zipper on her Sharks sweatshirt, pulling it until it’s undone. She lifts one arm up at a time, allowing me to yank it off, leaving her in her blue tank top and jeans.

“Your hair looks nice,” I say, reaching for the button of her jeans. I undo it before slowly peeling them, along with her thong, from her body and exposing her sexy legs.

She cringes slightly. “Thanks. I went a little crazy, I guess.”

Just from her tone, it’s obvious she regrets her decision. She’s gorgeous right now, and the brown hair, with the way it’s styled, makes her look a little edgier than normal. She’s hot for sure. Then again, she could shave it and still be the mostbeautiful woman I know. But it’s not her, and I’m sure that’s why she doesn’t love it.

Once her jeans and thong are on the floor, I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her lips, which quickly turns into us making out. My tongue slips into her mouth, and she drags it deeper, sucking on it just like she would my aching cock. I kiss her jawline and then her neck and keep moving downward until I get to her tits.

When I unclasp the front of her bra, it falls open, and her nipples perk up instantly, begging me to lick them. I suck on one before moving to the next. A popping sound erupts when I release her left nipple, and I eat up her moans, simply from having her tits played with. I keep moving, and as I kiss her stomach, I slip my hands down further, loving the way her body reacts to my touch.

She lies on her back as I begin dragging my tongue along her stomach. Kneeling down, I slip two fingers into her heat, not surprised when my fingers are suddenly soaked because she’s so fucking drenched.

I finger-fuck her roughly before I move downward and pull my hand back. Dragging my chin up her thigh, I plant my face right between her legs. The second my tongue touches her heat, she lets out a sharp hiss and thrusts her pussy hard against my mouth.

“Fuck, I love your mouth,” she growls, grabbing hold of my hair and pulling it.

She tastes so fucking good on my tongue, and the sounds slipping from deep in her throat make my cock jump.

I pull my mouth from her just enough to gaze up into her eyes. “Play with those big, beautiful tits while I eat your pussy, baby,” I command her.

When she drags her hands upward until she’s cupping her large breasts, I swear I could fucking blow my load right now.She teases herself, playing with her nipples and making my head spin.

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