TIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE CEO

JANICE.I barely had time to take a breath before Ryder Ambrose's lips claimed mine. I gave a soft mew as heat poured through my body. His mouth was demanding but also convincing, teasing me, melting me into him. I parted my lips, inviting him in, and he deepened the kiss, his large hand wrapping around the nape of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.My body was wanton and weightless in his arms. When he pulled back, just far enough to rain kisses along my jawline, my breath caught. Then his mouth found that vulnerable spot on my neck, and I let out a sharp gasp, my head tipping reflexively to allow him better access."Ryder…" I whispered, my fingers grasping the fabric of his starched dress shirt.A low growl rumbled in his chest as his tongue glided across my pulse, suckling softly. His hands drifted lower, curving around my hips and pulling me against him, grinding my soft curves into the hard planes of his body. The friction sent a wave of need coursing through my veins, leaving me dazed and hungry.Then his hands found the zipper of my dress. He paused. His forehead rested against mine, his breath coming unevenly."Are you sure you want this?" His voice was raspy, his usual commanding voice tempered by self-control.I nodded, my mind cloudy. I wanted him, needed him in a way I couldn't start to explain.But Ryder would not settle for a nod. His fingers grazed her my, lifting my face to his blazing stare. "I need words, Janice.""Yes," I whispered, then licked my lips, my voice audible this time. "Yes, sir."A shadow of something passed over in his eyes. Heat. Possession. His jaw tightened for a fraction of a second before he unzipped my dress deftly. It dropped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but lacy lingerie.The moment his eyes swept over me hungrily, my composure abandoned me. I wrapped my arms around my middle, exposed to the heat of his gaze."Don't," he said, his voice authoritative as he caught my wrists before I could cover myself. His touch was gentle, but his voice was firm. "Don't hide from me. You are beautiful." My face burned, but something in the way he looked at me—as if I were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen—defeated my resistance, and I dropped my arms to my sides.His hands worked fast, undoing buttons on his shirt and exposing smooth, bronzed flesh stretched tight over hard muscle. Then he yanked off his belt, undid his dress pants, and let them fall, so that he was left in nothing but dark boxer briefs that did little to hide the large tent pitched which showed just how much he wanted me.I barely had time to admire him—to drink in the sharp planes of his abs, the sculpted perfection of his physique—before he suddenly lifted me off the floor as if I weighed nothing. My lips parted in a surprised gasp, but I instinctively wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, my arms going around his neck.Our lips met again, hungry, desperate, as he carried me into the bedroom. He placed me on the bed, his body over mine, his warmth searing through my skin. Ryder's palm traced down my thigh before he drew my leg over his shoulder. His searing eyes held mine, dark and wild."When you cry out tonight," he breathed, lips brushing against my skin, "cry out my name. Do you hear me, Janice?"My heart pounded. A shiver of anticipation coursed through me, settling low in my belly. I bit my lip, then released an uneven breath, meeting his searing need with my own. "Yes, sir."His eyes grew hooded at my words, and then—without warning—he dove between my legs.My head snapped back against the pillow, a broken cry ripping from my lips as he unraveled her, piece by piece, touch by touch, until nothing remained of me but pure, raw pleasure.As the night went on, I saw a glimpse of heaven. Paradise. Oblivion.All at the hands of Ryder Ambrose. Ryder Ambrose—my boss. God, I was so screwed.