Matchless Millionaires: An Improper Affair

“I’ll do it,” she responded, and watched his eyes flare.

She’d never done this before, but he made her feel daring and bold.

She took the foil packet from him, but when he lay back on the bed, instead of rolling the protection on him, she pleasured him with her mouth.

He tensed with surprise, then relaxed and groaned. “Kelly …”

She heard the warning in his voice but, knowing she was undermining his control, she kept on going.

“I’m about to lose it,” he said hoarsely.

When she raised her head, he gave her a quick hard kiss.

“Bold in bed,” he said, smiling. “I like that.”

It took them a long time to roll the protection on him. In the end, neither of them could wait any longer.

He rolled her under him and parted her thighs. Then, holding her gaze, he slid into her slowly and came down into her arms.

The buildup was slow—and he toyed with her, increasing her pleasure—but when her release came, it was in a rush of sensation so that she gasped and cried out, grasping his hips as she moved against him.

His release came on the heels of hers and he spilled himself inside her.

She held him afterward, knowing that in this moment he was totally hers.

Nine

When Kelly woke the next morning, she glanced over and blinked. Ryan looked back at her, his hair tousled.

She’d done that, she realized, heat rising. Last night, she’d raked her fingers through his hair, and so much more.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning,” she said, suddenly unsure of herself.

She tried to glance at the clock on the bedside table.

“It’s only eight,” he said. “Plenty of time for you to get to work, which, in any case, is right here.” He smiled. “Lucky you. You can just roll out of bed and be on the job.”

Last night had been what she’d imagined sex was supposed to be. She’d pictured it in her mind countless times. And it had finally become a reality with Ryan Sperling.

“Last night was incredible,” he said, as if reading her mind.

A pleasurable thrill shot through her. It had been wonderful for her, too, but she wasn’t as experienced in bed as she was sure Ryan was.

“It’d been a while for me,” he stated.

She looked at him in surprise. She was the one who’d been all but celibate most of her adult life.

“Really? Why?” she asked.

“You could say I’ve been consumed with other things …”

“It’s been a while for me, too,” she admitted.

“Yeah, I know.” Under the bed sheets, his hand trailed along her leg.

He knew? Had she been so obviously rusty and inexperienced last night? She felt heat stain her cheeks.

She looked at him quizzically. “How did you know? Was I so obviously a novice?”

He shook his head and gave her a quick kiss. “No, but that night at the White Fir, when I got you home, and before you drifted off to sleep—“

She felt herself tense. She’d wondered whether she’d forgotten some key details from that night.

“—you mentioned you’d been with only one guy before, and then only a couple of times.”

“I did?” Apparently, when she was tipsy, she relished divulging her innermost secrets.

His lips quirked. “You’ll recall your conversation was a little, ah, disjointed, that night. I got you into bed and a second before you fell asleep, you said something about never having spent the entire night with a man before, though of course—” his eyes crinkled “—I was getting you into bed only in the most literal sense.”

Her brows drew together. “So you knew this when you slept with me last night?”

A smile rose to his lips again, even as the heat rose to her face.

“Yeah,” he said.

His words landed with the force of an explosion—at least to her. Looking at him, she knew he had no clue.

The rat, she thought.

He’d known all along just how inexperienced she was. No wonder he’d changed his tune after that night at the White Fir.

What had he claimed as the reason behind his change in attitude? The realization that we all make mistakes?

Well, she’d made a mistake—starting with sleeping with him last night!

She threw back the bedcovers and got out of bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

He continued to look guileless—his tone and expression relaxed and satisfied—and it fueled her anger.

She grabbed her clothes from where she’d put them on a nearby chair last night and decided to give him a clue.

“So I was an easy target?” she demanded. “Ripe for the picking because you knew I’d gone so long without, hmm?”

He sat up, suddenly alert. “No. I explained I haven’t had any, either—“