Page 33 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

TWENTY-FOUR

RYKER

“Nine.”

Francesca slams her hands down on her hips, twin flames sparking in her gorgeous eyes as they meet mine. “I didn’t even say anything snarky or smart, Ryker. You literally just opened the door!”

“You wore that sexy dress to torture me, sunshine,” I growl, wrapping one arm around her waist to drag her up against my body.

The slinky black fabric fits her like a second skin, clinging to her generous curves.

The deep V plunges between her breasts, showing enough cleavage to guarantee I’ll be breaking her rules tonight.

She looks far too beautiful. Though she doesn't need a little black dress to make my cock ache.

She's been doing that for two weeks already.

There's just something about her grumpy little attitude that drives me crazy.

Most people treat me like I'm the fucking rockstar.

I don't think they always necessarily believe that I'm not Razor.

But not my sunshine. I don't think she'd give a shit, even if I were him.

I annoyed the hell out of her, and she's not afraid to let me know it. I fucking love that.

"Did not," she lies, the breathless hue in her soft voice giving away her lie. She did pick the dress to torture me. That's alright. Two can play this game. And since I work for the CIA, well… my poor little baby isn't going to know what hit her tonight.

I slide my hand up her body, trailing my fingertips between her breasts, and then gently close them around her throat, angling her head back. Her dilated eyes lock on mine.

"Your plan is working," I growl before claiming her lips in a scorching kiss.

Fuck me. I've been thinking about this mouth all damn day, just waiting for her to get here so I could kiss it again.

She tastes like the little chocolate mints kept on a dish at the front desk, and I've always had a sweet tooth.

Christ. I hope she's not too pissed when I get her in my bed tonight because I'm definitely getting her in my bed tonight.

I don't have time to take it slow. Before I fly back to DC at the end of the month to pack my shit, I want her addicted to me.

When I move here, she'll be moving with me. I already decided that shit.

"Ryker," she moans against my lips, pressing her tits up against my chest. Her hands are all tangled up in my shirt, and she's practically climbing my body. My girl wants me. She's practically begging me to fuck her right now.

I scoop her up in my arms, delivering a quick smack to her luscious ass. My balls ache, cum leaking into my boxers.

"Ryker!" she shouts, partly in outrage, partly because she fucking loves it.

"Keep saying my name like that, and your dress will be on the floor before you make it past the front door, sunshine," I say, carrying her inside the suite and kicking the door closed.

"You are such a… holy crap." Her mouth falls open as she sees what I've done with the place.

Flower petals cover every surface, with a fluffy blue blanket spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace.

Two dozen roses in a vase rest on one side of the fluffy blanket, with a picnic basket and a bottle of wine on the other.

A nest of pillows leans against the sofa, ensuring we'll be nice and cozy. The entire room is lit by candles.

"How the heck did you do this? I was here all day!" She turns a dazed look in my direction.

"I'll never tell." I bribed the maintenance man to let me use the employee entrance. He also helped me deal with the smoke alarms so the candles didn't set them off.

She stares at me in awe.

"Surprised, sunshine?" I tap her nose. "Did you expect me to feed you MREs in a bunker?"

"I mean…" She grins at me, her lips quirking up into a teasing smile. "You are the one obsessed with the security in this place."

I carry her over to the blanket and reluctantly slide her down my body, putting her back on her feet. I'd rather keep her in my arms. She doesn't complain about me breaking her rule about carrying her, so I distract her before she remembers it.

"That's because I work for the CIA."

She laughs quietly. "That's what they all say."

When I don't laugh, her eyes grow wide, her mouth popping open. "Except you're serious, aren't you?" She cocks her head to the side, studying me intently. "You actually work for the CIA."

"I do." I hold out a hand, easing her down onto the pillows.

"What do you do for them? Am I allowed to ask you that?"

"Depends on the day." I shrug. "But I'm not telling you about my job, sunshine."

"Oh. Why not?"

"Because you don't need to know anything about the kind of people I deal with," I growl, not even wanting her to know people like that exist. "Some things, you never need to know."

"You know I'm going into computer forensics," she whispers.

"You aren't going into shit like this. You won't ever cross paths with people like this," I say, confident of that. "I make damn sure work never follows me home. Why computer forensics?”

“I’m nosy,” she says, shrugging. “And I’ve always been good with computers.

Plus, it pays well. I’d like to be able to take care of my mom for a change.

She’s been a single mom my entire life, working her butt off to take care of me.

It’s my turn to make sure she gets to take it easy for a little while. ”

“I love that.”

She smiles shyly and then seems to think of something. "Crap," she whispers, squeezing her eyes closed. "Your job is why you're so crazy about security! Now I feel like the biggest jerk on the planet for teasing you. I'm so sorry, Ryker."

"Don't be." I fight a grin, watching her. "The only security I actually gave a shit about is a secure room, sunshine. The only reason I harassed you about the rest of it was to have an excuse to call you."

Her eyes pop open, focusing on me. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?"

"Nope."

"I activated a brand-new set of keycards for your room!" she cries, gently shoving against my chest. "And I spent a freaking hour Googling locks, trying to figure out what the heck the difference is between types of deadbolts. You are such a jerk."

Her acerbic glare turns my cock to steel. Fuck, she's beautiful. Even though I annoyed the hell out of her, she still bent over backward for me. She still wanted me to feel safe and cozy in my ridiculous suite.

"I was wrong," I say, dragging her into my lap so she's straddling my thighs with hers spread around me. Her dress bunches up, flashing her ivory thighs at me. "You are excellent at customer service."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Montgomery."

"That's ten."

"Uh, absolutely not," she argues. "That's nine. You already spanked me once."

A slow grin stretches across my face.

As soon as she sees it, she realizes what she said. "I mean, that's zero. You aren't spanking me at all." She scowls, narrowing her eyes in what I'm sure is meant to be a stern look. But she isn't fooling me. She wants it.

"Yeah?" I grip her hips, bunching the fabric of her dress up in my hands. "You absolutely sure you don't want it, sunshine?"

"No. I mean, yes."

"Maybe I should check," I growl, grazing my fingers along the curve of her ass. She shivers, her thighs quivering around mine.

"M-maybe you should," she whispers. "For science."

My whole heart falls into her hands right there. It just drops out of my chest as easily as breathing. I don't even try to stop it.

"Come here." I shift her off my thighs and grab a pillow, laying it across them. Once it's in place, I ease her down, draping her over my knees on her stomach with that perfect ass in the air.

"Ryker," she whispers.

"Shh, sunshine. I'm doing science."

"Do it faster."

Yeah, we're definitely breaking her fucking rules tonight. And I don't think she's going to be too mad about it.

I run my hand up her legs, dragging her dress up with me again. My tongue feels cloven to the roof of my mouth. My cock is hard enough to break off. She’s ivory perfection everywhere, as soft as she is smooth.

"Did you wear these for me, sunshine?" I breathe, trying not to fall on her like a madman when I see the black lace panties. They're tiny, delicate… and I desperately want to rip them from her perfect body and bury my face between her round cheeks.

"Y-yes. I mean, no."

"Liar." I rub my palm over her ass and then slip my fingers between her legs. "Oh, sunshine. I think you love the idea of me spanking you. You've soaked through these little things."

"Please, Ryker," she whispers, rocking back against my hand. "P-please."

I slip her panties to the side, giving us both what we want. She's so fucking hot and wet. Jesus. She's burning silk against my fingertips. I touch my thumb to her clit, making her cry out.

"Count them out, sunshine."

"Ryker."

I deliver a light smack to her left cheek.

She jumps, crying out.

"Count, sunshine," I growl.

"O-one!"

I rub my hand over her left cheek, playing with her clit. Once she relaxes again, I smack the right cheek.

"Two!" she cries.

"Your pussy gets wetter with every smack." I readjust her, dragging her panties down her legs. Once they're past her knees, she wiggles them off. And goddamn, she's the sweetest pink. It's my new favorite color.

I rub my hand over her cheek and then spank her twice in rapid succession. She shouts my name, rocking back for more as her cheek turns pink beneath my palm.

"Three. Ah. Four!"

I circle her hot little hole before pressing the tip of my finger in. She sobs and pushes back, impaling herself on it.

"Fucking hell," I breathe and then spank her opposite cheek. Her pussy clenches around my finger.

"Five," she sobs, clawing at the blanket. "Ryker. I-I... Why does it feel so good ?"

I realize in that instant what I didn't before. My sunshine is innocent. A virgin. No one has ever touched my girl before or made her feel this way.