Quicksilver Dreams(184)

                The ringing of my cell alarm brought me back to wakefulness too soon, though I did find myself deliciously, protectively spooned by Ryder’s big body. His thick, muscular forearm was anchored across my waist, making me have to stretch to shut off the offending sound in the quiet of the room. I settled back into his warm body once again, wiggling my ass against his cock, as was becoming my custom, and appreciating the growing stiffness I could feel there.

                “Stop that,” he groaned against my ear, but he still ground his hips to my backside. “We don’t have time. Or do we?” His arm slid from my waist up to my rib cage, his rough palm caressing and cupping my soft breast.

                “We could multitask,” I gasped. Heat shot from the point where he was rolling my nipple between his fingers to my sex, in waves. “Come take a shower with me.”

                “Anytime.”

                I wasn’t exactly late to work, but I definitely had to rush. It began playfully enough—me washing Ryder and treating his cock like my own personal lollipop while his face took on a look of torment mixed with ecstasy, and then him washing me, his mouth on me like I was the best flavor around, making me buck against him involuntarily with moans. Before long, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and he’d barely slid a condom on—how smart he was to snag one on our way to the bathroom—before he was pinning me to the wall with his thrusting hips.

                Technically, I was on time in that I was in front of my office building at eight o’clock in the morning, though Ryder was still plundering my mouth with his goodbye kiss. Or was I doing the plundering?

                “I better go.” I pulled away. “Reggie’s probably going to be upset because I didn’t show yesterday.” I took a mirror out of my purse and did a quick lipstick check, wiping away the smudges caused by our lip-lock and reapplying before snapping the compact shut and putting it all away.

                “I still don’t see why you need to go to work,” he began, but I didn’t let him get far.

                “I told you. I need my job.”

                “No, you don’t—”

                “I do.” The thought of being entirely reliant on another person was frightening enough to make even my inner punk give me that Scream face. “I’m not going to sponge off you—”

                “It’s not sponging.”

                This, for me, was nonnegotiable. “Look. Who knows when Frank is going to surface again, and I can’t be that girl that sits at home eating bonbons and watching Judge Mathis. Seriously. He probably knows that I’m with you, and not only that, from what Cynthia told me, I’m working in an office run by the Sunan elders. I’m probably safer than you. I’m going to be fine today.”

                “It makes me uncomfortable.” He frowned after a pause. “I can’t protect you if something happens in there.”

                “I’ll call. I’ll text. I’ll keep you in the loop throughout the day.”

                “Taylor—”

                “Just trust me.” My voice was no-nonsense, and I willed him to really look at me and see me. “I’ve been looking out for myself a long time.”

                His pale eyes looked into mine steadily before he gave a long-suffering sigh. “All right. I’m agreeing to this because I see your point about the safety of being in the building and because you’re agreeing to update me on things. Regularly. Frequently.”