Free Ryder: Hitman Mafia Romance by Lexi Cross Page A

He moaned loudly and pushed in as she came.
     
    It was such a different orgasm, she didn’t expect the sensation. It made her shake all over. She never in a million years would have thought she would be the type of girl to have anal sex, let alone enjoy it.
     
    Ryder pulled out very slowly until he was free from her. She let out a long breath.
     
    “Holy fuck,” she said.
     
    He chuckled. “Yeah?”
     
    “Yeah. I had no idea.”
     
    He kissed her cheek, then disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the water running, and he returned shortly after.
     
    He slid into bed beside her and pulled her close to him, spooning against her. “What do you think?” he whispered. “Had enough for one night?”
     
    She nodded. She could barely keep her eyes open now. “I don’t think I’d make it through another orgasm that intense. It might actually make me go insane.”
     
    “Mmm.” He ran his hands along her arm. “That was so good.”
     
    “Was it?” she asked. “I know it was good for me, but I thought you’d have more experience.”
     
    “Maybe, but it was good for sure. You’re so damn hot. You make me hard just looking at you from across the room. I’m not sure what will happen now. Now that I know exactly how good of a fuck you really are, I may not be able to stop having you.”
     
    “I’m okay with that.”
     
    “We have to be careful, though. Your father will be mad at you if he finds out, but he’ll kill me.”
     
    “I know. I won’t tell anyone. It would really suck if you were killed now. I’d like to have sex with you for a while first.”
     
    He laughed. “Good. I’d like to have sex with you for a while, too.”
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
    The morning light came in through the windows. Ryder opened his eyes and sat up. He couldn’t be caught in her room. There were too many servants and other eyes to see him and report back to Matteo. Or Matteo himself could find him there. No matter which way it went down, if Matteo saw him, he’d be dead.
     
    He carefully untangled his legs from Pia’s. He slid his arm back from under her head and removed his arm from around her waist. He paused to make sure she hadn’t woken from his movements, then slid off the bed. He pulled on his clothing from where it’d been so carelessly tossed the night before, and he crept to the door.
     
    What he really needed right now was his surveillance equipment. He needed to see the hallway and know who might there to see him leave her room. But there was nothing like that in here. He turned the knob slowly, pushed the door open just a crack, and looked out.
     
    The hall looked clear from this side, but he couldn’t see the other way. He stuck his head out farther, looked the opposite way down the hall, and when he saw it, too, was clear, he dashed from her room and into his own.
     
    There, he checked over all the cameras to who was where. He didn’t see Matteo, which was a good sign. It was early, but Matteo tended to rise early. He might already be off for the day, doing mob business. The housekeeper was scrubbing one of the bathrooms, and her assistant dusted the den, the gardener and landscaper were both outside, the stable boy was with the horses, the pool guy at the pool, and the chef didn’t come in until later. Everyone seemed to be in their proper places.
     
    He showered and dressed, then headed downstairs to get something to eat. In the kitchen, he took out a bowl and a box of cereal. He’d down a quick breakfast before Pia would be up. Then he could sit and watch outside her room while she got ready for work.
     
    He sat at the table with his cereal, eating slowly and thinking about the previous night. Man, had she been incredible. He’d never have thought she could be like that. But the way she moaned and thrashed about under his touch, the way she kept wanting him. He’d wanted her before, and now that he’d had her, he couldn’t get enough. Just picturing her body, remembering