"You taste great, baby," Ryan muttered as he pulled back, still holding her trembling legs. "You can't come yet. I love doing it with you." He sprang his hard erection out of the briefs he was wearing."Please . . . Ryan." Claire couldn't hold it. She wanted him, she craved the release. She was breathing erratically. "Fuck me," she snapped, beseeching at him. "Please. Now. Deep."Obeying her wish, Ryan kissed her swiftly on the lips, and quickly eased his length inside her. She screamed as he filled her, and her legs curled around him, her mouth searching for his."Oh, baby, you feel so good," Ryan muttered, pouncing gently as he fixed himself. She hugged him, and began kissing again, ferociously. "Oh!" he grunted and began pushing faster, harder and deeper.Claire moaned loudly, his pace driving her nuts. It didn't take millennium to shatter in his arms, letting the tornado of pleasure take her away. She hugged him tight, and he held her firmly, both relishing the climax of their int
Joining the designing team was the best thing that could happen to Claire, as far as her career was concerned. Her team members welcomed her fairly enough, too. She had been working with them for three days now, and things were proceeding well to say the least.It was Friday when Jorge suddenly called her during lunch hours, and invited her out. She was skeptical at first, but when she thought about the favor he had done her by getting Gena a job, Claire realized she should at least be kind and accept his friendly gesture."Thanks for coming on such short notice. I was around the area and I thought we could have lunch together," Jorge said gently once they both settled inside the restaurant."It's okay," Claire replied with a small smile. "Actually, I should've invited you first. I wanted to thank you for hiring Gena; it means a lot to me.""It was no big deal," Jorge remarked while grabbing the menu. "She has great credentials, and there was an open position, so I thought why not?" H
Outside Claire exhaled heavily as though she'd been holding her breath forever. Her heart was racing in her chest, guilt-charged. How could she talk to Doris like that? She walked pensively towards Jorge's car, pondering. Really she had turned into a bitch.But was she going to give up on Ryan? No, she was supposed to have forgotten him by now! Chaos invaded her heart and brain, waging war. Doris's tone of voice was full of sarcasm earlier. She was being nasty without being vulgar. Could it be that she knew about Ryan and her?"Is everything okay?" Jorge asked, derailing her training of thoughts."Huh?" she gasped.Jorge narrowed his eyes. "I'm asking if you're okay, because you look like you've seen a ghost," he repeated, laughing indulgently.God! Now she was being obvious, wasn't she?"Oh, yeah, I am okay." Her smile was elusive. "Are you going home early today? Because I am.""Yeah, I'm done for the day," Jorge answered."Okay, let's go." They both hopped in and the ride commenced
Sunday turned too boring for Claire. Decidedly, she and Gena met in the afternoon for a little shopping to clear her head—the distraction she needed to forget him."How was your date with Harry last night? He took you to his place, didn't he?" asked Claire while going through some handbags beautifully displayed in her regular boutique."Ugh, don't even remind me," Gena replied with rolled eyes. She was having the best champagne glass provided by the boutique as a token. "It was horrible," she added, sitting cross-legged after a long sip.Claire scowled, staring at Gena over her shoulder. "Horrible? Why?" She returned the first handbag and grabbed another one."You wouldn't guess, my friend. That guy took me to his parent's house, can you imagine? Not his place! His parent's!""Oh wow!" Claire was baffled, her mouth hanging open."You have no idea how rattled I felt when I stood before his perfect family," Gena said. "His mom was something else, Claire. She ate me alive with just a sin
Heavy music regarded them at the hottest club in the city. Gena was a regular—so many smiles were thrown their way. A Few shots of tequila were what forced Gena onto the dance floor that was already on fire.Maybe this was going to keep her mind off things for a while, Claire thought as she took a seat at the bar. Smiling, she focused her attention on the bartender, who finally granted his utmost attention to her."Have you made up your mind? Because I'm not giving you a cherry soda with how steamy you look," the curly-haired guy behind the counter said."What makes you think that I want cherry soda, huh?" Claire asked smilingly. "And even if I did, what's the problem with that?" She already had a simple cocktail but she needed more."Everything is wrong with that. It goes against the Friday night rule," he shouted back."Oh, really now? Friday night rule?" Claire stared intently at him, and he was easily dragged into the sphere of her terrific eyes. “He blushed. Are you sure you have
Ryan made a grand entrance in the club. "Am I interrupting?" His voice was deadpan as his eyes settled on Claire."Ry-Ryan?" Claire gasped and stood up at the same time, startled. Her eyes squinted in bemusement.Was this real or some alcohol playing her tricks? She couldn't help but wonder. But seeing that arrogant look, mingled with something like anger on the face of the man standing before her eyes, Claire grasped immediately that it was indeed Ryan.But what the fuck was he doing here? She gulped, her eyes bored deeply into his. He was devouring her alive, despite the displeasure in his perilous gaze. His eyes were openly scrutinizing her tight dress, the curves, the cleavage, and his lips twisted in a confusing fashion."Hi, Panther," he greeted Nathan."Oh, hi." Nathan was just as surprised as Claire."Mind if I steal your colleague for a minute?" Ryan asked, ignoring Claire's astounded look."Um, sure." Nathan huffed a soft laugher, his voice a bit shaky."Thanks," Ryan said c
Ryan silenced her with a kiss, stoutly taking control of her psyche. She grumbled, holding his shoulders for support as he squeezed her back tightly, paying no attention to anything else; they were in the parking lot and probably someone could've passed by.His lips, as always, were demanding of her mouth, twirling and swirling his tongue with hers, deeply, restlessly, both fighting for dominance. How she missed him! Claire couldn't deny this fact, and she felt conned when he pulled back, leaving her wanton."That's what I thought either," Ryan said, panting the same way she did. "But it all changed when I saw the picture of you, and that . . . that Panther. I hate it when you're with him, or any other man, while dressed like this. Fuck, can't you see how distracting you are, Claire?" He trailed his impetuous eyes down her chest, peeking through her swollen breasts barely covered by the dress cups.Claire scowled at that. Her dress was just a party dress and some chicks in the club ha
The private Elevator shut after they both slipped in. Ryan's eyes were on Claire, devouring her quietly."What?" Claire breathed, her chest rising and falling as she couldn't understand the caprice of her hormones.Why was she feeling like a little prey waiting to be pounced on? Desire pooled inside her; she wanted him to grab her, kiss her, and feel all the fireworks he made her feel. She'd missed him.And Ryan wasn’t indifferent.There was something he couldn’t put his finger on whenever he was with her. If it was desire, then it was stronger than he’d ever felt toward a woman before."Oh fuck!" Ryan wasted no time as he hauled her toward the wall, gripping her throat, and his mouth was holding hers captive.His bag was on the floor, followed by Claire's wallet.He was impatient. He kissed her hard, demandingly, roughly, squeezing her breasts, her buttocks, yanking her dress to her waist. Claire loved it. That fire he ignited made her feel alive. She let him assault her, relishing e
The gym room! It suddenly crossed Claire's mind that she hadn't checked the gym room. Claire's eyes rested straight on Ryan when she entered the gym room. He was drenched in sweat, earphones on his ears, while running frustrated on the treadmill. It was crystal clear to Claire that he'd been doing this for a very good while. Her heart was pounding fast as she looked at him—at his wide back. The room was huge and spacious. It was serenely painted in white and light grey. A few workout machines were installed, including the treadmill near the wide window where Ryan was currently stationed. On the wooden floor lay two yoga mattresses, dumbbells, and medicine balls. Sighing, Claire slowly shut the door behind her and paced towards Ryan, who was extremely absentminded to even discern her presence in the room. She reached the treadmill and took a few steps to announce her presence. And he finally took notice of her. "Ryan," Claire called slowly, carefully, standing before his eyes. A
Being alone with Denis, inside the car, Claire could only think of the rides she'd had with Ryan.This felt different—awkward even— and she had to think twice before responding to whatev er Denis was rumbling about."Okay, I'm hereby dropping you home, safe and sound," he announced sassily once they arrived at Claire's."Are you sure you can't come in? The evil step mom will be very happy to see you," Claire said sarcastically."No, thanks, I'll pass," he replied defensively. Claire managed to laugh heartily. "Thanks for tonight; I had a terrific welcome back dinner." His tone softened, his eyes beaming."Um, pleasure," Claire answered. "I . . .guess I'll see you around. Have a good night?" She had nothing else to say, and the atmosphere was getting tense from the way Denis was staring at her.It was a longing stare."Sure. Be good." He smiled tightly, a wave of sadness crossing his face.When she walked inside the gate it was nearly eight. A sigh escaped her lungs as she stopped by t
Claire was with Denis around six in the evening.While seated across one another in the restaurant, Claire finally spoke after a long uneasy silence. "Do you realize you've been staring at me for minutes now?" she asked, trying to get rid of the small discomfort of his eyes devouring her."I know," Denis replied with a smile. "I guess I'm trying to encode this new you. You have really changed, Claire; you are so beautiful."Here it comes. Claire sighed."Was I ugly back then? Because I think that's what you're insinuating." She took a sip of water from the table.Denis chuckled. "No, you've always been beautiful, trust me. But you look more mature now, and you're glowing in some ways I can't explain." He tried to continue flattering her, but the maître d' interrupted with the menu. Denis looked at Claire and asked, "What would you like to eat?""Anything," Claire replied, her tummy responding with a faint grumble.If Ryan was here, he would definitely have something to say about it. S
Ryan was in his office going through several reports involving the remodeling project.Earlier this morning he had the pleasure of visiting the site, and the progress was visible. Heavy machines and equipment were active all over the place, with all the workers as busy as required."I found another one in Montesby. It's our new target," Ryan said while closing the file he'd been reading.Doris and Harry were also present in his office, and none of the other two seemed surprised by this news. Ryan always had a back-up plum—whether by luck or chance."Oh, finally we're kicking that bastard!" Harry was ecstatic. "Is it great?"Great was an understatement. Fuck, that land was a goldmine! Location itself was to die for—somewhere near the sea—and the look of it was already breathtaking without anything built yet. Ryan wondered if the owner was ready and willing to sell it. If not, he'd move heaven and earth to get the sale, by any means humanly possible."It's perfect for just anything," Ry
Ryan yielded completely into her embrace, and it was something new. He was only human, Claire thought. Right now he was like a baby, afraid to lose his security item."I'll try to be normal," he whispered, hugging her back tightly.Claire regretted mentioning that. Was he always this sensitive?"No, don't," she rebuked. "I want you to be yourself, Ryan. Forget what I said, huh?" Ryan sighed. "Look, I have my demons . . . but you take me as I am. It was very stupid of me to say such a thing, Ryan. Forgive me.""Really now?" Ryan raised his head, amusement evident on his face.Yes, that was her Ryan. Claire smiled."I mean, let's do things naturally. Let's not push beyond limits, and this discussion is over," she said seriously. "Let's take a shower and get in bed.""And then talk like middle school kids?" Ryan finally spoke in the same mocking tone that Claire knew by heart."We can even have a pajama party while at it," she teased.The shower was long and refreshing. Inside the dressi
"Okay, Claire, do you want me to undress your seatbelt or something?" Ryan asked after a long moment of silence.Oh, they were home already! Claire smiled as her eyes met the parking lot."It's okay, I can do it," she muttered."Or we can't just work on your fantasy instead," Ryan teased.Claire rolled her eyes at him. "I'm starting to regret telling you that, Ryan. You're being too sex-driven." She unbuckled her seatbelt."We both are, Claire." Ryan was amused, happy to have her right now."Maybe, but I'd rather use that huge car of yours instead of this," Claire suggested playfully, biting her bottom lip at the thought."The Vogue?""Yeah, that one," Claire said."Well, that's a fair point. It's huge and spacious," Ryan said thoughtfully, and Claire couldn't contain her laugh. "So we're saving for another time?""Yeah, for tonight I want something decent.""Something decent? What is this, Claire? Are you suggesting I've been molesting you all this while?" Ryan laughed heartily sayin
They continued talking about land and real estate until they finished dinner."So, you're really not going to my place?" Ryan asked on their way out."I have work tomorrow, Ryan, and sleeping at your place means no sleeping at all,"Claire said, and it made him laugh amusedly. "Oh, so I'm a clown now?""No, you're just being silly. And clown? Isn't that supposed to be my catchphrase?" Ryan queried while opening the car door for her."You stole Bruno's, why can't I steal yours? And I thought you were drunk last night; you still remember it?" She was baffled, wondering how much he managed to hear last night."I was drunk, but it doesn't mean I lost my mind." Ryan grinned.They arrived at Claire's around nine o'clock. At the same time, Jorge had also arrived.He was exiting from the taxi as she clambered off Ryan's car."Claire. Hi," Jorge greeted, a little surprised that she was brought in a man's car."Hi, Jorge. Why the taxi? Don't tell me your car broke down again," Claire replied, r
Claire was feeling giddy as she exited the building. Her eyes met Ryan's right away. He was leaning casually against his black Mercedes. He beamed boyishly when she rushed his way, and then he chuckled when she catapulted into his arms while smiling like a schoolgirl."God, I missed you," she whispered, her lips on his at the same time, hungry and longing."Me more, baby." Ryan kissed her back, holding her waist possessively."Oh no, we're at my workplace." Giggling, Claire pulled back, apprehensive of her surroundings.Ryan smiled. "The things you make me do, Claire," he said, for he was never acquainted with this public display of affection, either. She flushed, and his eyes were staring at her with daze. "You are still looking lovely even at night.""So are you," Claire replied, smiling with content at the mere sight of him.But suddenly Ryan's face contorted. "Why do you look uncomfortable with the shoes?" He lowered his gaze down to her heels.Oh boy! Time to get scolded. Claire
He sighed, and slowly laughter escaped him. "What's this all about, Claire?" he asked, leaning against his desk, arms across the chest.Claire looked vexed. "I simply don't understand why you keep sending me mixed signals," she said.Ryan frowned. "Mixed signals?""Yes. First you ask me . . . no, you beg me to sleep with you, and the next day you treat me like trash. So what is it that you want from me? If you're shutting me out of your life, then do it like a man, and stop this ridiculous and stupid game of yours!" Claire lashed."What about you?" Ryan asked coolly, ignoring her yelling."What about me?" She frowned."What do you want from me? You're the one who wanted me to leave you alone, and it's exactly what I'm trying to do. So then what do you want from me, Claire?" His voice turned louder, menacing even. He uncrossed his arms and stood up once again, just a step or two from her.What did she want from him? Claire asked herself, and the answer was crystal clear by now."I want