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was an art form. When she’d gone off to the bathroom, Ryan considered following her, with the intention of pinning her against the wall and kissing those sarcastic lips until neither of them could breathe. Thanks to the little fantasy, he needed to taste her, and gave in. The brief kiss in the car had been enough to transform his prick into a Maiya-seeking missile. The drive was short, thank God, and he’d definitely be taking care of the problem when he got home.
    With the house to himself this week, he sent up a holler of thanks for a hard earned night of privacy. Ryan stripped his clothes off on the way to the bedroom. Her scent still lingered and so did her sweet taste. He licked his lips—for probably the thirtieth time since he’d kissed her.
    Lying back on the bed, he closed his eyes and palmed his hard length. In an instant, he was back at the pub, in the hallway by the bathrooms with her. Ryan’s cock twitched in his fist and he gritted his teeth. He could’ve pushed her into the bathroom, locked the door and bent of her over one of the sinks. Her sweet ass taunted him, made him want to slide between her full cheeks and then sink inside her wet channel. Arching his back on the bed, he cupped his tight sac in his other hand massaging, and stroked his shaft with the other. “Goddamn!”
    What kind of noises would she make when he filled her with his thickness? How tight would she be wrapped around him as he slid in and out of her cunt? Fuck! Ryan sucked a harsh breath through his teeth and his cock pulsed in his grip. When she came she’d probably squeeze his dick—something he’d give anything to feel.
    Ryan’s orgasm hit like a freight train and his body went rigid. The first hot lash of semen hit his belly and he arched off the sheets, calling out her name. He stroked again, from base to tip, spurting more creamy fluid down his hand and onto his abs, shivering as his hand passed over the sensitive head.
    Blowing out a harsh breath, Ryan stroked his now softening length. He reached for a towel and wiped up the mess he’d shot all over himself. He’d come hard—the fantasy all too real. Rolling off the bed, he stumbled, on tingling legs, to the shower.
    Her hot and wet mouth; her sweet lips wrapped around his length. Ryan bit back a moan and his cock twitched, eager to come back to life. Ignoring his rising desire, he stepped under the spray and tried to push the thoughts of what it might be like to press her against the wall in his shower, wrap her long legs around his hips and fuck them both into a state of exhaustion.
    Jesus, it had to happen now. Jacking off wasn’t going to be enough.
    Ryan would have her.

Chapter Five
    Ryan sat at his desk after attending his weekly staff meeting and an instant message popped on his screen.
    Maiya Rossini: Hey!
    Ryan Donnelly: Well, hello there. How are you today?
    Maiya Rossini: I’m fine. You?
    Ryan Donnelly: Pretty good. Did you have a good night last night? Sleep well?
    Maiya Rossini: Now, Ryan, is that an appropriate work question? Kidding. Yes I did. You?
    Ryan Donnelly: LOL Fair enough. Yes I did. ;) So what’s up?
    Maiya Rossini: Project issue. Can you meet me in the conf. room at 3pm?
    Ryan Donnelly: Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good. You want to tell me what’s going on?
    Maiya Rossini: A gap’s been uncovered. We need to put our heads together and figure out a solution…and fast too.
    Ryan Donnelly: How is it that you know about this before me?
    Maiya Rossini: Because I was on an executive call with the client and Tony, and they were doing some testing on their side. Relax, I’m not jumping over your head.
    Ryan Donnelly: Sorry, just shocked to find out I’ve got an issue. I’ll see you at 3.
    Maiya Rossini: See you then.
    It rankled, learning there was an issue on his project. The last thing he wanted was to screw up the shot at a promotion. He needed to show his manager he was more than ready to handle his own team. However, it bothered him