Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ryan
There had never been a woman so perfect in the world.
That's what Raven was. Utter perfection. Not even supermodels in magazines and actresses on TV screens were as perfect as she was, especially now, looking at me, Ryan, with those emerald eyes. I had perched her on the conference room table, her lips swollen from my assault on her mouth, and she wasn’t leaving.
She finally had the full package and could have cut our little tirade short for a multitude of reasons.
She’d dreamed up the perfect guy in her mind to match my voice, and finally seeing me could have been a disappointment.
But she was in front of me, staring at me expectantly and waiting for whatever I would give her.
With her bra and stomach exposed, she looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes and gave me all the confidence I might have lacked before.
She wanted this. Not just my voice, but me.
I ran my thumb over her collarbone and down to her breasts, eliciting a sigh from her as she dropped her head back, exposing her luscious neck.
Taking the movement as an invitation, I trailed my tongue from the base of her throat all the way to her chin.
She gasped, and I gripped the back of her neck hard, pulling her lips to mine, drunk on her mouth.
Nothing else mattered when she was underneath my hands.
I’d thought of this moment for weeks, and was growing impatient.
I wanted to give her long, drawn out pleasure, but that would have to wait.
I needed to taste her body like I needed air, all my former plans thrown out the window.
I reached behind her and flicked her bra clasp open, relief surging at getting it on the first try. If it hadn’t come undone so easily, it might have been ripped apart. I needed those tits freed to me.
She shrugged the shirt down her shoulders and flung the bra on the table. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink nipples, hard and waiting for my touch. Her breasts were the ideal size, and when I cupped them in my hands, they fit perfectly. Like she was made for me.
Her skin was flushed, pink splotches painting her chest like artwork. Diving back to her mouth, I palmed her breasts hard and she arched into me. Reluctantly leaving her lips, I kissed my way down her neck and over her chest to her nipple.
When I clasped my mouth onto the sensitive peak, I was rewarded with a moan that made my dick throb.
“Ryan.”
Fuck, there was no sweeter sound than my name on her lips, and I sighed against her at the thought of her moaning around my cock down her throat.
I peppered kisses to her other breast and gave it the same attention. Flicking my tongue over her again and again, I reached up to do the same motion with the pad of my thumb on the other side. Her pants filled the small room, and I reveled in the sound.
As I lifted my head after releasing her from my mouth, Raven stared straight into my eyes.
The women I’d been with in the past had been shy when they were intimate, always looking away or closing their eyes.
But Raven trained her emeralds on my every movement.
She watched, breathing fast as I unbuttoned her pants.
“Next time, wear a skirt. This would be much easier,” I grunted, working the annoying zipper down.
She threw her head back and laughed, a sound so intoxicating I vowed to coax it from her as much as possible. Along with all the other sexy sounds she made.
“I’ve never laughed when my pants were being taken off, but surprisingly, it didn’t kill the mood,” she said when her chuckles subsided.
I grinned down at her then stole a kiss from her lips before shoving her backward. Lust clouded her eyes as her elbows landed on the table. She wasn’t laughing anymore, and soon she would be screaming.
“Lift your hips,” I commanded as I braced her boots on the sides of my thighs and hooked my fingers into her waistband. Her heels dug into me as she hoisted her ass off the table and I slid her slacks off.
Taking a knee, I worked the wide leg fabric over her shoes because those slutty boots were staying on. She raised back up on her hands and looked down at me, bared except for a piece of silk. I crawled my hands up her legs and kissed in their wake until my head was level with her pussy.
“You are every bit the queen I said you were, baby. On your throne with me on my knees before you,” I purred against the skin of her inner thigh, dropping kisses between words. “I’m forever yours to command.”
Her lips parted, and I didn’t take my eyes off her as I grabbed her ankles and placed her legs on my shoulders. With her knees bent, her legs fell to the side, opening her body fully to me.
“Don’t you dare move your feet off me. Don’t try to keep your weight off me, either. I want you to dig your heels into my back as you come. Got it?” I demanded.
She bit her lip, but I didn’t wait for a response. I moved her panties to the side and she gasped as air hit her sensitive flesh. She glistened in the fluorescent light and I salivated at the feast before me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re exquisite,” I said, lowering my mouth to her. She was ecstasy on my tongue, and I lapped every bit of arousal from between her thighs, my breath hot on her skin. The room filled with her moans as I teased her with short flicks. She writhed on the table, eyes locked on me.
“Ryan, please,” she choked. “I need more.”
Her plea was my undoing. I latched onto her clit and sucked the life out of her.
Her moans took on a higher pitch, and she wove her hand into my hair, fisting the strands.
My skin burned from the sharpness of her heels pressing into my back, but the pain had my cock growing even harder.
It was a good thing I’d come twice already today in case I couldn’t hold myself back once I saw her.
Good planning on my part, since I’d never be able to hold myself back from her.
Reaching my arm up around her thigh, I offered my fingers to her. “Suck,” I said around her clit.
She didn’t hesitate. Taking my middle and ring fingers into her mouth, she swirled her tongue, coating them with her saliva. When I jerked them away, she whimpered and I almost came at the sweet sound.
Sliding my middle finger into her pussy, I curled it forward in a way that had her walls clenching around me with a vengeance. I glanced up at her, and she was still watching every move I made, mouth fully open. Her eyes blazed as I slid in another finger so slowly she grew impatient.
“All of it. I need all of it,” she panted.
“Beg for it. Beg me to let you come.” My voice was gruff. “Tell me how much you want to come on my hand and tongue.”
Her body grew still, and she pierced me with those green eyes. “I don’t just want to come all over you. I need to come all over you,” she deadpanned.
“Fuckkk,” I groaned before ramming my fingers all the way inside her and crashing my mouth back to her pussy. She didn’t need to beg. She had cast a fucking spell on me, and now I was hers. I was fucking hers.
She jerked beneath me and cried as she came, her walls convulsing around my fingers and her boots biting into my back even deeper.
I locked onto her clit, lapping and sucking her through her orgasm.
When her fingers slackened in my hair and the aftershocks eased, I pulled away, withdrawing my hand that was drenched in her wetness.
I brought it to my mouth while still kneeling between her legs and sucked every digit dry.
I sprang up and slammed my mouth to hers, a gasp of shock escaping her as I placed my hand on the small of her back.
She circled her arms around my neck and dove into the kiss, tasting the sweet sex coating my tongue.
A loud blaring caused us to jump apart like we had been caught in the act like teenagers.
Raven looked at her ringing phone, a puzzled expression on her face before realization dawned.
“Fuck!” Raven yelled as she smoothed a hand down over her hair. “Goddammit, you have to go.”
Grabbing her bra and fixing it in place, I stared in confusion as she hopped off the table and shoved her leg into her pants, struggling to get the boot through the fabric. When they were finally situated back on her hips, she pulled on her blouse and fumbled with the buttons, hands shaking.
I stepped to her, grabbing her hands and bringing them up to my mouth, where I planted a kiss on each. She watched as I released them and moved mine expertly down her shirt, fastening each tiny closure.
She blew out a breath, and turned to grab her jacket once I finished, and groaned.
“Well, this is fucking ruined,” she said as she grabbed the material she’d soaked off the table.
I looked at her expectantly as she glanced at her watch.
“You weren’t my last appointment of the day.
I had a very important call scheduled exactly five minutes ago. ”
“Why do you have calls scheduled so late?” I asked, annoyance swirling in my chest as she snatched her phone and hustled to the door.
“Work doesn’t stop at five when you have a business to run.”
Reluctantly, I followed her out into the hallway, and she didn’t give a second glance before she hurried to her office.
“You can see yourself out!” she called as the door slammed behind her.
Standing in the hall staring after her, my dick hard in my pants, I had to clench my fist to keep from barging into her office and bending her over her desk.
Fuck her phone call. I wanted to teach her she couldn’t barge out on me, but I would bide my time.
In the end, I didn’t want to cause her to lose business, so she was lucky her work was the reason she left me hanging.
Still, I didn’t forget so easily, and she didn’t know what I had in store for her.
I was a rabid dog on the loose now that I had finally tasted her, and she was never going to be rid of me.
After I walked to the door and it swung closed behind me, I glanced up at the camera to the right of the glass.
The bright red light glared, almost mocking.
I took note of the brand etched across the top of the device and pulled out my phone, quickly texting the name to Aaron.
The elevator doors parted and I pressed the silver circle labeled “Garage”.
My pocket buzzed as I entered the structure, swiping accept on the call.
“Rick,” I answered. “Nice to hear from you.” I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice, but a touch leaked in.
I had been patiently waiting for the file on Raven for a week, and my stomach vibrated with anticipation before Rick dashed my excitement, sending it down the drain.
“I have much bigger things to deal with than this, kid. Be glad I got it done within a week,” he snapped, his gruff voice cracking like a whip through the phone. I could only assume people did whatever this dude said.
I pulled the door of my car open, Rick’s tone adding to my sour mood. “Can you send the file directly to my email?”
He shuffled the phone, and the speaker scraped against something unseen, causing a harsh swiping to hound my ear.
“I can, but you aren’t going to be happy with the results.
Your lady there is hiding something. I only found the same information that you said you did.
She didn't really exist before college.”
I stopped cold, my hand frozen in midair above the shifter. “What do you mean she didn’t exist?”
“I mean exactly what I said,” Rick huffed.
“There are no records of Raven Lovelace prior to her acceptance into college. No birth records, elementary, or high school records, nothing. The only thing I found was the city and state she came from on her college application. I looked everywhere in that city and found nothing.”
I scrubbed my hand over my face. “She had to exist somewhere. Could she be from a different country?” I questioned. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it in my gut that there was more to this than just the simple explanation that she wasn’t born in the U.S.
“Maybe, but it will cost you to find out. Poking around in foreign records isn’t easy.”
“What city?” I asked.
Rick said the name and kept speaking, “There's a myriad of potential reasons why I didn’t find everything with the normal search, but digging deeper won’t be cheap.”
“Do whatever you need to. I don’t care how much it costs,” I said, running my free hand through my hair. “I want the full file, but send me what you have.”
“Don’t expect it anytime soon. I have other shit to do,” Rick grunted, and the line went dead.
I dropped the phone in the cup holder and leaned my head against the seat.
What the fuck was going on? Rick was one of the best PIs in the country.
He had ways, probably illegal ways, of getting information.
I knew from the price tag that his “normal” search was much more thorough than any typical investigator’s methods, so if he couldn’t find information it had to mean something was off.
He would’ve looked in the right places so that only led to one conclusion. Raven’s past was buried.
I thought about the city he mentioned, and I remembered Dad’s company had a location there.
He and Uncle Jeff visited often even though it wasn’t the office they worked out of.
I had always wanted to go with them when I was kid, hoping to finally be enough for Dad—but of course, I was always dismissed.
Shaking out of my thoughts, I started the car.
“What are you hiding, Raven?” I sighed into the silence and the empty garage around me.