“Where’s your laptop? I can pull it up from there and see what I need to fix.” She turned to him as she slid off her coat. He hadn’t worn his at all because his blood had been boiling since he learned of her date. The thirty degrees outside meant nothing to him. It could have been a blizzard and Ryan wouldn’t have shivered one time. He hated that he’d let someone get between them.

“In my office,” he told her as he walked over to his liquor cabinet, pouring them two drinks and walking back over to her. She took it and tossed it back like she was skittish, and it made Ryan smile.

“As in your home office?” she asked with an arched brow and a slight pout.

“No, at work.” He shrugged off her concern and her temper was back. She had no idea how much it turned him on and how he ached to fuck her on every surface.

“Um, so what the hell are we doing here?” He set his glass down with careful patience. Taking a deep breath, he approached her, closing the distance until their bodies were a mere inch from each other.

“What are we doing here? We’re here because as much as I have tried to stay away from you, I can’t, and the thought of someone else taking the place that belonged to me wasn’t going to cut it. The thought of losing you was too much. Damn it, you pushed me too far, July.”

She gasped, confused at the meaning behind his words and his only waiting until he believed she moved on. “So it took me to move on for you to see me as a woman?”

“See you as a woman? Are you fucking nuts? I saw you as a woman from day one. A woman I wanted over and over again. The thought of claiming that smart mouth of yours as you kicked back a snide reply. Or taking you over my desk and smacking your ass when you refused to talk to me.  You’re mine, July. I want my summer beauty.” Their chests were heaving as the words hung heavily in the air. “I’m going to kiss you, and then I’m going to kiss you again.” She nodded slightly. His hands slid into her hair, tipping her chin as he lowered his mouth to hers. The months of torment and torture were at an end for both of them. She moaned into his kiss and he returned a growl, sliding his hand down to her waist, running his fingers over the perfect material. The winter had nothing on either of them as their bodies heated.

The kiss didn’t end, it only traveled down her jaw. “I want to taste all of you, July.” He nipped at her pulse as his fingers curled around the strap of her dress. He lowered it as he continued to kiss every bared millimeter of flesh. His heart pumped in his chest so hard he couldn’t hear a thing. “This dress is perfect on you. Too bad you wore it for someone else. It’s time to lose it.”

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“Um, Ryan. We shouldn’t,” she weakly muttered, her hands caressing his shoulders. His size was massive and she’d always wanted to feel his strength. Her body melted with every kiss.

“Yes, we should. I’ve waited too long. I thought I was doing the right thing, but this is the right thing.” He kissed her neck so tenderly that she lost her will to argue. Her resolve to stop this was gone. July let herself go.

“Kiss me,” she begged. He lifted his head and with a smile took her mouth, slipping his tongue inside. She’d never been kissed like this before, or at least not where it felt so good. She grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and pushed it off his strong, broad shoulders. It was his turn, he spun her around and unzipped her dress slowly as he kissed her back. She moaned and tossed her head back as he licked and sucked on her neck. The dress pooled to the floor and Ryan let out a growl as he pressed his cock against her bottom.

“July, you smell delicious.” Her knees buckled at his words. There was something she needed to tell him but was afraid to voice it. “I need more.” Ryan picked her up with his hand on her ass and carried her into his bedroom. The feral look in his eyes matched her needy gaze. She tore at the buttons on his shirt.

“Shit, I love this shirt on you,” she said. It had been her favorite for so long. She loved the way it clung to his strong chest and arms. The day he rolled up his sleeves, she had added a new level of fantasy to the daily coming sessions.

“I’ll get another,” he replied, taking it off the rest of the way. He set her on her feet and began undressing her a layer at a time until she was naked. Then he stripped himself until their perfect bodies were on display to each other.

“So beautiful.” Her thighs were already showing signs of her need as they pressed together. Ryan lifted her up with his strong arms and laid her down on the center of the bed and straddled her thighs with his. His cock was pointing hard up at her. It was long, thick, and way bigger than she had imagined. A gasp of surprise struck her as he slowly ground his cock against her mound. It just skimmed her clit because her legs were closed and, somehow, she felt like she could come on the spot. Ryan leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking on her and melting all her fear away.

“Ryan,” she moaned his name as she clutched the sheets above her head. This was all new to her, and the fact that it was Ryan only made the experience even better. She slid her hands to his thighs, feeling his taut muscles flex as he rocked his body. Her hips rose and her knees parted slightly as her heels dug into the bed so she could feel more of his length on her nerve-filled nub. “Please,” she begged, trailing her hands up his body and to his arms, squeezing them.

He looked up from her breast, a smile etched across his face and laden with promise. “What do you want, July?”

“I want to come, Ryan. I want you to make me come.” Her words shocked her. They were like the ones she chanted as she pleasured herself to visions of them together.

“Damn, baby. You’re going to make me come,” he muttered, moving so her thighs were spread wide for him and his cock poised at her entrance. The head of his cock rubbed against her folds, leaving a trail of his sticky need on them, marking his territory before Ryan claimed her.

She was about to tell him that she was a virgin, but it was too late. Ryan pushed his way into her, tearing through that thin membrane and making her cry out. His expression was loaded and confused as he froze above her. “Shit, July. I’m so damn sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I had no idea that you were…a virgin.” He didn’t move as he stared down at her. She felt the upset in his eyes. It wasn’t something she would have expected. She thought he would be jumping for joy.

“I…please don’t stop. I should have told you.”

“I’m not going to stop. I just need to calm down. I’m on the verge of coming hard inside of you.”

“You didn’t put anything on, like a condom, right?”

“No, I didn’t and I won’t. I’ve never been without protection, but the thought of claiming you as mine didn’t feel right with something between us. It never will.” He dropped his head and languidly kissed her, pushing his tongue past her lips and working her mouth until she moaned. His hips rotated, grinding his body into hers. She was starting to relax and feel the pleasure past the pain. He was stretching her so much she was panting as her body fought and welcomed him at the same time. The fight quickly faded while his hands and mouth owned her flesh.

“July,” he moaned, sending her body further into the depths of passion. He pushed in and out until she started to pulse and clench, and within moments her orgasm hit her harder than it ever had before.

Feeling her massage his length, he only withstood three more strokes before coming into his July. He didn’t pull out as he laid on his back with her in his arms. He whispered sweet nothings and promises into her ear as they fell asleep.