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Playing Dirty

Chapter 40

Ch. 40 / 61 Dec 07, 2025

Soft, feathery kisses fluttered along Sam’s shoulders, causing goosebumps to pebble on the sweat dampened skin, pulling her from a pleasant after sex stupor. Ryan’s warm, hard body spooned hers from behind, an arm keeping her anchored to his body. She forced heavy eyelids open, nearly catatonic from the last orgasm he’d given her - her fifth in the space of a few hours.

“Awake?” His words were a sexy rumble issued from somewhere deep in his chest, hot breath caressing her ear and sending pleasurable shivers down her spine.

She let out a moan, arching into him, cheek grazing his stubbled jaw. “Mmm, barely.”

He cupped her chin, turning her head so he could capture her lower lip between his teeth, sucking the soft flesh into his warm mouth before giving her a slow, languid kiss. His erection, hard and ready nudged against her bottom and Sam’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Already?” They’d done it three times already, the last one less than fifteen minutes ago and he was already raring to go again? She narrowed her eyes at him in teasing suspicion. “Did someone take a little blue pill or something?”

“Tired?” Propping himself on an arm, Ryan raised an eyebrow, lips stretched in a smug smile even as his fingers traced a wicked path between her thighs, the smile widening when he found her wet and responsive to his touch.

Her breath quickened as he stoked the flames once more, sending waves of the most delicious pleasure shooting through every nerve, her legs opening wide to give him full access.

"Guess not," Ryan chuckled, eyes glinting in smug satisfaction as his gaze swept over her flushed skin, satisfaction giving way to hunger. He rose over her, his appreciative gaze sweeping over her as she lay panting softly underneath. “I can’t get enough of you, Sam.”

Hooking an arm around his neck, she leaned up and kissed him again, the kiss getting hotter and dirtier with every sweep of their tongues. Suddenly filled with a need to be in control this time, she settled her hands on his shoulders and pushed. Breaking the kiss, Ryan obliged and settled back against the pillows while Sam straddled him. She reached between them and gripped his shaft, guiding it to her, rubbing the smooth, blunt head over her slit, gasping in pleasure each time it brushed against the little nub. She met his eyes, dark and intense, jaw twitching from the effort of holding back while she played with him to her satisfaction.

Eager to taste him again, she leaned down and ran her tongue over his pecs, the salty manly essence of him filling her taste buds and driving her crazy. She jerked her hips faster, basically using his shaft to get herself off, head flung back, little ecstatic cries spilling past her lips.

Finally, when she was so close to the edge, she quickly helped him slide on protection and lowered herself fully onto him. Twin groans filled the room, as he slid into her wet heat, her body readily taking all of him, his fingers digging into her hips, drawing her down until she felt him fill every inch of her.

“You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, eyes closed and began rocking her hips as she set a slow, sweet pace, determined to take it slow this time. “I love the way your cock feels when it’s moving, god, I can feel you throbbing.” Her eyelids fluttered open and she met the dark intensity of his gaze, not missing the clenched jaw or the vein that stood out on his forehead from the effort of holding back. “You want to fuck me hard and fast again, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he punctuated his words with a hard thrust that nearly made her lose a grip on reality. “But, this one’s your show, Princess. Take me anyway you want.”

And she did, her movements gradually speeding up as she hurtled them to the edge of climax. Balancing her hands behind her on his thighs, she used the leverage to move, crying out when his shaft hit just the right spot.

“Oh yes, there...right there!” With a cry she went over the edge, head thrown back, toes curling from the force of her orgasm.

With a growl, Ryan gripped her hips and moved, turning them so she lay on her stomach, ass in the air. He positioned himself between her thighs and thrust back in, all tenderness gone as he pounded into her from behind. Still caught up in a high, Sam’s instincts took over, their movements falling into sync, moaning when he reached between her legs to touch her, another climax rapidly building with every stroke of his thumb on her pleasure nub, of his cock gliding within her. She reached her peak just he slammed into her one last time, his entire body rigid and quivering from the force of his release.

Boneless, Sam collapsed on the bed, barely aware of Ryan doing the same beside her. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close, their harsh breathing mingled, limbs entwined.

She thought she heard Ryan murmur something that sounded like 'I’m in trouble,' before sleep claimed her and she forgot all about it.

Over the next couple of days, one thing Sam hadn’t counted on while finally indulging in no strings sex with Ryan, was how damn difficult it would be to act normal at work.

It wasn’t due to any awkwardness, or regrets - those she would have been able to brush aside fairly quickly. No, the problem was maintaining a cool, professional veneer in front of their colleagues and especially their two highly observant assistants, while trying to keep their hands off each other.

By mutual agreement, they'd both decided to avoid hooking up in the office, since the risk of getting caught was way too high to justify a few moments of pleasure, but dear god, it was hard. Especially when he looked her way with those knowing eyes, catch her off guard with a look that promised yet another evening of steamy, toe curling sex.

The exact same look he was now giving her from across the conference table where the management staff were having a meeting. That look that sent heat straight between her thighs and made her lose track of the presentation Mabel Harris, the chief civil engineer was giving on one of their ongoing projects.

Of course, it didn't help that the woman kept using terms like 'steel erection' to describe the construction work; words that brought to mind images of a certain man's erection and the things it had done to her body.

Goodness! She squirmed in her seat, feigning interest in the contents of the tablet in front of her, hoping no one noticed the heightened color in her cheeks or the way her breaths came a little bit faster. One would think after spending the whole of yesterday evening entangled in raunchy sex, that her libido would be satisfied. But apparently not.

She risked a glance across the table to where Ryan sat, leaning against the chair in a lazy slouch, black tailored suit jacket unbuttoned to show a light blue shirt and grey tie, one hand idly tapping a fountain pen against a white legal pad while the other stroked his chin - the perfect image of an irresistibly gorgeous young bored executive. It struck Sam how every outfit he owned seemed to bring out his best qualities, be it faded workout clothes...or simple tan briefs that lovingly cupped a very impressive equipment.

Ryan's grey eyes were trained on her, desire flickering in their depths. Catching her gaze, a slow seductive smile spread across his lips and she felt herself flush, the room temperature suddenly rising by a few degrees.

Thankfully a quick glance at the twenty occupants showed everyone's attention seemed to be on Mabel, including Lola's who had recently taken to glaring at Sam every chance she got.

Picking up her phone, she typed a quick message.

Sam: Stop it.

His phone, which lay on the polished tabletop vibrated and he picked it up, his expression carefully neutral as he read the two words. Without looking her way, his fingers moved over the screen and a second later, his reply showed up on her screen.

Ryan: Stop what, Princess?

To allay suspicion she waited five minutes, eyes focused on the presentation before replying.

Sam: Don't play coy. You know what I mean.

Minutes passed, during which they both pretended to be listening before he responded.

Ryan: Can't help it. Blame steel erections and pipe drilling. We should get together later and discuss these drills while I show you my steel erection.