It's Just Business

but of Raven. Her smiles, her strength, her poise in the face of adversity, her intelligence, her willingness to sacrifice herself for me, her love. And in the same flashes of memory, I see my own growth, the way she’s cracked through the stone walls around my heart and I’ve let her in, giving her the deep, dark, ugly parts and trusting that she won’t run from them or from me. She makes me a better man, and she is a better woman than Olivia could’ve ever been.

Because she’s my Raven. There is no other. There could never be anyone like her. She was meant to be mine, and I was meant to be hers. I want her here. No, I need her here. If
marrying her is what she wants, I’ll do it. Because what I want is her.

“Marry me.”

“What?” she exclaims, lifting up once again. Her green eyes are wide and wild, but there’s the tiniest glimmer of hope hiding deep there. I can see it, can feel her excitement even as she doesn’t fully risk believing me.

“Raven, I love you,”

Unbidden, I say, “I love you.”

Her movements go jerky as she loses the rhythm. Her eyes pop open, pinning me for a split second as she realizes what I’ve said, and then she falls off the edge into bliss.

Her body quakes over me as she collapses down to kiss me desperately. Amid the kisses, she gasps, “I love you too.”

At her words, my cock gives one last twitch before I explode, my orgasm rocking through me.

My vision blacks out for a moment, and the only sound I hear is Raven crying out her own release, but as the orgasms fade away, we return, panting and spent. Raven collapses onto me, boneless, and I wrap my arms around her, smoothing her hair back from her face as we rearrange ourselves to lie together on the couch.

She rides my face, her arousal covering my mouth as her body trembles. I can feel her climbing, getting closer and closer to coming, and I double my efforts, needing to suffocate in her,
wanting to drown in her. Suddenly, she pitches forward, her breath whispering over my sensitive cock as she cries out, coming hard. And screaming my name. My name.

When the shudders subside the slightest bit, I use the opportunity of her momentary blissful distraction to free my arms. I grip her hips, pulling her to my mouth even tighter.

“Dylan,” she gasps.

“Mine,” I growl against her, flicking my tongue over her clit again. She’s barely come down and she can go again. I’ve done it to her before—one good orgasm turning into a second earth-shattering one if I work her back up quickly enough.

Her moan turns into a grunt as her hips buck, not pushing me away but chasing my tongue for more. I pull away for a split second to keep myself from coming.

I’m about to. From licking her, having her on my face, and her infrequent, glancing touches, I’m about to come. And she knows it. This is the power she has over me.

She wraps her finger and thumb around me again, squeezing tightly, and I hiss.

My toes are curled, digging into the leather, my abs are clenched, and my balls are pulled up tight to my body in preparation for the one thing I’m not ready to do. I need more of her.

I need her to come. Now. Because I can’t hold back. I can’t.

She shudders but stays steadfast in her
mission of driving me to madness. “Lie down on the couch,” she purrs, adding, “Sir,” when my bottom lip drops.

Nodding with a smirk, I make quick work of stretching out along the length of the couch and reach out for her, intending to guide her to my cock.

But she doesn’t do that. She moves up by my head, shocking me. “I’m going to sit on your face like it’s my throne, and you’re going to lick my pussy until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I say, wanting it to sound teasing, but it comes out as a strangled plea. Fuck. This woman does something to me. I am weak for her.

Raven throws a leg over me, kneeling on the couch with her knees at my sides and her feet near my shoulders. Her position pins my arms, making them useless to touch her but also making me unable to touch myself. Her pussy hovers just above my mouth. I can smell her arousal. Fuck, I can nearly taste it in the air between us. And her pretty pussy lips are glossy with it.

She teases me, lowering herself by millimeters while my tongue waits for her, desperately flicking at nothingness so that as soon as she’s close enough, I can touch her.

Finally, she lowers herself to my mouth, and I lick her, grateful for a taste of her heaven and moaning at the deliciousness. I lick her as if my life depends on it because she is my life. After so many times, I know what she enjoys most, and I nibble along her lips, press soft kisses over her clit, and finally, fuck her with my stiffened tongue.

“You’re not a guest. And I know you’re as much in need as I am.”

Instead, she sinks to the couch, sitting down in the middle of the cushions. She crosses her legs at the
knee and stretches her arms out along the back, the pose highlighting her tits, waist, and hips. But also… her smile.

“You look good on my couch,” I tell her, coming closer. My shirt falls to the floor, and I undo my belt first, the metal clanging loudly in the quiet room and then, the leather swooshing through the belt loops.

There’s a sparkle in her eyes as she glances at the belt in my hands, and her chest begins rising and falling faster. I fold it in half, letting the leather loop dangle at my side. “Something interesting, Darling?”

Her eyes lift to mine again. “Tonight was intoxicating. And for the first time, I felt like I belonged.”

“You do belong,” I assure her.

“Get that dress off or I’m going to tear it off,” I warn her, my breath coming in pants that have nothing to do with my frantic need to get Raven alone and everything to do with my tenuous hold on my ever-present desire for this woman.

I yank at my tie, needing it gone so I can breathe. I toss it… somewhere… and start stripping. First, my jacket, which I drop to the floor, not caring about designer labels or expensive fabrics. Then, the buttons on my shirt.

Meanwhile, I keep an eye on Raven who, rather than do what I said, is watching me as heat fills her green eyes.

“Darling.” My voice is a low rumble.

She spins, giving me her back as she struts her way to the living room. She’s enjoying this, I realize, and I groan, my cock twitching behind my zipper.

“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink, Mr. Sharpe?” she teases,

Dylan asks, wrapping his arm around my waist. Austin notes the move and laughs a little.

“Raven, I do hope you can keep your boy on a tight leash tonight. Don’t let him do anything stupid.”

“You trusted her?” I question sarcastically, and my tone is full of the shock and rage I feel.

He tilts his head, looking at me wryly. “I leveraged her,” he corrects. “It’s what I do.”

Throwing my arms wide, I huff, “That backfired, didn’t it?”

I’m panicking. My heart races faster and faster, thumping against my ribs. I can’t get enough oxygen, and there are black speckles at the edges of my vision. The reality is that my reputation isn’t worth a damn. All I will ever be known for is the fact that I slept with Dylan. I think I’m going to pass out…

Dylan is up and around his desk in a single second. At first, I pull away, but he presses. “Raven,” he says, “
please don’t do this.”

He brings me down onto my knees, gets behind me, and fills me with one deep, hard thrust. “Who do you belong to?” he growls, thrusting into me again. I gasp, my pleasure climbing higher and higher. “Who do you belong to, Raven?”

“Y–You.”

“Say,” Dylan says, emphasizing each word with a stroke into my quivering, clenching pussy, “It. Say. Who. You. Belong. To.”

“You!” I grunt, meeting his thrusts and pushing back into him. “I belong to you and only you!”

I try to meet him, but he’s a man possessed, his hips hammering hard against my ass. This is what I want, what I need—to be entirely consumed by him. My palms give way, and I’m chest down on the bed, my ass up in the air as he fucks me mercilessly.

My knees start to slide on the bed cover, but Dylan doesn’t let up. He savages me, groaning heavily into my ear until I’m lost in a sea of pleasure. I know I’m crying out. My throat burns as I scream his name over and over, begging him mindlessly to fuck me harder, to take me, to give me everything.

With a final hard thrust that pushes me flat onto the bed, we come together, Sending me into an oblivion of bliss. In the aftermath, he holds me, his strong arms
around my body and his lips buried in the curve of my neck, kissing me softly and keeping me totally protected as we roll onto our sides.

The feeling of his skin on mine makes everything electric, and I’m hyperaware of every shift he makes as he kisses along my neck and across my collarbones, his left hand stroking my spine and down to gently cup my ass.

He thrusts into me deeply, taking his time and teasing me all the while. His masculine scent adds to the addiction that he is.

“Harder,” I whimper, not wanting our lovemaking to be soft and sweet, but rather wanting him as he is, rough and leaving his mark on my body and my soul. In response, he squeezes, his fingers digging into my flesh and making me moan. I tip my nose against his, kissing his face and finding his lips as he rolls us until I’m on top of him, and Dylan smirks, seeming playful given everything we’ve just been through. “Why are you happy?” I ask. “I’m the one on top.”

“Mmm, but I know something, Darling,” he says, and suddenly, his right hand lifts and smacks me sharply on my ass. “You like it when I do this. And now I’ve got two hands free.”

I laugh, gasping as he spanks me again, and my hips roll in response.