HOW FAR OVER THE EDGE WOULD YOU GO FOR LOVE?
Passion and adventure go hand in hand with Ryan and Nora, but as Ryan taps into his deep well of desires, will he once again push Nora too far?
As Nora prepares to sit for her LSATs and apply to law school, her new assignment at work forces her to come face to face with her old fears and insecurities. In her desperation to hold on to her confidence and independence she vows to solve her own problems and shuts Ryan out. But does Ryan have secrets of his own?
When Ryan finally admits his deepest, darkest desire, Nora must decide just how far she will let Ryan take her into his universe. But will the desire itself destroy them both?
Waking up next to Ryan with the afternoon sun streaming in through the sheer curtains still makes my heart flutter. Never have I felt so glorious, so sexy, so sublime. I start to sit up, but his arm tightens around me, dragging me closer to his magnificent body as he buries his head in my hair.
“No. Not yet,” he says, nuzzling my ear.
Giggling, I turn to face him. Even now, after all these months, I’m still not used to just how perfect his face is. His dark hair falls across his forehead, almost hiding his shining chestnut and dark-chocolate eyes. Full lips surrounded by the most alluring five o’ clock shadow I’ve ever seen. The man looks like he was created by an artist. And he’s in my bed!
Okay, technically I’m in his bed. Which is why I need to get up. I haven’t been home in three days and need to get my ass over to my apartment to do some laundry, clean up, and go grocery shopping.
“Ryan. I need to go. Are you coming?” I whisper as I move his hair, running my hands through his silky strands. Even his hair is freaking perfect.
Opening one eye, he glares at me. “If you had just moved in with me, you wouldn’t have to go and I’d still be asleep.”
Oh, here we go. We’ve been over this and over this. A few months back, I stayed here while I waited for a small studio apartment that was, ‘great for students!’ to open up. He wanted me to stay, but we’d only known each other a little over a month, so I signed a six-month lease and moved. He hasn’t let up since.
“Okay,” I tell him, kissing his nose, “I’m going to go.”
Thinking he’s fallen back to sleep, I start to sneak out of bed. Just when I’m about to stand up, his large hands wrap around my waist.
“No,” he playfully roars behind me, “I’m not done with you yet.”
Pulling me back underneath him, I feel his cock, hard and ready, press into me. Jeez, did we not just do this right before we passed out? The man is insatiable. His hands smooth down my sides as his legs straighten mine. I can’t help but giggle again.
“Young, I need you. You can’t leave.”
“I know what you need, Cole. And I gave that up to you less than two hours ago.”
He strokes my ribs and the soft part underneath. Hmm, suddenly the to-do list in my head vanishes. I know the moment he senses my surrender because he breaks into that wicked grin of his. Damn. He has me.
Lightly moving his fingers through my unruly hair, he slides it off my face, brushing his lips across my heated skin. My entire body coils. His hands cup my breasts, my nipples already hard points. Slowly, he covers my chest with hot open mouth kisses, nipping and sucking underneath my left breast.
His hands don’t stop moving, though. Deliberately slow, to drive me crazy, he inches his feather-light fingers down my abdomen, across my hips and through my soft curls. He knows I’ll be wet and slightly desperate by the time his fingers make their way to my core. Of course, I’m so distracted by his mouth, I hardly notice his hand until one long finger sears my clit. White hot pleasure bows my back off the bed.
“Fuck, Nora. You’re perfect. Ya know that? The perfect fucking woman.”
Relaxing back against the bed, I hardly register his words. The only thing I know for sure is he is the only man who has ever made me feel like this. The only man who looks at me as if the sun rises with my smile and the only man who can give me mind blowing orgasms with the touch of his hand. As his finger slides inside of me, I feel how wet I already am.
With my eyes heavy and my hips light, I relish the moment, letting the sensations take over. His large, titillating hand wraps around my hip, holding me to the bed while my legs fall open, my body humming as I surrender completely to what is about to happen. It won’t be long now; his fingers slide in and out, faster, harder, like a magician conjuring stars from the skies, pure bliss rises from nowhere and builds to a magnificent crescendo.
With no other recourse, I cover my face with my hands and let my orgasm crash through me, feeling my insides pulse as pleasure snakes its way through my veins. Before I even open my eyes, Ryan has moved on top of me, readying himself. My breath catches when he pushes his way inside. My eyes flutter as my body convulses around him. What is it about this man that makes me feel this way? Waves of pleasure race up my legs and arms, goose bumps rise across my skin as heat flares my insides.
Looking up at him, I see his eyes darken, his dark chocolate irises almost glow as his gaze roams up and down my body. A small shiver makes its way across my over-heated skin. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I feel his muscles move under his skin. I scan his perfectness—his narrow hips leaving my body with each thrust, his abs firing on cue as his chest muscles ripple, his shoulders bulging as he holds himself above me.
His hair falls in his eyes and he shakes his head a little, smiling down at me. Leaning down on his elbows, he grabs my hands and holds them above my head, the restraint feeding my desire. I want to move, but between his body weight and his hold on my wrists, I’m trapped, heightening my awareness of him, my need for him. His skin slides across mine as he moves inside me fast and hard, but I need more.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I grin. This position lets him go deeper, almost too much for me, but I like the way it feels. He moves his hips forward and the tip of his cock hits my cervix. Just as expected, when he slams down hard with his hips a white hot wave reverberates out to my toes.
“Jesus!” he moans after a few minutes.
I watch as he starts to fall apart. His grip on my hand loosens first, his head falls forward, his eyes close. Moving my hips so he hits that sweet spot every time, it’s almost painful, but if I relax enough it feels tantalizingly delicious and exactly what I need. Just on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain.
Hooking my ankles together, I relax my hips, allowing him to go even deeper. My heart races and my blood rushes behind my ears. His face goes slack as he grunts before arching his back and swirling his hips.
“I’m not going to last, Young,” he groans.
I already know, but I love what happens to him when he’s this close. There is something so powerful about watching him struggle to hold on—to fight his own release while he waits for me.
“Harder,” I gasp.
His eyes fly open as his face contorts into a look of pure concentration. Our eyes lock. I feel as if he is looking straight into my soul where there are no secrets, no layers, no confusion; he sees all of me. Without warning, my orgasm rushes through me so hard and so fast I can barely breathe. As I clench down around his hard length he lets out a hiss before I feel his own warm release.
Spent and exhausted once again, I roll away from him as he gets up to take care of the condom. Damn it, I swear I was doing something important before he distracted me.
Before I completely drift off, I feel Ryan’s big body wrap around mine.
“Didn’t you wear that on Friday?” Julie asks as I walk into her office.
Shaking my head slowly, I sit down and pull out my list of questions we need to go over. “Yes, I did wear this on Friday, but I never made it home this weekend so I didn’t do laundry, nor did I go shopping, do any cleaning, or even get a change of clothes. Thank God I have some essentials over there or I would have had to call in sick this morning.”
Julie grins at me. “Oh, yeah, that sounds like a really bad weekend to me. I mean, just think about it, you have this guy so wrapped up in you, he doesn’t let you leave for two straight days and three hot nights. Just awful!”
I can’t help but grin. I know, right. I’m complaining about what?
“Fine. Can we please focus on this now? Mrs. Lancaster is going to be expecting all these details worked out by this afternoon.” I smile.
“Right. Boat party, pirates, and she wants to do what? A scavenger hunt on Fisherman’s Wharf?”
“Colleen was talking to her the other day and she told her to hire about ten limousines to stop by around nine-ish because she’s breaking everyone off into small groups and giving them a list of things they need to collect.”
“All while dressed as pirates?”
“Yup!” I shake my head, hiding my laugher. “It’s going to be a killer party.”
“Maybe.” Julie shakes her head thinking about.
Julie is not a fan of dressing up and making a fool out of oneself. Her short black hair is cut to fall in jagged edges to the top of her shoulders. For some reason, this new haircut makes her blue eyes appear even brighter and bigger.
Today she is wearing a dark green blouse with black dress pants that hug her in all the right places. Even with heels on she barely stands taller than five four, making her cute, spunky, and feisty. As long as I have known her she’s been single, but that doesn’t stop her from going on lots of dates or just taking off on her own. From where I sit, she seems fearless.
“Were you able to secure the block of rooms at the different hotels? And we need to talk about brunch for Sunday.”
“Julie?” her speakerphone squawks.
“Is Nora in there? I need to pull her off the Lancaster file for a bit. Can you ask her to come into my office?” David’s voice fills the room.
Julie and I look at each other, stunned. What? We’re six weeks away from pulling off a huge event and hopefully nailing down a regular client who likes to throw large, vivacious parties. Why on earth would I get pulled from this event?
“You bet, David. We were just going over the file now. She’ll be right in.” Julie shrugs and hangs up the phone.
After a moment, I stand up and hand her my file. “Alright, here’s the file I have and notes on the latest questions she wanted answered. She likes new ideas, so do a little research on the area and see if there’s anything to add to that hunt. Or, I don’t know.” I pause, not sure where I was going with that thought. “Yeah, I’ll let you know what this is all about.”
Walking out of her office, I dread what’s coming. I have no idea why, but whatever it is, it can’t be good. David is sitting with Colleen and Sophia at his conference table, engaged in an animated discussion when I open his door. What is it with David and heavy doors?
“Oh good, Nora, you’re here. We have a new project we would like you to spearhead. I know the Lancaster file is big, but this one will need your full attention. It’s in conjunction with Mar’s Marketing Group. Have you ever heard of them?” David says the minute I walk in.
“Um, Mar’s Marketing? No, I can’t say I have.”
“Huh? Okay, no worries. They’re working on a global awareness campaign and want to bring us on board for their evening parties. The event splashes across three weeks, so we really need one person to head this one. We’ll have events in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Chicago, New York, Saint Louis, Phoenix, and here in Palo Alto.”
“Wow!” I’m shocked. This is a huge account, David must be thrilled to have so many large projects right before the holidays. “What’s their campaign?”
“No idea. I stopped listening after a while. We aren’t really involved in that part of it, just the logistics of the evening events. They have all kinds of marketing functions for their tour, but our job is strictly the evening galas,” David says, pulling out a large file from under the stack of papers on the table.
“Okay. Great.” I smile weakly, holding out my hand for the file. “Are we consulting local firms or are we traveling?”
“Traveling, my dear. You are taking the lead on this one. You did an amazing job with RFC last summer. I know you’ll handle this one with flying colors.”
I take the file and nod. Sophia looks at me, her eyes large with compassion. She and Julie are the only ones here who know I’m a few weeks away from sitting for the LSATs. And turning in law school applications in November. Not that I’ve been slacking off here, but they know I don’t want any new projects and certainly don’t want to be in charge of one.
The last thing I want is this project. It’s a nightmare assignment. I can already tell the evening events will be complicated and not a priority for whoever is in charge, but still will be expected to be perfect. Lovely.
Scurrying out of David’s office before I throw up my breakfast, I make my way to my own office to sort out my new file. I don’t even know how much time I have before the first gala.
As expected, this campaign has been in place for a while and they’re just realizing they need help with the gala events. Checking the calendar, the first event is about a month away. Looks like we do two parties a week for most of October with their last one here back home on a Sunday evening. The big bash, no doubt.
The first thing I need to do is contact this marketing company and talk to my client. I don’t even know what my budget is. Scrolling through the file, I find a number.
“Hello, this is Nora Young with David Chappelle Events. I’d like to speak to Abel Maynard, please?”
“Mr. Maynard isn’t in the office right now, would you like to speak to his assistant?”
“Yes, that would be great. Thanks.”
Often assistants are easier to work with anyway and know more about these things than the head guy, so speaking directly with his assistant will hopefully speed things along. I relax for the first time in over an hour. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
“Hello, Nora, this is Darren, Mr. Maynard’s assistant.”
The voice on the phone stops my breath entirely.
“Darren?” I ask, horrified.
“Yes, Nora. It’s me. I’m looking forward to working with you on this one.”