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  “Table’s waiting for you. Half of the tourist in San Diego have been asking for it, but the boss man has been saving it just for you.”

  “You’re the man, Wolf.”

  I laugh at the irony.

  “Wolf, this is Aria. Keep your eye on this one. She’s destined for great things.”

  “Nice to meet you, Aria,” Wolf says.

  “Nice to meet you, Wolf,” I say. I try not to giggle at calling a huge, grown man Wolf. I know there’s something behind that name. Probably something patriotic and obviously he and Ryker go way back.

  We enter the bar and the warm reception continues. I love how Ryker’s so down to earth even though he’s a big time celebrity, at least in the aviation community. I can see that people are a little intimidated by him, treading lightly, but still very glad to see him. He leads each of the conversations, and even though he has a bit of a reputation for being arrogant, I don’t see it. He’s quick to ask people about their life instead of focusing on his own. And he’s even faster to introduce me to everyone and make me feel right at home. A true gentleman. I could get very, very used to this.

  Nearly ten minutes of hellos later and we’re at the table. It’s the same one where Maverick and Goose sang “You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feelin’” to Charlotte Blackwood. I recognize it instantly and jokingly ask Ryker if he thinks that’s happened with me.

  “Lost that lovin’ feeling? You? Not in a million years.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “One look into your eyes and I can see the passion, the joy with which you live.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. Youthful exuberance. You’ve got it in spades.”

  Another person comes to greet Ryker and I mull over his comment. Youthful exuberance. Ironic that he said that about me considering he’s north of forty and it’s him that’s full of youthful exuberance. He’s all man, there’s no doubt about that, but he has the stamina of an eighteen-year-old boy. It’s perfectly channeled and contained though. He’s calm, cool, and collected at all times, but he’s also always on. Always focused. Always intense. And right now his intensity is causing an intense feeling in my panties.

  He grabs my hand and leads me outside. We spend the next hour or so laughing in the sun. We’re on the patio, and it’s sunny with the temperature in the high seventies. Luckily the winds have turned keeping the smoke from the wildfires away from downtown, so all is perfect.

  He slides on his aviator sunglasses when the sun becomes more direct. All the pilot fantasies I’ve had about him come rushing back. He reaches up to undo the canopy above us, to make sure I’m not too warm. He even switches seats so the sun’s at my back. I’m warm and feeling the buzz. This is infinitely better than being back at college walking around campus from class to class in the cold weather.

  And it’s not just the weather, or the drinks, or the location, or the celebrity factor. It’s one hundred percent him. He makes everything right. He makes everything fun. And he makes me want to take him in the bathroom and blow him right now.

  I lean forward to retie my shoe and I catch him staring down my top. His lenses are dark, but not that dark.

  I straighten back up in my chair and he takes his sunglasses off, dropping them on the table. His focus is intense, even for him. He’s staring at me deeply. How I could get lost in those baby blues. Swim their depths and learn all the stories he has to tell from his world travels.

  “Do you have a boyfriend, Aria?”

  That was abrupt. “No.” I run my hand through my hair, pushing it back exposing my neck.

  He takes a drink of his beer.

  “Are you looking for one?”

  “I’m not looking, no. No one’s turned my head at college, that’s for sure.” Geez, that sounded a more than a little forward, and a lot dumb.

  “That’s good,” he says.

  “Why is that good?” Isn’t he interested in me?

  “Better to focus on your studies. I know it’s a lot of work, and you don’t want to get distracted by some boy.”

  I take a sip of my liquid courage. “I’d never get distracted by a boy, Mr. Bell. But I am very, very tempted by a man I know.”

  I see him move in his chair. It’s subtle, but I catch it. My mind flashes back to that picture of him in the white Speedo, and I know he’s moving to reduce the pain from his massive member trying to escape his pants.

  “What about you, Mr. Bell?”

  “What about me?”

  “Isn’t it about time to settle down? At your age I’m guessing you’d want a wife and kids soon.” Damn, that was stupid.

  “At my age?”

  “Sorry, it’s just that, well, you know.”

  “That’s the thing, Aria. I don’t know. I don’t know why anyone would ever settle. I sure as hell wouldn’t. If you never find the one, then those are the cards you were dealt, but if you do, then you better grab ahold tight and never let go.”

  “Are those the cards you were dealt?”

  “They were, for most of my life. I never met anyone where I knew instantly that she was the one. Never anyone who could keep up with me, let alone share the same interests as me. Until recently.”

  “She must be an amazing woman,” I say. Shit, did he meet somebody?

  “An incredibly amazing young woman,” he says.

  That I want him is clearly written on my face. I’ve been fantasizing about him for the last three years. And by fantasizing I’m talking about daily sessions with the showerhead and sometimes a stress reliever with his picture before bed. Keeping what I’m doing a secret from my roommate in my tiny dorm takes incredible effort. Almost as much effort as not jumping on his lap right now and grinding on his cock, reminding him that neither one of us has lost that lovin’ feeling despite our individual struggles with the rest of the opposite sex. But it was never about the rest of the opposite sex. It was only about each other. You can have all the rest of the men in the world. I only want Ryker. And it was becoming clear that he only wants me.

  “She must be a very, very lucky…young woman,” I say.

  “As luck as I am,” he says.

  “Who is she?”

  “That’s the $64,000 question, isn’t it?”

  “If only I had $64,000.”

  “If only,” he says.

  His smirk cuts the tension and I slap him on the arm. I leave my arm touching his, slowly massaging his massive forearm. “Can’t you tell me?” He can see that I already know but I still want to hear it from him. To hear him say.

  My gaze drifts and I can see his erection straining in his pants. “Tell me who she is,” I say. It’s high seventies outside, but the temperature at our table is boiling. I feel my panties moisten, waiting in anticipation for him to say my name.

  I’ve never been so turned on. Not all those nights in my bed thinking about him. Not the hours spent running up our water bill. Taking showers until there was no hot water left. Not even since the first moment I saw him when my body told me he was the sexiest man I had ever seen. When I felt all the heat of his presence directly in my panties, but was quickly deflated when I knew he’d never be with a girl like me. Someone so young and inexperienced, and his best friend’s daughter to boot.

  But I was wrong. It’s never felt so right to be so wrong. “Tell me, Ryker. Mr. Bell.”

  Suddenly his forearm rolls over and his hand wraps around my forearm. I breathe out hard at his alpha response, and inhale even harder when he says what I’ve been waiting to hear since the moment I first saw him.

  “You,” he says. “You’re the only one for me.”

  I lean forward coming out of my chair and into his lap. My lips crash into his while his hands slide up my back and through my hair, coming to a stop on the back of my head. I can feel the firm pressure in his fingertips. My mouth opens and our tongues are fucking as quickly as my hips are swaying, grinding on his cock.

  “Ryker…oh my God. I’ve been waiting on this forever. You w
ouldn’t even know.”

  “I do know because I’ve been waiting on it too. But not here. This isn’t the time or the place.” He growls it more than he speaks it. I’m not sure if he’s mad at me for starting this or that he can’t finish it immediately. To release all of the pent up energy that’s inside both of us. The electricity that’s running through my veins, and as I can feel from his touch, also his.

  His hands drop to my lower back, tantalizingly close to my ass. I want him to squeeze it and spank it and knead it, but he doesn’t. Not in front of all his friends and the whole wide world.

  “Stand up and take my hand. Don’t turn around, just follow me.”

  “Okay,” I say. My mind fills with thoughts of blowing him in the bathroom. While most girls fumble through their first blowjob in high school or in the college dorms, mine is going to be with my ultimate man, in the perfect setting, and dirty as hell. I can’t wait.

  We get inside and the barman refuses to let Ryker pay. He calls us a cab and we exit quickly as it pulls up to the curb. So much for a bathroom blow job.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask.

  “Everything is perfect.”

  “Why did we leave like that?”

  “Two paparazzi were across the street snapping pics of us.”

  “Paparazzi?”

  “Yes. We don’t need to be in the papers, especially right before this event.”

  “But won’t it bring attention to the event?”

  “Not the kind I want. Whoever said there’s no such thing as bad publicity didn’t have a reputation to uphold.”

  I feel the energy fall out of my body. My grip on Ryker’s hand softens. He recognizes my disappointment.

  “Darling, it’s nothing to do with you. I’d gladly stand on the mountain top and yell to the world you’re my girl. I’m proud to have you by my side.”

  My girl?

  “There are some things that will be said at that conference that are very important. The focus has to be on those words. There’s months of planning at stake there.”

  “Oh.”

  “And of course one other little problem?”

  “What’s that?”

  “You’re my best friend’s daughter.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Aria

  R yker is kissing me before the door to his hotel room closes. His kisses are slow and deep. He’s savoring me and it’s turning me on.

  Our bodies are against the wall. I reach down and grab his cock, wanting to feel him inside me. I’m feeling the alcohol and the courage is pushing me to speed things along. Ryker takes my hand and brings it up between our faces.

  “Not so fast, beautiful,” he says with all the confidence in the world. I can’t go fast enough and he’s seeming to make time stand still. He pushes my hands against the wall above my head. “This means a lot more than just releasing a lot of pent-up sexual desires.”

  “But I need to release those desires.” I try to slide my way out of his grip, but I can’t budge an inch. I want my hands back on his cock desperately, but he’s determined to make me wait. It’s clear he’s going to get whatever he wants, no matter how fast or how slow. I feel my panties get wet at the thought of him being in total control, consumed by his power.

  “Good things come to those who wait,” he says. “There’s a lot of pleasure to be had in the work up. In the anticipation.”

  He’s right, but I still want him to rip my clothes off and take me right now. After three years of waiting for this moment, and now being so close, I’m going to go with what he says. No way I want to lose what I’ve finally come so close to getting. And it’s not like I’m about to overpower him anytime soon anyways. But still, my patience is wearing thin. I got an entire handful in my grasp and it was clear that there was still a lot more to be had.

  He slowly moves sideways causing me to move with him, my hands still above my head. He reaches the horizontal coat rack and places my wrists over the bar. Without breaking eye contact he reaches down with his hands and pulls his shirt up and over his head. He uses his shirt to tie my hands to the rack, never taking his eyes off mine.

  His lips travel down my neck and across my collarbone. His hand runs up my side all the way to my jawline tracing its edges. He continues kissing my body, his lips moving lower to the top of my tank top.

  “I hope you brought a change of clothes,” he says as he reaches both hands up to my chest, grabbing the fabric and ripping it open. His hand cups my breast, while the other reaches around and unhooks my bra. “You’re going to scream so loud reception will call and ask if everything is okay.” His voice is gravely and full of desire.

  My mind is spinning. It has little to do with the alcohol and a lot more to do with knowing he is in total control of me and what happens next. I’ve never trusted a man with total control, but then again I’ve never been tied to a coat rack in a hotel either. I know this is going to be an experience I’ll not only remember, but feel, forever.

  He pauses, taking in the sight of me. With his left hand he reaches over and opens the bathroom door. A full length mirror greats me, showing me just how I look. Damn, how did I get to this point and why did it take so long. I feel his thumb and forefinger on my chin as he turns my face towards his.

  “Look at me,” he says. There will be plenty of time to look in the mirror.

  I look at him and just as quickly he’s gone, his mouth crashing down onto my breast while his hand teases the other. He’s teasing my nipple, rolling it around inside his mouth. His other hand drops and unbuttons my pants allowing his hand to slide underneath my panties. I feel his hand brush over my pussy and I exhale hard.

  He hears me and his kisses quickly make their way down my stomach and to my panty line. He drops to a knee and in one motion grabs the sides of my pants and panties and rips them down to my ankles. A cool breeze greets my pussy. Goose bumps overtake my entire body. A few from the chill, but most from the anticipation. He lifts each foot as I step out of my clothes. I look down in time to see his eyes are locked on my midsection, never wavering.

  “Your pussy is a work of art,” he says.

  I hear him, but I can’t respond. The view of his shoulders from above blows my mind. He’s got boulders for shoulders and his neck muscles are as thick as tree trunks.

  Suddenly his hands shoot forward between my legs and without hesitation he stands. I’m fully horizontal and I can feel his breath on my pussy. I grab the shirt that’s binding my wrists and feel a hand slide up underneath my back, supporting my weight. I’m not sure if I’m on cloud nine or I’m falling to earth, but once I feel his tongue touch my folds I feel weightless.

  I’m dripping in his face as his tongue rolls circles around my clit. He’s gently sucking it in and releasing it before flicking it and swirling it in circles and figure eights. I can feel his stubble against the inside of my thighs. It feels just like I imagined, only better. My back arches and I’m stuck between trying to hold back the biggest orgasm of my life or fully submitting my body to him. It quickly becomes apparent that I have no choice in the matter as I shudder and cum in his face.

  “Fuck, Ryker.” My clit is hot and throbbing as he gently lets my feet down to the ground. I feel my pussy still clenching for his cock, but finding nothing to grab ahold of.

  “You liked that.” He reaches up with one hand and works on the knot while his other hand works on me. As soon as I feel my hands free they’re on his belt, unbuckling and pulling it out of the way.

  I’ve imagined having him in my mouth more times than I can count and I’m beyond frustrated that he’s not already there. I unbutton his fly and jerk his pants down. His dick flips out of his pants slapping me right in the mouth. Right where it’s meant to be. I immediately wrap two hands around it and slide the tip onto my mouth. My tongue tracing along his deep purple head and my hands stroking his shaft.

  I feel his body bending and then his hands are underneath my arms lifting me to my feet. “You’ll get plenty of t
ime to do take my dick in your mouth, but tonight I’m going to own your pussy.”

  His two hands shoot me in the air and suddenly he’s cradling me, carrying me to the bed. He reaches down and rips off the comforter before tossing me in its place. I bounce on the bed and catch myself, leaning up on my forearms, legs spread. My pussy is still glistening and his eyes are locked onto the sight.

  He reaches down removing the rest of his clothes and boots and slides onto the bed. His hand is in my hair and he’s kissing me just as he slides a finger in with his other.

  “You’re so wet,” he says, removing his finger and bringing it in front of his face. He slides it into his mouth slowly. “And so delicious,” he says as he slides it out. His hand is back in-between my legs, but this time it’s two fingers and not one, with his thumb working my clit.