How to Avoid a Billionaire(23)

“You are very bad, angel,” he said and teased her mouth with a kiss. “Do you know the danger you’re in, temping me?”

Melanie widened her eyes on purpose. He clicked with his tongue. He grabbed her hands and placed them at the band of his pants.

“Since you want it, go get it,” he commanded.

“I…”

He waited in silence, and she looked down to do as he asked. The sound his zipper made had never been so seductive, and when she reached inside his pants, her desire shot through the roof. Ryder’s cock seemed bigger and harder. She held it in her hands, and it seemed to throb. Precome beaded the head. She was about to rub her thumb over the liquid, but he stopped her.

“Lick it.”

She dropped to her knees and stuffed his shaft between her lips. The taste of him, the feel, even the scent drove her wild. She moaned and took him deeper, but no sooner had she done so, Ryder whipped her off her knees and pushed her against the door. He followed and held her there, hands on her arms.

“Open your pants, and pull your panties down.”

Her body on fire, she snatched her jeans open and ripped them over her hips along with her panties. Ryder didn’t allow the clothing to hit the floor before he bent his knees and thrust between her legs. Melanie’s nails sank into his arms. She screamed his name and pleaded for more. He raised her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The door handle bumped her ass as Ryder drove roughly into her. Thumps echoed across the hall and up the stairs, but Ryder didn’t stop.

“You’re so hot,” he moaned in her ear.

“Faster, please, Ryder. Do it harder.”

Their pelvises slapped together, her cheeks hit the door, and Ryder cursed. “Damn it, too soon!”

She felt his hot seed fill her, but she wasn’t worried. Ryder would get hard again and even take her all night. He drove into her pussy as far as he could and held still, panting. She reached between them and stroked her clit. Her lover pumped slow and easy. She began to moan when her core muscles contracted.

“Mmm, yeah, you’re close, angel. Rub that clit for me.”

She did and pinched it as an orgasm exploded. His name trembled on her lips, but she bit it off when the front door opened. James stood frozen in place. Ryder turned so his naked body blocked hers from sight. I need to die right now from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize…”

“You have the night off, James,” Ryder snapped. “Good night.”

“Good night, sir.” The door clicked closed.

Melanie buried her face against Ryder’s neck. This time, her groan had nothing to do with pleasure. “Kill me now.”

“It’s okay.” He chuckled above her.

“He saw us.”

“He saw my naked rear. Nothing he hadn’t glimpsed before. Come. Let’s continue this conversation in my bed.”

She frowned at him. “What conversation?”

He winked. “Exactly.”

The next morning, Melanie opened her eyes to find herself alone in the bed. Sun shone through the open French doors, and she wrapped a sheet around herself and went to investigate. Ryder stood on the balcony staring out at the water. Before she reached him, she paused to soak in the view. Other houses dotted the shoreline, and already people were out on the water in their boats. The entire scene seemed far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, so peaceful.

“This is wonderful. I don’t know how you leave home,” she murmured.

He turned and extended his hand. She took it and settled against his chest. “I have a confession, angel.”

She stiffened in his arms and looked up at him. “This isn’t your house?”

He laughed. “It’s mine. No, not that. The movies.”

“What about them?”

“I stayed up several nights watching and taking notes on what I could discuss with you.”

“You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

She pulled out of his hold and just stared at him. “You lost sleep to study up on a few B movies as if you had to give a presentation? Is that how you approach everything? You learn what people like and make sure you know enough to impress them, like you did with my dad.”

“In all fairness, I didn’t know you were taking me to your parents’ house.”

“But you knew I was half Chinese.”

“I can prove to you I’ve done business that required me to learn about Chinese culture.”

She folded her arms under her chest. “That’s not the point.”

“What point are you making?”

“Don’t talk to me like none of this affects you, Ryder, as if I’m just one more person to manipulate, or rather, placate when the situation calls for it. I don’t appreciate the trick! Why did you even tell me? You could have left me ignorant. I mean you had me going. I was impressed.”