It takes a minute before I fully come down from the high, but once the world has stopped spinning, Ryan gently drops my leg back to the ground and flashes that wicked grin at me from where he’s still on his knees at my feet, hands gripping around the back of my thighs.
“So?”
“Yeah,” I pant out. “You can absolutely do that again. Whenever you want.” He chuckles as he dips his head to place a soft kiss on my clit. I flinch away at the oversensitivity. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. I swear I can’t hear properly. Everything is muffled like someone’s stuffed cotton balls in my ears.”
Ryan slowly rises from the floor until he’s standing over me, caging me in against the wall again, his lips still glistening from my slickness. “Is that so? Guess I have something to aspire to then.” His face shifts from his wicked smile to a smug one.
“Aspire to what? One up yourself with my best orgasm?”
“Exactly.” And then the motherfucker winks.
My phone pingswith an email as I slip my feet into my shoes. I dig my phone from my pocket as Ryan hurries around the kitchen throwing snacks into his bag for practice. Our activities in the shower have us both running later than planned.
From:Peter Boseman
To:Isabella Rossi
Subject:Mid-Season Check In
Ms. Rossi,
I’ve sent a meeting invitation across for the two of us to sit down and review your progress with the Suns and the Sports24 placement as a whole.
Regards,
Peter Boseman
CEO, Boseman Production Security
My heart drops. Plummets and plunges out of my body and through the floor.
“Isa?” Ryan’s voice sounds distant, but he can’t be that far away because he’s standing directly in front of me. He also looks a bit hazy. “Isa, what’s wrong?”
“He knows.”
“Who knows?” he asks. “And what do they know?” His head tilts.
He’s entirely too calm for this right now and I can’t function with him acting this calm.
“My… boss,” I choke out. “He knows. Heknows.” I can’t seem to catch my breath. “Oh my god. What am I going to do? How did this happen? We’ve been so careful.” At some point in my rant, I started pacing because now I’m halfway into the living room wearing only one shoe. Ryan is close on my heels, lifting me by my hips and depositing me on the kitchen island. His hands land on either side of me, caging me in.
“Breathe, Isa.” He demonstrates a long inhale that he holds for a few seconds before he blows it back out. I mirror his actions until I feel my heart rate begin to slow. “Good girl.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear before he meets my gaze again. “Now, talk me through it. He told you he knows?”
“Well, no. But he said he put a meeting on my calendar, and that sounds ominous. He has to know.” I stumble over my words, feeling a little stupid as my panic recedes.
Ryan holds out his hand. “Let me see the email.”
“You know that’s actually against company policy—” He raises an eyebrow in challenge, cutting off my excuse. “Fine, here.” I unlock my phone and drop it into his hand.
My eyes bounce around his face as he reads, looking for some sign that I’m not overreacting. That Mr. Boseman knows. When he’s finished and he looks back up at me, I don’t see the panic I expected. Instead, he’s still that same annoying calm he was when I was freaking out a few minutes ago.
“So?” I prod. “He knows, right?”
He looks back down at the phone and shrugs. “I mean, I’ve never worked a corporate job so I can’t be entirely sure on this one, but I’m pretty sure it’s only a check-in, as he said it was.”
My jaw goes slack as I snatch the phone back and re-read the email three more times through Ryan’s lens. “So… hedoesn’tknow.”
“No, Isa.” He shakes his head slowly. “He doesn’t know.”