Page 53 of Ruck Me Harder

Walking her backward into the apartment, I don’t stop to take a look around. Instead, I drop onto her sofa and pull her down onto my lap until she’s straddling me, her core directly over my stiff cock. I’m not sure she can feel the hard length of my erection until she shifts and then her eyes go wide, flying up to mine.

Vivienne swallows. “Hi.”

“Hi.” My face heats, but I won’t allow myself to be embarrassed about my body’s reaction to her. I don’t expect anything from her. If she wants to tell me to get lost, I will. If she wants me to stay the night, I’ll wrap her up in my arms and hold her as she drifts off. And if she decides she wants to get naked… well, I’m not about to say no.

Her fingertips trail over my rough cheek. I didn’t shave this morning, in too much of a rush to get out the door, so the prickly sensation of the hair beneath her fingers sends pinpricks of delight through me.

“What are we doing?” she asks.

I cock my head. “Like, right this minute, or…?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’d like to think we’re dating,” I say lightly. It takes a considerable amount of effort to meet her eyes directly. “Is that what you want?”

“It is,” Vivienne says quietly. “I know there are… financial considerations at play.”

“There aren’t. Not for me.”

“The endorsements…”

I shake my head. “Would the money be nice? Yeah. But not at the expense of what we have. If you want me to turn it down so we can be together, I will. What we can have together is more important than money in my bank account.”

I can’t believe I’m saying it, but I wholeheartedly believe it. Believe in us.

“I’m just worried it’s a lot of pressure to put on something new and fragile,” she says.

“Right there with you. I don’t want you to think I’m using you, trying to take your connections to get ahead,” I tell her. “I can get there on my own. This thing with us… it’s special.”

Vivienne frowns. “I don’t think you’re using me. I want you to get ahead. I want to help you get there.”

“Okay. So I’ll meet with your agent,” I agree. “But let’s not talk about work right now.”

A smile curves across her lips. “Oh? What would you like to talk about?” She shifts over my hard, aching cock, her eyes fluttering.

Kissing her jaw, I work my way down the column of her neck, licking and sucking her skin. She smells like strawberries and tastes even better.

“How about politics? Current events?” I suck on the spot below her ear, and just like I remember, she gasps and arches against me. “The state of the economy?”

She pulls back. “Or what if we talk about getting naked?”

“You only want me for my body,” I tease, but there’s a shred of truth to my fears. What if this is only physical for her? I can’t separate sex from emotions. They’re too intertwined for me.

When it comes to her, I’m hopelessly devoted.

“I mean, it’s nice,” Vivienne says, running her hand over my chest. “I like other things about you too.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Is it obvious I’m fishing for compliments?

“Like, you’re driven and ambitious. You’re working hard for your goals. That’s sexy,” she says. Her hands curve around the back of my neck. “You have a huge heart. You act like a grumpy bear, but you care deeply about your friends and family, even if you’d try to deny it,” she says, her eyes narrowing. And I have to laugh, because she’s right on the money there. “The way you held that tiny kitten…”

“Shadow. I adopted her,” I admit.

She bites her lip, and gently I pull it from between her teeth, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the indentations.

“When I saw you take her home on your motorcycle…” She mimes fanning herself.

I grin. “Yeah?”