Page 173 of Savage Suit

“Your apartment,” I told her, “and I know what else would feel just as amazing.”

“Oh yeah?” she purred, smirking as she played along. With my cock so hard, she couldn’t mistake my meaning. “What might that be?”

“Why don’t I show you?”

I wrapped an arm around her waist and slanted my mouth over hers. She parted her full lips, allowing my tongue access to hers. One of her hands traveled up to my hair, and the other clutched the arm that entrapped her against me.

Our lips still attached, I backed her against the wall and lifted her into my arms. Immediately, her legs wrapped around my torso. In one smooth motion, I thrust into her, and we both moaned at the sensation.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I whispered, lightly nipping her earlobe and driving deeper inside her.

An incoherent sound of pleasure escaped her. I slammed into her, and her moans grew louder. Resting my head in the crook of her neck, I inhaled her scent, loving the way she smelled. Breathing in her aroma heightened my orgasms. The combination of her natural fragrance dancing in my nose and feeling her tight, wet pussy drove me insane.

Our fucking was hard and fast. Within moments, her release hit her, and she cried out. My seed rushed into her. Thank God she was on birth control. I didn’t want children. Wrong. I didn’t want children unless I married her. I loved her but didn’t know how she felt about me. Besides, we hadn’t cleared up her future career plans. We’d pushed it aside. Every praise I gave Ryan was the truth. That didn’t mean I wanted her to continue working.

She kissed my jaw, and I smiled down at her then kissed the top of her soaked head.

“That was amazing,” she sighed, lust still darkening her eyes.

God, but she was gorgeous. Every time I looked at her, I marveled at her beauty.

“I more than agree,” I murmured, unable to think of a better start to our day.

That’s Lifeby Frank Sinatra blasted through the limousine’s speakers as my driver approached Keegan Enterprises an hour later.

Ryan sniffed and shook her head. “And you talk about my singing.”

“Hush, woman. Mine isn’t nearly as bad.” I resumed my singing.

She rolled her eyes and smiled at me. Ryan had her window rolled down ever so slightly, and the small crack allowed sunlight to stream into the car, haloing her in a beautiful radiance. With her cheerful expression, she looked supernaturally gorgeous.

Shit! Halloween was just a week and a half away. Throwing a party the Saturday before the holiday was a Keegan family tradition. What better time to present her to my family and friends in the place our romance began? “My siblings and I are hosting a Halloween party on the 29th. You’re coming—” I caught myself just in time. She’d take umbrage at an order. “I’d like you to go with me.”

Her eyes widened, her silence putting me on edge. “Like a date?”

“Yes, I’d like you to be my date for the party.”

“I’d like that, too,” she murmured, her smile tender.

Ryan shouted the words toTwistin’ the Night Awayby Sam Cooke, leaning forward as the song directed while gyrating her lower body. I chuckled in amusement and mimicked her movements, a far worse dancer than her.

At the close of the song, Ryan beamed a smile at me. The layer of sweat on her forehead attested to all the dancing we’d done in my living room since we’d arrived at my place a couple of hours ago.

Yesterday marked the first night Ryan had stayed over. Tonight started out more for convenience than anything else. Tomorrow should’ve been our presentation to the Amage brothers, but Channing Powers had called and rescheduled. He promised to be in touch with Ryan as soon as possible.

Although she was the account executive, I didn’t appreciate that asshole calling her. To keep the peace between me and Ryan, I decided to see how it all played out. Even if her reason for sleeping over had been postponed, I didn’t mind her company. Her in my arms and her sweet scent allowed me to sleep like a baby. If I slept alone tonight, my king-sized bed would feel too fucking big without her next to me.

“What the hell is a Watusi?” I questioned, slightly breathless. Though an active man, I rarely worked out for two straight hours, and I hardly ever focused on cardio. My gym sessions lasted an hour, with a focus on resistance training.

“A type of cattle.”

Her love of trivia continually impressed me. “Sam Cooke was shouting about cows?”

She giggled. “They are the kings and queens of the bovine world and can trace their lineage back thousands of years. I’d sing about them, too.”

I rolled my eyes, my grin remaining. “You, ma’am, are blowing smoke up my ass.”

“And what a fine ass it is, sir.”