She rocked her pelvis against me, and I let out a groan against her lips.
“Ri,” I murmured into her mouth as I deepened the kiss, rolling and rubbing my tongue along hers.
She met every one of my demands with demands of her own.
I slid my hands from her fabulous ass up, until I cupped the back of her neck, pulling back long enough to say, “I will kill any man who thinks to touch you. You’re mine.”
Surprise flashed in her clouded gaze. Had I just said that?
Too late to take it back. Instead of thinking more about it, I fisted Riya’s long tresses and brought her lips back to mine. We explored each other’s mouths while our bodies pressed together and our arms roamed.
The heat of her cunt rubbing against my cock had me ready to explode.
Touching her like this was better than anything I could have imagined.
I shifted my hands, grabbing hold of her ass, and ground her pussy along the length of my cock. She felt so good. Her arousal dampened the fabric of my pants.
A guttural whimper escaped her. “Leo. More.”
Her hips gyrated to a rhythm that had her throwing back her head and clutching my shoulders. She was a fucking goddess. I took over the movement, thrusting against her and wishing my dick was buried deep in her as I made her come.
Her mewled cries of need grew louder, and her back bowed.
“Leo,” she cried out, scoring her nails deep into the fabric of my shirt.
Gripping the back of her neck, I brought her lips back to mine, drinking in her release. It was better than the most expensive whiskey in the world.
As she came down, I let her slump against me, and I clenched my teeth trying to get my body under control. I was not going to come in my pants, and I was not going to have sex with Riya for the first time in a fucking car. I’d wanted this woman for too long to let it be some quick fuck.
The limo came to a slow stop, snapping both Riya and me out of our aroused haze.
We stared at each other, knowing we’d just crossed a line we weren’t ready to discuss.
She slid from my lap, straightening her clothes, trying to bring order to her appearance. But there was no disguising her kiss-swollen lips or the mess I’d made of her hair.
I couldn’t wait to dishevel the always prim-and-proper Riya Guliani again.
The driver opened the door, letting in a blast of cold air that should have chilled to the bone but did nothing to calm my body.
I pulled my shirt from my pants to hide my erection. “Tomorrow. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
She licked her lips and nodded. “Tomorrow.” Her voice was raspy, still filled with her arousal.
I stepped out, inhaling the fresh early-November air.
Turning to the open door, I leaned in, knowing if I left it like this, Riya would revert into her hard shell.
“This isn’t over, Ri. It’s only the beginning. We’ve circled each other for too long, and I’m damn glad this thing isn’t just one-sided.”
Chapter Six
Leo
My phone rang as I walked into my office. I knew who it was without looking at the display.
I’d expected the call.
The tabloids were having a field day with the incident at the club and the masterful way Riya had spun it to my advantage.
Yeah I knew punching that bastard, no matter how much he deserved it, was probably the wrong thing to do when there were hundreds of cell phones ready to record the incident. But he’d touched Riya and threatened Mira.
I couldn’t regret it, not with what had happened after. I’d gotten to see “the fixer” in action and then had the pleasure of tasting the woman who’d haunted my dreams for years. I could still hear her moans as she came.
I pushed the thought back and answered. “This is Vaughn.”
“Want to tell me what the fuck is going on with you?” Graham Morgan’s less-than-cheerful voice asked.
“About what? My meeting with the investors is rescheduled for next week at your office.”
“I’m talking about your latest antics in the tabloids.”
I closed my door and moved behind my desk, taking the chair. “Want to be more specific?”
“Don’t play coy with me, Vaughn. You’re lucky the videos show you defending two women who you view as sisters. But dammit, man, couldn’t you have gotten security to handle it or the giant that was their bodyguard?”
After last night, trying to pretend Riya was like a sister was no longer possible. Something Riya and I had yet to discuss. The woman had all but ghosted me this morning. I’d sent her a text saying I was on my way to talk but when I’d arrived at her townhouse, she was gone.
She was not going to get the opportunity to pretend what had happened between us was a mistake.
“I’m not the kind of guy to stand by while any woman, whether I think of her as family or not, is being harassed. The shithead deserved it.”
“I don’t doubt he did, but do you realize we have millions invested in this project? We can’t lose our partners. Your exploits have caused us enough issues.”
“Want me to call Chu and Singh?”
“No, just get your shit together. If needs be, hire Riya Guliani. She’s the one person I know who can fix the mess you’ve made of your life.”
I shook my head. “Well then I guess I’ve done one thing right.”
“The last thing I’d believe is that you hired Guliani to help you. Let me guess, Papa Damir brought her in to fix his hot mess of a son.”
“Fuck off, Morgan.”
“Look, we’ve known each other for too long to walk around the tough subjects. You’re one of the best when it comes to business, with a reputation to respect, but that’s all taken a backseat to the one the media has latched on to. Get it together, and let the fixer fix your image.”
His tone had my back up. “Is that an order?”
“Yes. You’re thirty-two years old. It’s time to grow up. I’ll pull my money before I let your antics destroy the financial stability of my family. Hear me?”
“Crystal clear.”
“Good.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
“Go make another assistant quit—it’ll make you feel better.”
Graham had a reputation for being a tyrant to his assistants, with most lasting only a few months at the most.
“Asshole.” Graham laughed and hung up.
I dropped my phone to my desk and stood, staring out at the street below.
It couldn’t hurt to listen to Riya’s ideas.
Fuck. How was I going to let the woman I wanted to fuck into the next century boss me around? Too much was on the line not to.
That also meant we couldn’t repeat what happened yesterday, no matter how much I wanted to touch her. I never crossed the line of business and personal. I had to keep her in the slot of business and ignore what my dick said.
The problem was going to be forgetting how amazing she sounded as she came or how her lips tasted.
I was so fucked, and not in the way I wanted.
Riya
I walked up the steps to the multifamily house that had been my childhood home before my parents had moved to the compound. I loved this place. It was so simple, with its wood siding and aged fixtures. Nothing like the house I owned now. Nothing like the one my family had moved into during my sophomore year of high school. A mere few months before Papa passed away.