Free All Of You (Only You) by Rhian Cahill Page B

exhaustion.
    For weeks she'd been having the best sex of her life. Ryan had proven to be an insatiable lover, and if she were honest she'd have to admit to feeling the same where the young stud was concerned. She couldn't get enough of him. His touch. His smell. His body. His cock. Claire licked her dry lips. Her pussy fluttered with the memory of having Ryan's thick shaft buried inside her.
    A groan slipped from her throat. Claire shut her eyes and thumped her head back against her chair. They hadn't spent one night apart in all those days. Not that all they did was have sex. No, they cooked dinner and talked. She was surprised to find they had a lot in common. If he were older she'd grab hold of him and never let him go. But that was the crux of her problem. He was so young, had his whole life ahead of him, and she was selfishly keeping him hidden away.
    She hadn't pushed to spend time with him, though. More often than not he was waiting for her when she got home. The man cooked like a five star chef. If she wasn't captivated by his body and mind, she'd be equally ensnared by the delicious meals he made. Her taste buds tingled and her mouth watered just thinking about the decadent delights Ryan placed in front of her every night.
    He'd fit into her life with ease. They usually ate at his place before either staying there the night or heading over to her place if she needed to do something at home, like their washing. Ryan still hadn't fixed his machine, but then his clothes had somehow found their way into her hamper and vice versa, and it seemed silly to separate them. In a short time she found more than their clothes inseparable. She found herself thinking of him when something good at work happened. A couple of times she'd even picked up the phone to ring him.
    She was in trouble. Big trouble.
    The man of her dreams had fallen into her lap, and she couldn't keep him. As much as she hated to do it, Claire needed to end their relationship now, before she got in any deeper. She was already in enough to know it would hurt to let him go, and it wasn't just the loss of sex that would cut. Ryan was a great guy to hang out with. But he shouldn't be wasting his time with her. He should be out having fun, enjoying his younger years while waiting for the woman of his dreams to show up.
    Who was she trying to kid? She wanted out on her terms. He'd get sick of her sooner or later when something better and younger came along, and she'd rather not face that kind of rejection. No, best thing to do was take charge and break things off before he did.
    The phone behind her rang, and she swiveled her chair to reach for the receiver. She curled her fingers around the black plastic and brought it to her ear.
    "Hello. Claire Jones."
    "Hey, gorgeous, got time to have lunch with me?" The sound of Ryan's voice sent shivers down her spine.
    "When? Now?" Claire glanced at the clock on her office wall. One fifteen.
    "Yep, now." There was some static on the line. "I'm in the lift, I might—" more static crackled in her ear and the line went dead.
    She pulled the phone away from her head and stared at it, the incessant beep of the disconnected signal still loud enough to hear. Claire laughed and shook her head. As if looking at the stupid thing would tell her what had happened. Placing it back on the cradle, she turned her chair to face her desk and willed the damn thing to ring again.
    The hum of the office air conditioner was the only noise and each vibration grated on Claire's nerves as she waited for Ryan to call back. Minutes ticked by, and the offending piece of technology refused to function. Sighing, she reached out, ready to punch in the number she knew by heart. Her fingers were millimeters from making contact when the red light flashed, and the screechy tone that signaled the receptionist in the front office was buzzing her sent Claire jumping out of her skin.
    Heart pounding, Claire snatched up the phone.
    "What?"
    "Um …Ms. Jones,