Freya.

I barely swallowed the last bite of dinner before Ryder was on me. The man didn’t even give my stomach a chance to settle. One second I was pushing my plate away, the next his strong arms hooked under my thighs and he lifted me clean off the dining chair like I weighed nothing. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and I could already feel the hard bulge of his cock pressing against my soaked pussy through his pants.

“Ryder…” I breathed, but the word turned into a hungry moan when his mouth crashed into mine.

We didn’t stop kissing the entire way upstairs. We moved through the...