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  Moaning, she gripped him tightly at the back of his shoulders and spoke with desperation in her voice. “Oh god that felt so good… I need you. I need you now.”

  He grinned as she pushed him back into the chair and worked his pants open, gasping at the size of his considerable erection. He chuckled softly, watching her as she stroked it with her fingers. Most women were excited and surprised when they saw his groin, not expecting what he had been gifted with in juxtaposition to his lean body.

  Kneeling down before him, she took him in her mouth and ran her lips over the length of him, tracing the lines and circles and curves with the stiff tip of her tongue. She sucked and licked, and drew him as far into her mouth and down her throat as she could manage, though she wasn’t able to get all of him in. He watched her and felt his whole body tighten with need and desire as she sucked harder at him. Reaching his hands down, he slid them into her blouse and under the edge of her bra. He began to fondle her breasts and nipples and she leaned into his hand, pushing herself against it. His need grew too great.

  “Get up.” He told her, somewhat regretful at pulling himself from her talented mouth, but he wanted more; much more. “Come here.”

  Her breath grew ragged and he reached for her, squeezing his hands tightly on her thighs before pushing her skirt up around her hips and pulling her panties off her, dropping them on the ground. He slid his fingertips over the core of her, teasing her with them as he rubbed firmly and slipped them in and out of her a few times. She was wet and growing wetter as he played with her.

  She groaned and pleaded with him. “I want you! I need you right now, please don’t make me wait! I want it! I want you!”

  “Oh, you’re going to get me,” he intoned deeply, “I’m going to give you everything you want. I just want to make you need it like you never have before I give it to you.” He shifted his fingers up inside of her, delving them in swiftly and nimbly, making her moan loudly as she gripped his arms tightly. She was nearly in a frenzy of desire and need when he finally relented.

  She pleaded even more with him to take her, and in the space of what seemed an instant, he had a condom on and was ready for her.

  “Come here.” He spoke gruffly as he pulled her onto his lap. He took no time, stood on no ceremony, and didn’t hesitate a second. The moment she was above him, he thrust the hardness of himself into her, filling all of her as she cried out. He clamped his hands over her hips and began to rock her back and forth over his body, shoving himself fully into her depths. She moved with him and began to ride him harder and faster, her cries getting louder as their cadence quickened.

  Reaching his hands up to her partially opened blouse, he pulled the last few buttons apart and pushed it off her, taking her bra off right after it, tossing both to the floor. Grasping her breasts tightly in his hands, he filled his mouth with their flesh, biting and sucking hard at her nipples while intermittently lifting his head to do the same to her mouth as he kissed her.

  Her body trembled and she came hard, clinging to him as they moved, and moments later she came again. Her hands held tight at the back of his neck while she twisted her fingers in the locks of his black hair, writhing her body over his even faster as the flames between them became a bonfire. She had another orgasm and nearly lost her breath as she shook from the sheer pleasure of it. He began to groan and she gazed down at him as she moved.

  “I want to cum in your mouth.” He told her, reaching for her hips and squeezing them hard as they rocked. “Let me do it baby, let me cum in your mouth.” He bit at her nipple again, groaning. She laughed and grinned at him.

  “Sounds so good.” She managed to say between shallow breaths. She pushed herself off of his groin and nestled down on the floor between his legs, taking as much of his erection into her mouth as she could. She rubbed her fingertips over the base of him, stroking him hard and fast as she sucked at him. He began to thrust himself into her mouth, pumping faster as his body tensed. Reaching his hands back behind her head, he knotted his hands in her hair and began to cry out loudly, as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

  His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave and he came hard, shouting as he did so, pulling her mouth down further over him as she drank him in. “God baby, that’s so good!” he called out.

  There was a loud bang and they both jumped. He looked over first and his jaw fell open when he saw that the double doors had been thrown wide open. Standing before them was Senator Franklin Hargrove and a man who looked to be his assistant, with several members of the press immediately behind and beside them.

  Flashes were going off in an instant, before Ellen even knew what was going on. She lifted her mouth from his hard on and wiped her hand across her chin, staring up at her husband and the members of his staff and the press. Realizing she was bare breasted, she scooted across the floor away from Ryder, reaching for her bra and blouse, and looking about for her panties and her shoes.

  Senator Hargrove growled in rage and rushed at Ryder as Ryder jumped up from the chair and pulled his briefs up, making a quick attempt at closing his pants before the old man reached him, shoving him backward. The press was hot on the old man’s heels.

  Ellen screamed and Senator Hargrove reached his fist back behind him and sent it sailing through the air toward Ryder, landing it squarely on the younger man’s jaw, hitting him twice before Ryder wrestled the old man to the ground and landed a few punches of his own in the Senator’s gut and one to the face before standing up and backing away.

  It was then that he closed his pants and looked around as the cameras kept flashing and Ellen screamed on and on. Senator Hargrove’s assistants rushed to him and hovered over him, worrying about him as he tried to get back up, vowing to beat the hell out of Ryder as Ryder rubbed his sore jaw and turned, shoving his way through the throng of people out of the room.

  Chapter2

  The Carrington mansion sprawled over a considerable swath of carefully manicured land on three sides and backed up to a gently sloping hill that reached down to a beach, a dock and boathouse, and the Atlantic Ocean. The estate was one of the largest on Long Island, and easily the most beautiful.

  All of the Carringtons lived there in the mansion. Carter Carrington, the patriarch of the family, had traveled for work often but had slowed much of his business dealings down as his years began to advance, and he spent more time at the home than he had in years past.

  Pierce, the eldest of the three Carrington brothers, had a wing of the home to himself but spent much of his time in the city at his apartment on Fifth Avenue, working night and day as he took over the helm of the business that his father had worked so hard to build up over a lifetime. It was paramount to him that the legacy continue, and he was more than willing to take on the task and the role as the head of the family when the time came.

  Lucas, the second-born son, was also in and out of the house, but he had a balance in his life between work and play, and he spent time in his wing and with his family when he could.

  The two youngest of the Carrington family were twins Camilla and Ryder Carrington. They could not have been more different in every way, and they could not have been closer to one another. She was petite; having a slender form with feminine curves. Her hair was golden blonde and set about her shoulders in large curls. Her brother Ryder had pitch black hair and was a head taller than her, and where he was every bit the wild son, she was the angelic daughter. The only similarity in their looks was their eyes. Both of them had captivating crystalline blue eyes.

  Camilla and her older siblings were not in the house the morning after Ryder’s incident with Ellen Hargrove at the hotel in Manhattan. Ryder was grateful to be alone. He sat quietly in the breakfast nook of the kitchen, nursing a large Bloody Mary and a fat lip that had developed after the senator had punched him in the jaw. He sipped at his drink through a straw and leaned back against the bench cushion where he was sitting, slouching slightly, his shoulders slumped down on the sides.

  He’d made wha
t seemed to be endless mistakes, but he knew that this one would be one of his worst in the laundry list of youthful careless sin he’d indulged in since he was a teenager. The swinging kitchen door banged open and Carter Carrington strode through it with a rapid step and a fierce look on his aged face. The normally pale skin under his carefully combed white hair was a shade of red that indicated to Ryder at a glance that the devil was coming and hell was right behind him.

  Ryder looked up to a degree, but did not meet his father’s furious glare. Instead he stayed where he was. He didn’t feel like standing or even sitting up straight. His father stopped beside the table and threw down three newspapers, landing them sharply on the tabletop with a bang that made Ryder wince slightly.

  With a glance, Ryder felt his stomach knot as he took in the images on the pages of the newspapers. There in full color were photos of him laying back in the chair with Ellen’s face buried over his groin, her bare back to the camera. The illicit images were blurred somewhat just over the truly sensitive areas, but it was still painfully clear enough to see exactly what was going on and who was involved in it. There were images of her backing away from Hargrove on the floor, still mostly bare bodied, with Ryder pulling his pants together. There were photographs of Hargrove hitting him and them crashing to the floor. There were stills of the fight they’d had, and of Hargrove’s face contorted in rage as Ryder left the room. It looked as bad as it had been to be there and be involved in it.

  “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing having illicit relations with a married woman? Especially in a public place like that hotel?” Carter demanded with a scorching tone.

  Ryder sat still and silent. He shifted his eyes to his Bloody Mary and touched his fingers to the cold sides of the glass, feeling the rivulets of condensation that made their way down the side of it.

  “Not only did you humiliate yourself, you have dragged our family name through the filth, and now everyone in the media world is after this disgusting story. To make matters worse, not only did you have sex with a married woman, you committed adultery with the wife of a friend of mine! You know damn good and well that Senator Franklin Hargrove is a friend of mine! This family has supported him in his political career for two decades! How could you do this to the family? How could you do it to me? I’ve sacrificed everything for you all of your life, and this is how you repay me!” His father’s anger was growing and there was a deafening thunder to his voice.

  Ryder furrowed his brow and looked up at his father defiantly. “I wasn’t the only one in that situation, you know. It was mutual.” He stood up and stared his father directly in the eyes. “Yeah, she’s married, and yes, I knew it. I even knew whose wife she was, and that just made her all the more appealing to me because it was a dig at you to screw your friend’s wife. Don’t you stand there and act like I was the only one to blame. She hit on me first, she wanted it first, and I decided to give her what she wanted. Franklin Hargrove has a wreck of a marriage, and it was trashed before I ever came on the scene, so don’t lay all of this on me.” He snapped back hotly.

  Carter gritted his teeth and his voice dropped to a low and menacing tone. “It was more than just your trashy, lurid tryst with her, you got into a fist fight with Senator Hargrove! A fist fight! Like you were in a common bar brawl! What in the hell did you think you were doing?”

  Ryder’s head was pounding, and so was his lip. His father’s words came at him like lashes from a whip, but they didn’t hit him, at least not in the way his father had intended. There was no guilt, nor remorse. He only grew more bitter and resentful.

  Lifting his chin, he spoke coldly. “I don’t care what’s in the press. I don’t care what happens to your precious family name. I don’t care that I got into a fight with him or that I screwed her. I screwed her on purpose because I knew exactly who she was and she wanted it. She wanted it bad. I had sex with her because I knew if you ever found out it would piss you off, and I love that it did. Hargrove isn’t a friend of yours, he’s just someone with power in the government who you like to have on your side. He’s a business associate; just someone you give money to. Look how much more you care about him and your precious reputation than you care about your own son.”

  “You’re wrong!” Carter shot back at him. “You’re wrong and you’re reckless! I’ve had it with you and your wild, untamed ways! I’ve had it with your irresponsible behavior and your careless selfishness. You don’t care about anyone else. You don’t even care about yourself! You aren’t concerned with anything that you should be! Not your family, not your family name or our businesses, and certainly not your own future, which is the most vital part of it all!”

  Ryder narrowed his eyes and growled at his father. “Don’t kid yourself, father. The family name is all you really care about.” He turned and began to walk toward the kitchen door that Carter had come through.

  Carter’s hand shot out like an arrow from a bow and he clamped his hand around Ryder’s muscled arm. His eyes were like icy steel as he glared at his son.

  “I have spent nearly my whole life working hard to build up the massive fortune that this family has, and if you don’t start acting like your older brother Pierce and taking it seriously, you’re going to lose your entire inheritance. You might not realize it, but that inheritance is at a billion dollars right now. Just for you; a billion. Your siblings all have that same inheritance coming as well, but yours is the only one in jeopardy! Are you willing to throw away your home, your birthright, and a billion dollars for the rash and impulsive lifestyle you’ve been living?” It was crystal clear by the look on Carter’s face that he meant every word of what he was saying.

  For the fraction of a moment, fear and panic shot through every vein in Ryder’s body and he felt his heart skip a few beats. Flashes of his life in their family mansion faded to images of him alone and penniless on a street somewhere in Manhattan. The mental images left almost as quickly as they had come. His father was bluffing. He had to be. There was no way that he would send one of his own children out into the world with nothing, cutting him off completely.

  “Don’t try to threaten me like that. You’d never do that. We mean too much to you for you to ever to do something so drastic.” Ryder turned to leave again, but his father pulled him back.

  Carter’s face was deadpan. “You’re right, you do mean everything to me, and that’s precisely why I will do it. I promise you, on my word, you will be out of the house, out of your inheritance, and out of this family if you do not get married and settle down with a wife within three months. I’ve had all that I’m willing to take from you, and this stunt with the senator’s wife is the last straw.

  You have reached the end of my lenience and forgiveness. You’ve reached the end of my patience. You are finished. I don’t believe that anything but a wife will settle you and stop you from this rampant path of self-destruction that you are on, so that’s the contingency. You must get married within three months and settle down, or it’s all gone, and so are you.”

  Ryder’s heart nearly stopped in his chest as he stared at his father. “You’re serious…” he trailed off realizing the truth of his own words.

  “Yes, I’m dead serious.” Carter answered him coolly. “Three months from today.” He let go of Ryder then and turned away from him, walking out of the kitchen without another word or a second glance. He had said it, and it was done, and Ryder knew with every fiber of his being that his father had meant it. He was going to have three months to get married or he was going to be gone.

  He stood stock still, staring at the door his father had just walked out of. The only thing he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears, and the only thing he could feel was an electric tingle moving through his body, stiffening him in place.

  The door on the other side of the room opened quietly and soft footsteps caught his attention. He turned, awakened from his reverie and looked over at the blonde goddess standing near him. Camilla’s face was twisted in worry an
d fear. She went to him and took his hands in hers as tears began to fill her blue eyes.

  “Ryder!” She pleaded in a soft voice, “I heard what father said. I was coming in to talk to you and heard him in here with you. Forgive me, but I listened at the door. Please, Ryder, you have to listen to him!”

  He shook his head in frustration. “I’m not going to listen to him! There’s no way! He’s threatening to kick me out of this family if I don’t bend to his will and live my life the way that he thinks I should, according to his guidelines and his rules. Well, it’s my life and I don’t care what he says, and I don’t care what he does. If he wants to kick me out, then fine. He can. It’s my life, and I’m going to live it the way that I want to, no matter what anyone else tells me, and no matter what it costs me.”

  Ryder gave her hands a squeeze as the tears in her eyes rolled down her cheeks. “I know I’m not going to lose you, no matter what. I know you’ll never forsake me, no matter if I live by his rules or not.”

  She shook her head and began to weep. “No, you can’t! You can’t leave! I couldn’t bear to live here without you. You can’t leave me! Please, find some way to fix this with him and stay with me! You know I’ll always be there for you, but I can’t let you just get kicked out of the family and lose your inheritance and move away from here! Ryder, we’ve never been apart! You can’t let him do this to us. Please, just listen to him! Do what he’s telling you to do! You’re the most important person in the world to me, and I’d be devastated if you left!”