Owning Violet (The Fowler Sisters #1)(88)

My fingers falter again and he reaches out, pushing them away so he can take over. I feel the hard length of his erect cock nudging against my ass and my breath catches in my throat. He’s surrounding me. Taking over. And he makes me so weak I don’t want him to stop.

The door somehow opens and we both rush inside, Ryder slamming and locking the door before turning to me, his hands cupping my face as he kisses me. I kiss him back with everything I have, dropping my purse to the floor before I reach for the waistband of his jeans and undo the button fly with surprising efficiency.

He breaks the kiss for a quick second to tear off his shirt before he’s going back in, his tongue and lips working their usual magic over me. I shove his jeans down his hips and he kicks them as well as his shoes off, revealing that he’s not wearing underwear. My eyes are closed but I know this because when I reach for him, my hand comes in contact with his very erect, very thick cock.

I stroke him, grip him tight, and he groans in agony. The sound fuels me and I suck his tongue deep into my mouth, my entire body clenching with anticipation.

“I can’t figure out how to get this damn dress off of you,” he mutters as he pushes me away. I turn my back toward him and he undoes the zipper, shoving at my dress so it practically falls off me. I step out of it and turn to face him once more, standing in my virginal white lacy bra and matching panties, feeling not so virginal as I see the way he studies me.

As if he wants to swallow me whole.

He licks his lips as if anticipating a particularly delicious meal and he slowly approaches me. “How do you want me tonight?”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“Do you want me to go slow?” He drifts his fingers across my cheek, then down my neck, toying with my bra strap. My breath quickens at his touch. “Or fast?”

Oh, God. I don’t know what sounds better. “Wh-what do you want?”

He hums and tilts his head. His gaze lingers on my face before it dips low, landing on my breasts. My nipples harden at his blatant contemplation and I fidget, wishing he would say something. “Both have their merits,” he finally says as he reaches out and runs his finger along the lacy trim of one bra cup, then the other.

Gooseflesh rises at his touch and I sway on my feet. “Yes.”

“I think I’d rather take my time.” His gaze returns to mine. “And savor you.”

That sounds absolutely perfect.

Chapter Twenty-six

Ryder

I’m minding my own damn business in yet another packaging meeting when I see her walk by, sexy as f*ck. As usual. She stops in the doorway of the conference room I’m sitting in, giving me a perfect view of her, and I almost feel like she does it on purpose.

She may act sweet and innocent, but she’s devious—at least when it comes to tempting me.

Violet is wearing her hair up, revealing that elegant, kissable neck. Pearl studs are in her ears and the dress she wears is a deep shade of purple. It fits her body to perfection, accenting every dip and curve.

But it’s her legs that do me in. Usually they’re bare—which is a temptation I fight against since that first moment she let me touch her. Today, though, she has on black, diamond-patterned stockings and the highest, shiniest black shoes I’ve ever seen her wear.

Instantly my brain goes to Violet sprawled across my desk, her skirt hiked up to her waist, those patterned legs splayed in the air while I stand between them, f*cking her until she screams.

Yeah. I’m a twisted mess over this woman. I can’t get enough of her. I stayed the night at her place last night and kept her up. Alternating between talking, kissing, and f*cking, there wasn’t much time to sleep.

I wonder if she’s up for a repeat performance tonight.

“Ryder. Did you hear me?”

I jerk my attention away from Violet standing in the doorway to smile at Luann, one of the smartest members on my team. “Sorry. Repeat that?”

We’re talking about finalizing the packaging for the holiday sets and she asks if I prefer gold or silver trim.

I go with gold.

The meeting is over and Violet is still standing there, talking with someone. I can’t tell who. Anticipation fills me as I get up from my chair and start for the doorway. I keep my steps measured, not wanting to look too eager.

The woman makes me f*cking eager. She’s all I think about. All I want. I care about her. Worry about her when I don’t know where she is. It’s confusing as hell.

I draw closer. I’m about to say something when I see exactly whom she’s talking to.

Zachary motherf*cking Lawrence.

“Violet.” I murmur her name as I stride by her, not stopping, not even looking in Lawrence’s direction. I can sense his smug arrogance, the triumph he feels radiating off him. The * thinks he’s won.

But he’s not the one sleeping in Violet’s bed at night. He’s not the one with his face buried between Violet’s legs, tonguing her until she comes. And he’s definitely not the one sinking his cock deep inside her welcoming body.

Yeah. That honor would go to me.

She doesn’t say hello, but I can’t blame her. I feel her eyes on me, though, as I walk away, and I smile. We’ve gone full incognito with this … affair we’re having, and I’m enjoying the hell out of it.

I take that back. I don’t like her spending time with Lawrence, even though I told her to do it. I don’t like pretending I’m on good terms with Pilar, either, because I don’t trust her. That bitch is trying to cross me and f*ck over Violet. She is hell-bent on getting whatever she wants, and it doesn’t matter who gets hurt in the process.