Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(21)

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“I hope you enjoy them,” she purrs. “I picked them out myself, although he gave me very specific instructions.”

“Oh.” I blush to the roots of my hair. Just what the hell has that hot devil had her pick out for me?

I wonder if I should tip her, but then realize I have no cash on me. Damn! “I’m sorry. I don’t…” I start to say but she holds up her hand to stop me.

“Mr. Ryan has taken care of everything. Have a good evening,” she says and then she walks away elegantly in a cloud of sweet perfume. I watch her strut to the elevator in her heels and smile. She’s one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.

I carry the boxes inside. They are pastel shades of pink, lilac and mint green, and have a discreet label embossed in the corner. ‘Lady Mademoiselle.’

I place them on the bed and resist the urge to tear open the pretty boxes. I open the first one carefully and find a pair of black patent Louboutin pumps with a six inch heel. They are stunning but I have no idea how I’m going to walk in them.

I open the second box and pull out a black mini-dress. It has long sleeves and a high neckline, but it is obscenely short. The material is beautiful though. It has a soft, almost velvety feel, yet it looks like leather. I brush it over my cheek and sigh softly. It feels like it cost a fortune. I leave the pink box until last. It is the smallest and I already have an idea of what I’m going to find in here. My stomach flutters in anticipation anyway. I open it and unfold the pink tissue that it is so exquisitely wrapped in.

I smile as I see the flimsy black material. He is so predictable. I pull out the bra first and check the size, which of course is right. It’s all black lace and is so beautiful I almost want to wear it as outerwear. Next, I take out the matching panties. They are gorgeous too. It’s only when I hold them up that I notice they are not ordinary panties. They are crotchless.

My cheeks flush with heat as I think about wearing these out in public, and beneath that tiny dress. But my stomach dances with excitement too, as the prospect of being out in public with Shane Ryan when he has such easy access to my pussy makes the warmth pool in my core.

Checking the time on the clock on the nightstand, I see it’s a little after four, which means I have just under two hours to get ready. I put the expensive underwear back in the box and lie on the bed, wondering what other surprises Shane has in store this evening.



At one minute before six, Shane walks into the hotel suite. I am standing waiting for him and he smiles when he sees me in the clothes that he sent.

“Thank you for the outfit,” I flutter my eyelashes at him, trying to appear like the confident sex kitten he’s had me dresss as.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You look good enough to eat,” he growls as he walks towards me. When he reaches me, he drops to one knee, pulling a velvet box out of his pocket. It’s clearly far too big to be a ring though, so I know I’m not about to receive a marriage proposal. Still, I can’t resist teasing him.

I look down at him and flutter my eyelashes. “Are you proposing to me, Shane Ryan?”

“I’m proposing something, sweetheart,” he says with a wink as he snaps the box open with one hand as his other hand snakes up the inside of my thigh and beneath my dress. I shiver at his touch as I look down at the two rose-gold metallic orbs inside.

“They are beautiful,” I say with a sigh. “But my ears aren’t pierced.” I lick my lips as his fingers trail over my skin.

“They’re not for your ears,” he growls.

“Oh, I know what they are,” I purr. “And you are a deviant.”

“Hmm,” he agrees, reaching down to take them from the box. He holds them up and they click together, the small weights inside rolling around.

They are very pretty for a sex toy, and even the silicone retrieval cord has a beautiful rose-gold heart attached to the end. He puts the box on the floor and taps my ankle, indicating that I should lift my foot. I do as he commands and he takes hold of it, planting it on his shoulder before running his warm hand from my ankle and along my calf, causing goosebumps to prickle over my skin. His every movement is so considered and controlled.

I press the heel of my shoe lightly into the spot just beneath his shoulder blade and he narrows his eyes at me in warning as his hand slides beneath my dress again and all the way up between my thighs.

“Ordinarily, these would require some lube,” he says as he pops one into his mouth for a few seconds and sucks. My pussy throbs at the sight of him and my legs tremble.

He looks into my eyes, sucking on the ball as his fingers slide through my pussy and he pushes one into my wet heat, making me shudder and groan at the same time. When he pulls the ball from his mouth and licks his lips, I feel an intense rush of wetness. “But not with you, sweetheart,” he growls as he pushes a second finger inside me and I bear down, grinding onto them. “Why are you already so wet, Hacker? Have you been playing with yourself all day?”

“No,” I protest. “I’ve just spent the last half an hour getting ready for you take me out, and these panties made me think of…”

He grins at me. “Of what?”

“Of all the things you might do to me,” I whisper as a blush creeps over my neck and cheeks.

“Jessie!” he groans loudly as he slides his fingers out of me. He presses one of the Ben Wa balls against my opening. It is warm from his mouth and I groan loudly as he pushes it easily inside. I feel the weight of it instantly and when he pushes the second one inside me a moment later, I have to reach down and hold onto him to steady myself as my legs almost buckle.