Claire's body was resting on Ryan's, both lying intimately on the couch. A huge flat screen was rambling on something none of the two paid attention at. Outside it was slightly raining, the water sliding smoothly on the glass of the great window.It felt peaceful; Claire couldn't deny this feeling of such rarity in her heart."Why did you rip off my blouse? Now I don't have anything to wear," Claire lamented.Ryan was smoothly toying with her hair, tangling and detangling the strands. "I was in a hurry to undress you, I guess," he answered flatly, grinning at her.Claire sighed. "You're so crazy, Ryan.” The back of her hand grazed his cleanly shaved face that made him look younger than his thirty-two years of age."You've said that over a million times already." Ryan's hands slid down to her waist, playfully reaching for the hem of his shirt.It was the only thing Claire was wearing right now."Ryan!" She giggled as he squeezed her butt with both hands, knowing fully well that she had

Ryan took a seat behind his office desk and skimmed through some documents."This is good enough," he said pointedly, regarding the contract Harry had been working on. "And what's the emergency?" He turned towards Doris, who had been watching him taciturn.She sighed audibly and said, "I'm afraid Clancy has got you this time." She sat straight."What?" Ryan frowned."Where did you go, and without telling anyone?" Doris snapped angrily. "I've tried to reach you, but it seems you were too busy to answer!" She frantically rolled her eyes."Tell me about Clancy, what happened?" Ignoring the lady, Ryan turned to Harry for information.This was way more important for him."Well," Harry started, but when Doris got up stoutly like an angry wife, he had to stop his speech."Sit down, Doris!" Ryan demanded."I don't think you need me here, so why should I stay?" she replied harshly while reaching for the door handle."I said sit down, Director Marcos!" Ryan snapped aloud, his voice supreme. "I'

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

"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

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