back. I desperately
reached for something, anything I could hold onto. My world was spiralling and
I was falling. I felt my inner core start to spasm and my body started to
twitch uncontrollably.
"That's it baby."
I shattered into a million pieces.
As my world slowly started to right itself, I found
that I had Ryder's sweater in a death grip, fisted with both hands.
There were waves running through my body, starting at
the very ends and rolling inward toward my core. When the waves converged and
slammed into each other, I could feel my body tightening around Ryder's fingers
that were still inside of me.
He kissed me softly again and rubbed my clit with his
thumb.
My body jerked violently and he smiled.
"Can…can…uh…" I tried to put my hand down
there to stop him.
He moved my hand, not letting me stop his thumb.
"Please, can…you…" I huffed, "give me…a
minute?"
"Sure thing, sweetheart, but just a
minute. We still have a lot of writing to
do."
He removed his hand and smiled a warm, sincere smile.
"I think you've earned one definition."
"Definition?" I looked at him shocked and confused. How can this
man think straight? I can barely speak and he ’ s thinking of definitions? Really?
"Of one of your names."
"Oh."
"Aren't you interested anymore?"
"Sure, I just…still…can't think straight
yet."
That earned me another hell in a hand basket smile.
"Take a deep breath and pick a name."
I inhaled, held my breath for a few seconds and slowly
exhaled.
"Maeve."
"Oh no, I'm saving that one for last."
I frowned.
He gently rubbed my forehead and placed a feathery
kiss between my eyes.
Then whispered: "Don't frown, My angel, I'm merely prolonging the pleasure. You will be satisfied, I assure
you."
"Fine then, Damara."
"Damara it is…Damara is a Goddess of British
origin. She is known for her feisty yet gentle sexuality."
My eyes grew wide. "Oh…"
As my body continued to wave and tremble, I smiled a relaxed
smile. "Oh…"
He grinned, "So tell me Maeve, do you trust me
now?"
One languid word escaped my lips in a
hiss…"Yessss."
He handed me my panties and stood up. I saw him adjust
the front of his pants as he walked over to the desk and leaned against it,
facing me. I could see the massive bulge in the front of his jeans. He must be
uncomfortable as hell. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. I felt
excitement course through my veins.
"Get dressed." was all he said.
Really? I felt a little let down, a bit dejected.
He chuckled. "I don't know how much time we have
left here in this office."
"Oh."
He just stood there—ok, leaned there and watched me
get dressed. Wearing a half smile and a look that promised so
much more.
There was a knock on the door. I felt embarrassed when
I heard Tom's voice through the door…
"Hey, Ryder. You guys might want to stop writing, they're supposed
to start calling for your plane in about forty minutes."
"Thanks, Tom. Hey, can you slide the plane
tickets under the door?"
"Sure thing, Ryder, later."
Chapter Three
As we settled into our seats, I couldn't shake this
feeling that everyone could tell what Ryder had just done to me in Tom's
office.
I couldn't decide if I felt guilt, shame, satisfaction . Well I definitely felt satisfaction.
Ryder leaned over to me and whispered, "Once
we're in the air, I want you to take your purse and go to one of the bathrooms.
I want you to take your hand sanitizer and clean the counter…oh, and be sure to
rinse the counter afterwards."
I was so confused. "Um,
O…kaaay…why? And how do you know I have hand sanitizer?"
The left side of his face went up in a crooked smile.
"I remembered how panicked you were about the bathrooms at the airport,
how you were afraid you'd catch something and die, so I just know you have hand
sanitizer."
I was starting to feel some of that panic again.
His smile only widened. "Other people have done
in there what we're about to do. I want you to be relaxed and