Chapter Twelve
It was Tuesday, and Ryan hadn’t heard from Stacy. Maybe his plan had been naïve. Maybe it hadn’t been enough. He’d spent another night in his office, hoping like hell that Stacy would walk in and start giving him a hard time.
He’d contacted Mrs. Young to get her help with his little plan, and she’d seemed more than happy to help. It had actually surprised him that she was so willing. He’d basically asked her help to convince Stacy to leave Baltimore and not to take the job that Mrs. Young had lined up for her in the first place. He’d told her what had happened, and Mrs. Young had assured him that she’d get to the bottom of it. Just as soon as he stopped calling her Mrs. Young and called her Riley.
Ryan lay on the couch in his office—the couch that had been his bed for the last five nights—and began looking over the lots in the new subdivision that Jake was developing. Jake was building the homes, and Ryan was going to sell them. And, of course, Derek was providing the materials.
Ryan heard the door to his office click shut and the lock engage. He peeked over the papers as the most gorgeous woman he’d even seen turned to face him. She looked like Stacy, but Stacy wore frilly skirts and crisp, freshly pressed blouses. This woman wore a black trench coat with silk stockings and three-inch heels. Ryan tilted his head and furrowed his brow as the woman cocked her hip and crossed her arms.
“Stacy?” he asked.
“Let’s get something straight right now,” she said directly. “Sometimes we’re gonna do things my way.” She pulled on her belt and slid the coat slowly off.
Ryan’s eyes grew wide, and he tossed the papers he’d been looking at somewhere behind him. She stood there in nothing but thigh-high silk stockings and his tie, tied perfectly around her neck.
“I’m not sure what exactly that entails, but I’m more than willing to find out.” Ryan grinned as he started to pull himself into a sitting position.
Stacy quickly stepped forward and placed a hand on his chest, then pushed him back down on the couch. “I think I like you just like this.”
Ryan grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
He reached out to pull her down on top of him, and she quickly scooted out of reach with a look of warning. Ryan lifted his hands in surrender and folded them across his stomach. Stacy quickly took advantage of his position and threw one knee over his chest and straddled him, trapping his arms. He could easily lift her, but he was intrigued about where this was all going. He was damn proud of himself so far. He was internally giving a fist-pump that she’d even shown up, but the fact that she was straddling him, basically naked… Fuck yeah. He deserved an award for his self-control.
“As I was saying, we need to get a couple of things straight if I’m gonna move back here,” she said, looking down at him.
Ryan couldn’t believe how normal she sounded as he grunted out, “Okay.”
She smiled. Oh, yeah. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and was enjoying it. The cocky side of him grinned, knowing that before she left this room she’d be calling out his name. In the meantime, he wasn’t above begging if that was what she wanted.
“First, if I’m going to be under your desk sucking you off while you work, then I believe there needs to be some reciprocation,” she said as she rose above him, hovering the most beautiful pussy over his lips.
Ryan flicked his tongue across her clit, and Stacy’s eyes closed as she knelt stock-still. Ryan ran his tongue along her slit several times, before wrapping his arms around her thighs to hold her in place and sucking her clit.
Without opening her eyes, Stacy grabbed his wrists and pushed them away. “Unzip. Stroke yourself,” she breathed.
Ryan grinned as he continued to circle her clit with his tongue. Her words were as hot as hell, yet obviously she wasn’t unaffected. He did as she said. He was kind of enjoying her way, for now.
He stroked himself in the same rhythm with which he pushed his tongue into her. She began to rock her hips and moan…
Suddenly she was gone. He watched as she walked to his desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. He wasn’t sure if the fact that she knew he had those in there was a bad thing or a good thing. She turned and watched him as he continued to stroke himself.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she said as she came back and straddled his thighs.
Ryan, on the other hand, couldn’t fucking believe that this gorgeous woman was sitting there naked and he still hadn’t really touched her. He started to rise. He needed her like she was his next breath.
“Not yet. Still my way.” She gave him a sly grin.
Stacy leaned down and quickly sucked the head of his cock. It took all he had not to grab her by the hair and thrust. She quickly sat up, rolled on the condom, raised herself over his cock, and sank down on him to the hilt. She let out a cry, and he wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain.
He grabbed her waist. “Are you okay?”
“Hands off,” was all she said as she began to rock and swivel her hips.
He did what she said, but he couldn’t not touch her. He moved his hands to the tops of her thighs, and she seemed to let that go. She was fucking beautiful. He considered himself one lucky son of a bitch to have this woman who not only enjoyed him being a little domineering during sex, but, as she’d said, could give as good as she got.
Ryan gritted his teeth as she cupped her breast with one hand, pinching her nipple, and rubbed her clit with the other. Lucky for him she was only rocking on him. Otherwise he’d be a goner.
He felt her pussy start to squeeze his cock, and he knew she was close to going over the edge. He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from her pussy. Stacy widened her eyes, ready to protest.
“I don’t think so.” Ryan said in a voice that made her pussy clench.
In one quick, fluid movement, he had them up off the couch, standing. Stacy blinked. What the fuck? Her body had been full and humming with an impending orgasm. Now she was just…empty.
“My turn.” Ryan grinned and quickly grabbed the tie and pulled her in for a kiss.
It was hot and hard as his tongue stroked hers. He licked and nipped at her lips. She was so wrapped up in the kiss that she didn’t notice him loosening the tie around her neck until he pulled away to lift it over her head. He took her hands and slipped the tie over them. He pulled the tie tight around her wrists and walked backward, guiding her toward his desk.
“What else?” he asked.
“What?” Stacy was in a daze. Her nipples were begging to be touched, and her pussy was weeping to be filled, and he wanted to talk?
“You said there were a couple of things we needed to get straight. What else? Besides you sucking me off and me fucking you with my tongue?” Ryan grinned.
Stacy stumbled slightly at that. Yeah, that fucking sounded amazing. Ryan stepped around behind her and nudged her forward until the fronts of her thighs bumped against his desk.
“No more taking women on dates, especially to the Drive,” Stacy said as Ryan reached around and cupped her breasts.
“Does that include you?” Ryan asked as he pinched her nipples.
Stacy moaned as he rounded the desk, still holding on to the ends of the tie. Her heart pounded in anticipation as he stared at her from across the desk.
He tugged on the tie. “Answer me.”
“What?” Stacy asked. She was hot and horny, and he was asking questions that she couldn’t focus on, damn it.
“Does that include you?” he asked, tugging again at the tie. Her arms were now stretched out in front of her.
What had they been talking about? Dates. The Drive. “No,” she said simply.
The corner of Ryan’s mouth curled. “Bend over.”
Stacy instantly felt the effects of his words wash over her. Her nipples puckered at the thought of the cool desk, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Ryan tugged her forward, and she laid her chest across the desk, her arms stretched above her head. He pulled the ends of the tie tight, and secured them to something on the other side of the desk. She, of course, could just walk around to the other side of the desk, but she wasn’t stupid. He’d tied her down and it was fucking hot as hell.
Ryan came back to stand behind her. “Spread your legs.”
Stacy widened her stance, causing the tie to pull even tighter on her arms. It felt so fucking good.
“More,” he said.
She spread her legs as much as she could and still keep her balance in the high heels. Ryan ran a hand over her ass and between her legs.
“That pussy is so wet for me.” He pushed two fingers in and pulled them out to circle her clit. “I have something we need to get straight as well.”
Stacy could only moan in response. Ryan quickly stepped up and pushed his cock into her. Stacy couldn’t move in her current position, and that heightened the desire and pleasure of being taken. He stroked into her hard and slow as he gripped her hips so fucking tight with his big hands. It felt so damn good.
“Are you ever going to leave me again?” he gritted out, and thrust hard.
“No,” Stacy moaned.
“You’re mine.” He thrust hard again.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Say it,” he thrust hard again.
“I’m yours,” she said quickly and without a doubt.
“Damn right.” Ryan reached around and rubbed her clit quickly. “Come.”
Stacy cried out Ryan’s name and shook with orgasm as he continued to slowly pound into her.
“Fuck, yeah. Your pussy is squeezing my cock so fucking tight.”
Ryan pulled out of her and lifted her to turn her over onto her back. He immediately pushed back in and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. The change in position caused slack in the tie, but she was still unable to touch him. His hands roamed all over her body, rubbing and squeezing along the way as he continued to stroke slowly in and out.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered as he sprinkled kisses all over her face and chest. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
“Untie me,” she whispered.
Ryan reached up and loosened the knot in the tie enough for her to slip one hand out and then the other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up and carried her to the couch. They lay on the couch, never breaking their connection.
Stacy cupped his face. “I’m sorry. I jumped to conclusions. You wanting just me seemed too good to be true. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time.” She smiled.
“Don’t ever leave me again. You’re my best friend and I love you so fucking much. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Ryan whispered.
He kissed her neck, putting his full weight on her, and she loved it. She felt cherished, protected, and content. Her orgasm hit unexpectedly. It washed over her quickly, and she felt as light as a feather as she floated from the crest of the wave. She felt Ryan tremble slightly with orgasm before kissing her long and softly.
“I want to just stay right here, with you, forever,” he whispered against her lips.
Stacy laughed. “Then you’re going to have to do something about all those clothes.”
Ryan’s head popped up to look at her mischievously. “I do believe you’re trying to get me naked.”
“Damn right, I am.” Stacy grinned and wagged her eyebrows like Ryan often did.
Stacy had halfway gotten her way when he’d taken off his shirt so she could cover up without putting the coat back on. He would have been happy for her to stay just as she was, but he wanted to talk. He could admit that he was easily distracted by a naked Stacy.
He sat in his desk chair and watched as she buttoned up the shirt and rounded the desk. She sat across his lap, her feet dangling over the arm of the chair, and he leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
“Ryan! Stacy’s ba—” Jake yelled as he burst through the door. “Oh, I see you already know.”
Ryan and Stacy looked at him, waiting for him to leave. He just stood there with a shit-eating grin.
“Get out.” Ryan looked at him like he was nuts.
“Aw, come on, man. Miss Fancy Pants looking all sexy is a sight I never thought I’d see. You know. Like Big Foot. You gotta take it in while you’ve got the chance.” Jake grinned.
“You just remember her as Miss Fancy Pants. The sexy is all mine. Now get out,” Ryan said.
“And fix the lock.” Stacy paused. “Tomorrow.”
Jake chuckled. “Yes, ma’am, Miss Sexy No-Pants.”
“Get out!” Ryan yelled.
Ryan paused and waited to make sure Jake didn’t come back just to be a dick. He was a good guy, hard-working and smart, but damn was he frustrating as hell sometimes.
Stacy looked at him. “You know, the only person in town who knows I’m back is Jess. Does that seem strange to you? That Jake knows?”
“Nope.” Ryan grinned.
“Really?” she asked with a doubting look.
Ryan chuckled without responding and spun the chair they were sitting in to face the beautiful mahogany lateral filing unit she’d picked out for his office the year before. Hidden behind the chair, sitting on that filing cabinet, had been a huge arrangement of at least two dozen pink roses. Her favorite. He had been paying attention.
“Pretty confident I was coming back, huh?” She smiled.
“We belong together, so there was never any doubt. And I hoped like hell.”
Stacy kissed him lightly on the lips. “How the hell did I get so lucky?”
“How did we get so lucky?” Ryan grinned.
Stacy smiled and leaned over to pick up the letter-sized envelope with her name on it propped against the vase. This wasn’t a simple “because” note like the ones that had been attached to the other flowers.
She opened the envelope with a furrowed brow and pulled out the document. She read over it several times, trying to understand what it meant. She cut her eyes to him once, and he was smiling from ear to ear. She looked over the application to add her name to the business license for the realty office again.
“You know, I’m not sure this is a great way to profess your love for me. Aren’t you basically making me equally, legally responsible for the taxes and debt of Blue Ridge Realty?” Stacy gave him a sly grin.
Ryan pinched her ass. “Smartass.” He grinned. “I just wanted to make sure you understood that I’m all in. I want you now and forever.”
He hadn’t needed to do that. She knew him well enough to know that he didn’t use words like “love” and “forever” lightly. But this was his plan, his way. She smiled.
“Well then, I think I need a nice big desk like yours.”
“You do?” he asked.
“If we’re going to be partners, then you need to get used to doing things my way sometimes.”
Ryan nodded solemnly. “Any way you want it,” he said.
“That’s the way you need it.” Stacy leaned in and kissed him.