Page 185 of Savage Suit

“I’ll suck you dry.”

That was all the incentive I needed.

Our call lasted for another hour, but once she discovered I hadn’t eaten, she ordered me to find food. “Wait up for me, so I can tell you goodnight.”

Her smile lit up her face. “Don’t be long. I have a real taskmaster for a boss. If I’m late, he might spank me.”

“Hold that thought, Ryan. Give me an hour.”

She blew me a kiss. “Bye, Noah.”

I jerked off in the shower with thoughts of Ryan’s pretty pussy in my head. Anxious to talk to her again, I almost skipped eating. Unfortunately, Iwashungry, so I ordered room service: smoked salmon salad, wild mushroom soup, fresh fruit, and a bottle of wine. By the time, my meal arrived, it was way over the hour I’d promised. I hadn’t even bothered to dig out fresh sweatpants and, instead, kept my towel around my waist to save time.

My suite was expansive, and I regretted not inviting Ryan to accompany me. There’d been nothing stopping me. She would’ve enjoyed the living room bigger than her apartment, complete with a dining area for six on one side and an office area on the other.

As I sat at the table to begin my meal, Ryan called. Grinning, I answered, propping my phone against the wine bottle.

“My eyes are drooping…you’re just eating now?”

Spearing salad greens and a chunk of smoked salmon with my fork, I nodded.

“Okay, then.” She sounded so disappointed. “I have a long day tomorrow. Enjoy your meal, babe.”

“My soup needs to cool, and the salad and mixed fruit are already cold.” I picked up my wine glass and sipped. When the attendant brought the bottle of wine, he realized he’d forgotten a corkscrew, so he’d taken the bottle and returned with it already open. He poured a small bit for me to taste. Once I nodded in approval, he filled my glass and left. Oddly, it was already buzzing in my head. Even my ears were ringing. “What’s going on at work?” Another sip to cover the distaste of that word.

She heard it anyway and frowned, sitting up in bed. Her pale green nightgown revealed her beautiful golden skin. Her generous tits pressed against the thin material, her hard nipples tempting me to jerk off again. “I like my job, Noah.”

The statement was like dousing freezing water on me. I drained my glass, then grabbed the bottle and poured more wine.

“I thought this was settled.”

“I’m not there, Ryan,” I said with irritation. “You should’ve taken off.”

“Just because you’re away doesn’t mean the work stops,” she huffed. “I like my job.”

“You’re very good at what you do,” I conceded, drinking more wine.

“Besides, you didn’t tell me not to report to work in your absence.”

“Point made. Take off until I return.”

“No.”

I threw her a dirty look. “That’s an order, Ms. Hagen.”

“Shove it up your dickhole, Mr. Keegan.”

“You just told me—”

“I know what I said, but it is getting close to the final presentation at Amage. There’s a lot of fine tuning of details. You have yet to sign off on certain aspects. We have a tight deadline.”

Agitated, I gulped more wine. Our discussion killed her playfulness and the sadness in her eyes hit me in my gut. I thought about giving her a ‘tour’ of my suite again, but I’d already done so twice. By now, the layout and décor burned into her memory.

“How was your day? Any progress?”

“None.” Each time we talked, she asked me those two questions and I gave her the same answer. It fell under the category of business. She had enough on her plate without the added stress of my problems.

“Do you want to talk about it? Maybe, I can offer a little insight.”