Ryan sighed heavily. "Is this about the call? Jeez, Claire. We were talking about office matters, so why are you behaving like this?" His voice was no longer teasing."I don't care," Claire said. "I'm not even sure what I'm doing here in the first place."Ryan strode toward her. "You're here because we both want to be here. I don't want you gone, and I feel like I'll go nuts if you try to do it?" He hauled her body closer.Sharply Claire inhaled some oxygen upon his embrace, her back against his hard chest She stilled in his arms, feeling the warmth. "Is this how you deal with Doris and all other women you fuck around?" she asked."I don't fuck around with just anyone," Ryan whispered, and then kissed her neck.She tilted her head in response. "Believe me," he added.Liar!"Oh, so I should be grateful, right? That the mighty Ryan Stevens has his dick on me?" Claire"Aren't you?" Ryan smiled, nuzzling her hair. "Just admit it, Claire, you don't want to go anywhere but here?" He gripped
"Sleep here tonight," Ryan croaked."Huh?" Abandoning the warmth of his bare chest, Claire glanced up at him. "Sleep here?" Her eyes awoke."Yeah." Ryan kissed her hair. "It's getting late and it's raining." Oh? But he could still drive her home, couldn't he? Claire blushed."Is that the only reason you want me to sleep here?" she asked, resuming her comfort in his arms, hugged possessively.How she loved feeling his body so near hers, and his naughty hands toying with her hair smoothly, if not her skin every now and then."Maybe I don't want you away tonight." Ryan smiled, lying more comfortable in his king-size bed, his wide back against the pillows. "You can go to work from here."How convincing! Claire was amused. Well, it was a tempting offer. It was undeniable that she felt different being here in his apartment, his bed, and in his arms. It felt serendipitous."I don't have clothes for tomorrow," she said softly. Her index finger was childishly trailing the contours of his sculpt
"You taste great, baby," Ryan muttered as he pulled back, still holding her trembling legs. "You can't come yet. I love doing it with you." He sprang his hard erection out of the briefs he was wearing."Please . . . Ryan." Claire couldn't hold it. She wanted him, she craved the release. She was breathing erratically. "Fuck me," she snapped, beseeching at him. "Please. Now. Deep."Obeying her wish, Ryan kissed her swiftly on the lips, and quickly eased his length inside her. She screamed as he filled her, and her legs curled around him, her mouth searching for his."Oh, baby, you feel so good," Ryan muttered, pouncing gently as he fixed himself. She hugged him, and began kissing again, ferociously. "Oh!" he grunted and began pushing faster, harder and deeper.Claire moaned loudly, his pace driving her nuts. It didn't take millennium to shatter in his arms, letting the tornado of pleasure take her away. She hugged him tight, and he held her firmly, both relishing the climax of their int
Joining the designing team was the best thing that could happen to Claire, as far as her career was concerned. Her team members welcomed her fairly enough, too. She had been working with them for three days now, and things were proceeding well to say the least.It was Friday when Jorge suddenly called her during lunch hours, and invited her out. She was skeptical at first, but when she thought about the favor he had done her by getting Gena a job, Claire realized she should at least be kind and accept his friendly gesture."Thanks for coming on such short notice. I was around the area and I thought we could have lunch together," Jorge said gently once they both settled inside the restaurant."It's okay," Claire replied with a small smile. "Actually, I should've invited you first. I wanted to thank you for hiring Gena; it means a lot to me.""It was no big deal," Jorge remarked while grabbing the menu. "She has great credentials, and there was an open position, so I thought why not?" H
Outside Claire exhaled heavily as though she'd been holding her breath forever. Her heart was racing in her chest, guilt-charged. How could she talk to Doris like that? She walked pensively towards Jorge's car, pondering. Really she had turned into a bitch.But was she going to give up on Ryan? No, she was supposed to have forgotten him by now! Chaos invaded her heart and brain, waging war. Doris's tone of voice was full of sarcasm earlier. She was being nasty without being vulgar. Could it be that she knew about Ryan and her?"Is everything okay?" Jorge asked, derailing her training of thoughts."Huh?" she gasped.Jorge narrowed his eyes. "I'm asking if you're okay, because you look like you've seen a ghost," he repeated, laughing indulgently.God! Now she was being obvious, wasn't she?"Oh, yeah, I am okay." Her smile was elusive. "Are you going home early today? Because I am.""Yeah, I'm done for the day," Jorge answered."Okay, let's go." They both hopped in and the ride commenced
Sunday turned too boring for Claire. Decidedly, she and Gena met in the afternoon for a little shopping to clear her head—the distraction she needed to forget him."How was your date with Harry last night? He took you to his place, didn't he?" asked Claire while going through some handbags beautifully displayed in her regular boutique."Ugh, don't even remind me," Gena replied with rolled eyes. She was having the best champagne glass provided by the boutique as a token. "It was horrible," she added, sitting cross-legged after a long sip.Claire scowled, staring at Gena over her shoulder. "Horrible? Why?" She returned the first handbag and grabbed another one."You wouldn't guess, my friend. That guy took me to his parent's house, can you imagine? Not his place! His parent's!""Oh wow!" Claire was baffled, her mouth hanging open."You have no idea how rattled I felt when I stood before his perfect family," Gena said. "His mom was something else, Claire. She ate me alive with just a sin
Heavy music regarded them at the hottest club in the city. Gena was a regular—so many smiles were thrown their way. A Few shots of tequila were what forced Gena onto the dance floor that was already on fire.Maybe this was going to keep her mind off things for a while, Claire thought as she took a seat at the bar. Smiling, she focused her attention on the bartender, who finally granted his utmost attention to her."Have you made up your mind? Because I'm not giving you a cherry soda with how steamy you look," the curly-haired guy behind the counter said."What makes you think that I want cherry soda, huh?" Claire asked smilingly. "And even if I did, what's the problem with that?" She already had a simple cocktail but she needed more."Everything is wrong with that. It goes against the Friday night rule," he shouted back."Oh, really now? Friday night rule?" Claire stared intently at him, and he was easily dragged into the sphere of her terrific eyes. “He blushed. Are you sure you have
Ryan made a grand entrance in the club. "Am I interrupting?" His voice was deadpan as his eyes settled on Claire."Ry-Ryan?" Claire gasped and stood up at the same time, startled. Her eyes squinted in bemusement.Was this real or some alcohol playing her tricks? She couldn't help but wonder. But seeing that arrogant look, mingled with something like anger on the face of the man standing before her eyes, Claire grasped immediately that it was indeed Ryan.But what the fuck was he doing here? She gulped, her eyes bored deeply into his. He was devouring her alive, despite the displeasure in his perilous gaze. His eyes were openly scrutinizing her tight dress, the curves, the cleavage, and his lips twisted in a confusing fashion."Hi, Panther," he greeted Nathan."Oh, hi." Nathan was just as surprised as Claire."Mind if I steal your colleague for a minute?" Ryan asked, ignoring Claire's astounded look."Um, sure." Nathan huffed a soft laugher, his voice a bit shaky."Thanks," Ryan said c