Page 138 of Ryker

“Fuck yeah it does.” He pulls his shirt off my body. I’d put it on this morning because it still carries his cologne, and the scent comforts me. “Do you think you can put up with me for longer than thirty days, Butterfly?” He pushes his dick into me, and it slides right in with how wet I am.

“Maybe,” I say, breathless from his thrusts. The papers under my ass crinkle and some fall to the floor. “But it’ll cost you.”

“Name your price, Miss Reed.”

“Forever.” I clutch his shoulders to stay upright. “My price is you forever.”

“Done.” He smashes his mouth to mine and slams into me harder and harder until we’re both screaming through our orgasms. When we sink back into reality, I wait for him to joke around and back-peddle.

He doesn’t.

Neither do I.

“We’ve got a few hours before the Monarch opens.” Ryker squats down and spreads my legs. “Anything special you want to do, baby?”

Nnnnope. Especially not when he drags his tongue along my pussy and eats me like I’m pudding. “God, Ry, you’re gonna kill me.”

Laying back on the desk with my feet perched on his shoulders is a great way to die, though.

“Poor Butterfly can’t flutter anymore.” He shoves two fingers into my cunt and rubs my g-spot. “Ohh, maybe she can.”

He drives my lust higher and higher until my soul lifts from my body and hovers over us. My orgasm is hard and messy and exhausting. I’m going to need a nap before dinner. “You keep fucking me up like this, I won’t have the strength to walk tonight. I’ll be crawling on my hands and knees to dinner with you and Knox.”

Ryker groans. “Fuuuck, Tara. Do not remind me of that day. You looked so fucking good like that, and I’m not giving Knox another view of your spectacular ass again. I learned my lesson.”

I grin. “Well, maybe I’ll just crawl for you here before we leave.”

“Fuck, woman.” He kisses me so hard our teeth clack. Holy shit, his intensity has no limits. I love it.

“Where is dinner tonight?”

“Knox’s underground club.”

Nice. “What do you want me to wear?”

“Whatever you want, Butterfly.”

Again, he’s giving me a chance to be myself. I don’t have to dress to impress his friends, which is different for me considering I have an entire section of floral prints for when I meet with my stepfather.

“I have the perfect outfit.” I’ve only worn it once, but it made me feel like a million bucks.

“We can go get it from your house in a bit. I just have to finish a few more orders and sign invoices. Shit, I can’t forget to make sure the kitchen’s—”

“You stay here.” I shove him back into his chair. “I’m just gonna grab it and a couple other things, then come right back. I won’t be more than an hour.”

???

You know what love is? It’s blasting songs on the radio with the windows down, while wearing your man’s t-shirt, a set of cotton shorts, and a goofy smile on your face. It’s breaking speed limits so you can hurry up and get back to him. It’s laughing for no reason other than you’re insanely happy.

Wow. I can honestly say I’ve never felt this level of elation before. Not with anyone.

I can’t help but think I’ve made a difference in Ryker, just like he’s made one in me. That deal I made to be the Butterfly has turned out to be the best negotiation of my motherfucking life.

Yeah, we both have a long way to go with our personal issues, but this is a great start.

Opening the door to my apartment, I’m distracted by my cell ringing. With a sweet sing-songy tone, I answer. “Yes, Mr. Hudson?”

“Is it pathetic that I miss you already?”