Riley smiled and swiped a towel over the steamed-up mirror. She looked pretty sexy if she did say so herself. It must be all the fucking she and Soloman had been engaging in. It was good for the blood flow. After the insanely hot garage sex, Soloman had brought her back inside to half-heartedly lecture her on the proper use of his kitchen. She had proceeded to show him how good she was at naked clean-up, which ended in the bedroom (it turned out she was not good at naked clean-up, but she was very good at naked other things...).Finally, after another round of sex and an in-depth discussion on foreign cars and exactly what type of car Soloman was going to be buying her, because no way was she going to let dude promise her a car and not follow through, they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Once again, Riley had woken before him, but this time she had slipped into the shower instead of the garage.She decided she would surprise him with a naked wake-up blow job and dropped her
Two hours later she was wearing another one of his shirts and roaring up the beach on a stolen motorcycle. She grinned under the black helmet. She'd never ridden a Ducati XDiavel S before. She'd've pegged Soloman as more of an old school Harley kind of guy. But hey, she wasn't going to complain. She needed the kind speed only a crotch rocket could provide to put some distance between her and the kind of hell that would fall on her head once Soloman found out she was gone.She knew better than to try to go through the gates of his private estate. Security would stop her in about two heartbeats and then there would be hell to pay when Soloman got home. There was going to be hell to pay anyway, but at least she got out for a joyride and was going to check on her shop.Thank god for Katie and her supreme patience in teaching Riley everything she knew about breaking out of impossible to escape places. Riley's dad had taught her how to steal cars and Katie had taught her the fine art of br
Fury and pride ripped through Soloman as he stalked out of the mess that had once been Merchant's beautifully furnished lobby entrance. Now, instead of dealing with this shit, as the boss should, he would have to go find his own personal Houdini woman and explain to her exactly what he meant by stay in the fucking bedroom. Goddamn was she ever a handful. And she'd stolen another fucking vehicle.He threw his cigarillo into the gutter and flung open the door to Roman's '69 Mustang. Soloman was starting to to run out of his own cars. Without being asked, Roman drove like a demon, running lights to get them to Riley's garage. Their guy had spotted her pulling his bike into the lot thirty minutes earlier. Soloman already had three men sitting on the shop ensuring her safety. And making sure she didn't pull another disappearing act on him before he could get his hands on her."Gonna mess her up?" Roman grunted from the driver's seat.Soloman turned his face slowly to look at his right-ha
She ignored him, standing her ground.He raised an eyebrow. "If I have to come over there, I promise little girl, I will put you on your knees and break that mouth in. And I won't be gentle.""Fuck you," she spat, "since when have you been gentle?"He didn't give her any more chances. Stalking toward her, he reached out and took her arm in a brutal hold as she tried to stumble away from him. She cried out when he shook her and snarled into her face, "I have been more lenient with you than any other. No more, Riley."She brought her hands up, but he shoved them down, heedless of the delicate bones he might be bruising. He took her tank top and bra in one hand and ruthlessly yanked them down below her breasts, stretching the material to accommodate her cleavage. He let go and allowed the underwire and elasticized top to push the gorgeous globes up. She gasped and squirmed in his hold."Soloman..." she cried out.Ignoring her, he bent his head and clamped his teeth over one already
He couldn't help himself, he laughed too. He genuinely laughed. For the first time in as long as he could remember. Maybe for the first time ever. This was how he knew Riley was special. She pulled things out of him no one else was capable of. Taking her arm in a gentle grip, he helped her stand up.He watched her carefully while she attempted to right her clothes, then he reached out and took her hand. "Time to go," he said, tugging her toward the door.She resisted, digging her feet in. When he glanced at her, she shook her head. "Soloman, can we just talk for a second?""No need to talk," he growled, tugging harder on her hand until she stumbled against him. Some of the satisfaction he felt at having her suck him off left to be replaced by annoyance at her constant resistance. "You know where I stand. Now walk out the damn door and get in the fucking car. If I have to carry you, I will make sure you regret it later. I have things to take care of. Things I had to leave unfinished
Riley was in heaven.She sat on the beach of her sprawling estate home waiting for her super sexy badass boyfriend to come home. Yeah, she was claiming his shit. She figured if he could just up and claim her then she was claiming his house, his pool, his cars (except for the dented BMW), the golf course (who knew he had a golf course!), a few hotels, a yacht, a nightclub and various other businesses she had yet to lay claim to. She didn't want the casinos though. She told him in graphic detail her thoughts on gambling. He thought she was being oversensitive because of Cilia. She thought he was being an asshole for not getting rid of his casinos. Their fight ended in bed, as usual.She even gave her new yacht away. Of course, she hadn't exactly told Soloman yet. It was payment to Roman for services rendered. But Soloman had told her his stuff was her stuff, so as far as she was concerned she could give away whatever she wanted. And Roman loved the yacht.She dug her freshly painted b
Riley immediately lifted her head from where she'd been moaning and licking his neck in abandon. "Stay the fuck away from the garage," she moaned, nipping his ear. "You dent another one of my cars and I'll castrate you."He ignored her order and stabbed the code in, releasing the side garage door. She began struggling in his arms when she saw his intent. "No, Soloman, you'll wreck one of my beauties!"He took a fistful of her hair and brought her face up to his for a heated kiss, spearing his tongue into her mouth. She took a moment away from her protest to return his kiss with enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck and rocking her hips against his flat stomach. He reached behind his neck and gently untwined her arms. She moaned in protest as he lifted her away from his body.Her sexy moan turned to a screech of horror when she saw exactly where he intended to set her down. "Oh no you fucking don't! We'll knock it over! I want to keep this one forever! It purrs like a kitten.
"Wake up, Riley."She moaned and tried to role away from the hands gently pulling her onto her back. She was exhausted and a little sore from Soloman's sexual demands throughout the night. The man was fucking insatiable! Not that she was complaining. Her body was aching in a happy way, but she was so not a morning person. Unless he was waking her up tell her the new car had arrived."Mmmmm, my new car here?" she mumbled into the bedding, rubbing a fist in her eye before attempting to crack it open."No," he chuckled and rolled her over more forcefully so she was facing him. She covered a yawn and shoved an elbow under herself in an attempt to prop herself up and give her a better glaring vantage point."Then why're you waking me up so ungodly early?" she complained, glaring past him through the uncovered patio door at the morning sunlit lawn like it was out to personally destroy her life.He was already wearing one of his incredibly mouth-watering dark suits with a crisp white shi