covers hard, she followed his direction. Crying out a final time, her body spasmed as she came hard around his cock. The sensation took him over the edge, and he followed suit. Pressing his hips tightly to hers, he emptied himself deep within her. The only thing that passed through his mind was how perfect it was to be her first, and only, lover.
When he was at last able to collect himself, he plopped down beside her and pulled her tightly into his arms. She melted into him, her soft body pushing tightly against his. Kissing the top of her head, he smiled as she sighed with contentment.
"How was that?" he asked, trailing a hand along her waist.
"Better than I could have imagined," she sighed. "I can't believe we just did that! I mean, you are my boss, and it was my first time..."
"Shh, don't fret about anything right now. Just lay in my arms and let me take care of you," he said, gently but forcefully. "Everything will be okay, I promise. Right now, just know that what just happened won't be the last time. I can't get enough of you, and I plan to teach you all kinds of kinky debauchery by the time I'm done."
"I think I'm okay with that," she said with a heavy sigh, her eyelids dropping shut.
He grabbed a blanket and covered them both up. "Get some sleep. We can take a short nap, then explore some other games this evening."
"We'll never get work done again."
"I couldn't care less," he replied, feeling his own body drifting toward sleep.
He meant it, too. The drive he usually felt to conquer in business had been replaced by his obsession with keeping her safe, happy, and well fucked. In previous years, he had derived all his pleasure from dominating his opponents and outselling them. Now that he had crossed the line with Ivy, there would be nothing else in his life that could come close to the happiness he found with her snuggled next to him, naked. He was still a businessman, but he would always be her lover first and foremost.
He just needed to figure out a way to convince her that they should be together forever.
5
T he intercom on Ryder's desk flashed. Looking up from his mountain of paperwork, he sighed and hit the button. "I'm in the middle of something. What is it, Ivy?"
"Mr. Blake, I really need to talk to you," came his secretary's quiet voice.
Ryder shifted in his chair. Even after several months of dating, Ivy's voice was still enough to get him hard. She always spoke so softly and politely in the office, which was such a contrast to the naughty things he made her scream in the bedroom. The more demure she was in the workplace, the more he wanted to take her back to his house and make her a cursing wildcat.
"Is it about my meeting with Big Motion Studios this afternoon? Because if they cancel on this deal -" he began, frustration rising in his voice.
"No, nothing like that, sir." She paused, and he felt his cock grow even harder. He loved when she called him sir. "It's about, me. And you."
He put down his pen in surprise, a lump suddenly forming in his stomach. Ivy sounded more serious than ever before, and he was filled with dread. Was she not happy with their arrangement? Did she want to end things?
"Come in immediately," he replied tightly.
He didn't know what he'd do if she was going to try to break off their relationship. She had gotten under his skin, becoming a part of him. The way she drank coffee in the morning, doing the crossword next to him. The way she chewed on pencils during meetings when she wasn't paying attention. The way her legs felt wrapped around his waist. He couldn't lose that - he couldn't wake up knowing she wouldn't be smiling at him that day.
She opened his office door cautiously. Her hair was pulled back in a strict bun, and she wore a black skirt and white button up shirt. The outfit screamed 'sexy librarian' and Ryder fought the urge to growl like a horny Neanderthal. She only got more beautiful every time he saw her.
Today, though, something was definitely