Page 13 of The Press Secretary's Passion
“Are you going somewhere?” a deep voice growls in my ear as a strong hand wraps around my upper arm and pulls me through a door.
I am up to my eyeballs in highhanded men, and I’m beginning to think I’ve had enough.
“What do you want?” I let out a frustrated sigh. I feel like I’m spinning out of control, and I very much prefer being in the driver seat of my own life.
“Are you going to fuck him?” Ryan vibrates with his question.
“I’m not sure how that’s any of your business,” I reply. And as much as the idea bothers me, it’s not Ryan’s place to judge. He forfeited that right when he tossed nasty words at me and fled my house before he even had his pants buttoned up.
“You know he’s old enough to be your grandfather,” he says as he stares at me, and I force a bored expression across my face.
“Your concern is touching.” I let my sharp words hang in the air.
“Does he get to touch you?” he asks as he brushes a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Do you let him suck your tits or eat your pussy? Are you wet for him like you are for me?”
“I think I hate you,” I whisper.
“I don’t think I care,” he says, and then his mouth crashes down on mine.
As much as I said I didn’t want him again after the way he left me before, it was all a lie. I know that now, and so does he, because we can both feel the way my body melts against his, the way my mouth opens under his, and the sound of my soft moan as he licks inside.
I never stood a chance.
“That’s what I thought,” his deep voice rumbles in my ear, and then he licks up the side of my neck and trails his lips over my cheek and behind my ear as he bunches my dress up in his hands. I help hold my full skirts as he traces his fingertip over the lace edge of my panties before he pulls them aside.
My breath sears in my lungs as he swipes a finger over my center. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, because we both know how wet I am for him now, and the smug look Ryan is giving me tells me that he’s going to be unbearable afterward.
He kisses me again, and it’s hard and hungry, wet and deep. I clutch his shoulders, and I’m unable to do anything more than just hold on.
But it’s when he pulls back, taking his ruthless mouth away from mine, that my eyes flutter open. His dark eyes watch me intently, and then I gasp as he plunges a finger deep inside me. He watches me as he pumps his hand again and again before he slides his fingers out and swirls his fingertip over my clit, covering me in my wetness.
I begin to rock my hips against his hand. I can’t help myself.
I need more.
Ryan plunges two fingers deep again, pumping them in and out of me in hard and fast strokes. He watches me, his eyes never leaving my face, and my breaths come out in pants as he drives me closer and closer to a precipice I’m unprepared to go over.
He drops his mouth to mine as he swirls his thumb over my clit, and my mouth drops open, but Ryan doesn’t deepen our connection there. He quietly takes in my breaths and drinks down my whimpers. I hold onto him so tightly that my finger whiten with the pressure as he thrusts his fingers inside me over and over, and then everything stills and I come.
Ryan covers my mouth with his to stifle the noises I make as he slowly glides his fingers in and out. When I can’t take it anymore, my flesh too sensitive for any more, I grip his forearm in my hand. He kisses my mouth once more then the corner and then places another on my cheek before he slips his fingers free, rights my panties, and pulls my skirt back down to cover me.
My breath saws in and out of my lungs, and I watch him with rapt attention as he licks his fingers clean. I want him still, even though he’s just seen to me. I want to touch him, to please him, to make him lose control the way he makes me.
I start to drop to my knees to return the favor, but Ryan catches me under my arms to stop me. Rejection burns through me, and it is not a nice feeling.
“No, honey,” he says softly. “This one was just for you.”
“Okay,” I whisper, even though I don’t feel okay, but at this point I will say anything to get out of this closet, because we’re developing a nasty habit of me giving my body to Captain Black and then him rejecting me shortly after. A habit I desperately need to break. And even as I think that, I know that if he came to me again, I still wouldn’t say no, and I’m not sure what that says about me either.
“We should get back out there,” he says as he watches me, and I get the distinct impression he sees more than I want him to.
“Yeah,” I agree. The need to get out of here is growing inside me more and more. Ryan Black is a poison, and I’m afraid the only way to get rid of it is to work him out of my system. “I’ll go first.”
And then I scoot around him and scurry out the door. I stop at the ladies’ room to make sure I don’t look like I was just finger-fucked in a broom closet, and finally the stars shine on me, because I don’t. And then I decide to go rescue Cara, when really I’m the one who needs the rescue.
“Mind if I steal your girl for a minute?” I ask Rick. I can see he wants to say no. I lower my voice and whisper for his ears only, even though I know Cara can hear me to, “She’ll be safe. I promise. And Ryan is close.”
His dark eyes flare, and then he answers, “Sure. Don’t be gone too long.” And then he places a hard but fast kiss to her lips before letting her go and turning away.
