Ryan Renewed: New York Ruthless: Book 5

I frown at the screen in front of me as the numbers start to merge into each other before my eyes. I’ve always done the books for our businesses. We have an accountant too, but I like to look over everything myself to make sure everything is in order. I know Shane is grateful for me having oversight too, because that suspicious fucker trusts other people to do a job even less than I do.

There have been some anomalies in our accounts recently. Payments not adding up to what they used to and a deposit going missing. It’s nothing too major and with an operation as big as ours, we have to allow some room for human error, but it still bugs me. And there is always the possibility that it’s part of something bigger.

I run my hands through my hair and lean back in my chair. I’ve been at this for three hours and my eyes need a break. Right on cue the door to my office opens and the best break in the goddamn world walks straight through it holding a plate of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Hey, big guy,” she says with a huge smile on her face as she kicks the door closed behind her and walks toward my desk.

Fuck, she’s like a sexy little bundle of sunshine. Shane took her out on a date last night and I missed her.

“Hey, Angel.” I hold out my hand to her and she sets the water and food on my desk before she laces her fingers through mine. I glance at the plate and my stomach growls. It’s one of Mikey’s famous Philly cheesesteak sandwiches.

“You’ve been holed up in here for hours and I thought you might be hungry?” She arches one eyebrow at me and I pull her onto my lap, lifting her so she is straddling me.

Running my nose along the column of her throat, I inhale her sweet, intoxicating scent. “I am hungry,” I growl and she giggles.

“I mean for food, Conor,” she says as she places her hands on the back of my neck.

I grab hold of her hips, pulling her closer to me until I can rub my cock against her pussy and it starts to harden instantly.

“You come in here wearing this tiny little summer dress and think that I don’t know what you’re really after?” I wink at her and her cheeks turn pink.

“It’s over eighty degrees outside. That’s why I’m wearing a summer dress. You need to eat.”

I grin at her as I slide my hand up her back until I can palm the back of her head and push her face close to mine. “Oh, I’m going to eat, Jessie. You can fucking count on it.”

“A man cannot survive on pussy alone,” she breathes.

“Your pussy is all the sustenance I need,” I chuckle and she rolls her hips over me as her breath catches in her throat.

“Conor!” She feigns her protest even as she’s grinding herself against me.

I slide my hand beneath her dress, feeling the supple smoothness of her skin as my hand runs up her thigh until I reach the edge of her panties. Sliding my hand beneath them, I cup her ass cheek and squeeze. “Tell me this is what you really came here for, Jessie,” I growl as I trail my lips over her neck. “Because I know if I put my fingers in you right now, you’d be dripping wet for me wouldn’t you?”

“Actually, I’ve got lots of work to do today,” she purrs. “I don’t have time to fool around with you.”

So she wants to play? “Is that so, Angel,” I hiss as I stand, pushing my laptop and the plate of food out of the way before lifting her onto the desk until I’m standing between her thighs. I reach for my belt and unbuckle it as she sits there chewing on her lip.

“You’re just going straight for it, big guy?” She looks down at my hands working fast to open my zipper next.

I narrow my eyes at her. She’s looking for an ass spanking and I might just give it to her. “You just said you don’t have time to fool around, but make no mistake you won’t be leaving this office until I’ve fucked you, so we might as well get on with it, right?”

She tilts her head to one side. “I suppose.”

“Just a quick fuck until I fill you with my cum and then you can go back to work,” I growl as I pull my cock out of my boxers with one hand as I tug her panties to the side with the other.

Then I wrap an arm around her waist as I pull her closer to me and drive deep inside her.

“Conor!” she hisses as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Fucking soaking,” I groan as her walls squeeze around me.

“You planning on coming in me before you eat me then?” she breathes as she rakes her nails down my back.

“Are you looking for a spanking, Jessie?” I groan.

“From you? Always,” she whispers in my ear.

“Tell me why you came down here?” I growl as I pull my head back and glare at her.

She flutters her eyelashes at me. “To bring you your lunch.”

“My lunch?”

“Hmm. But it is two courses,” she giggles.

I glance at the sandwich. “Two?”

“Hmm.” She leans forward and traces her lips along the skin of my neck. “Your first course is my pussy, obviously.”

“Obviously.” I smile at her.

“And I already finished my work for the day so I’m all yours,” she purrs.

“Already?” I frown at her. She was looking into the financials of an old rival of ours. I wanted to rule out their involvement in any of our recent business anomalies. I forget sometimes how incredible this woman is at her job.

“Yup.”

“So, why did you tell me you were too busy?” I growl. I tilt my head back as her soft tongue dances over my skin, making my cock twitch in her pussy.

“Because I wanted to make you mad at me so you’d bend me over this desk and spank me.”

“Fuck, Jessie!” My balls draw up into my stomach and I pull out of her before I blow my load.

I pull her off the desk and spin her around until she’s facing it. Her breathing comes harder and faster as she realizes I’m about to give her exactly what she wants.

Placing my hand between her shoulder blades, I push her down until her face is pressed against the desk. Her legs tremble as I pull her dress up over her hips and run my hands over her ass. “This ass is so fucking beautiful, Jessie. I don’t know whether to worship it or eat it.”

“Conor!” she pants as I reach the waistband of her panties and start to tug them off over her legs. I don’t have any more time for her teasing. I’m too damn hungry.

I slide off my belt, palming the buckle and wrapping half of the leather around my fist before I rub a hand over the soft skin of her ass.

She whimpers at my touch and it makes me smile as I draw my hand back before I bring the soft leather down over the plump flesh of her cheeks, making her groan in pleasure. I’m gentle the first few times as I build up to the level that we both thrive on, but nevertheless each strike with my belt leaves a satisfying pink stripe on her perfect ass.

“You look so good bent over my desk waiting for me to fuck you,” I growl as I land the next blow, harder this time.

“Please, Conor,” she begs me and she knows how much I love to hear her pleading for me. This woman makes me harder than titanium.

“You think you deserve to be fucked? Coming in her interrupting me while I’m working? Trying to make me mad enough to spank you?”

“Yes!” she gasps as I strike her again.

“Why do you love my belt so much, Angel?”

“Because you fuck me so good when you use it?” she groans and she’s right. Something about doing this to her makes me fuck her harder and for longer.

It took me a long time to let this side of myself loose with her, but now that I have, I live for the days when she’s like this. Begging me for a little hurt to go along with her pleasure. I still love to fuck her soft and slow too and she is the only woman to ever get that side of me, but this right here is so fucking hot. I swear I could come just watching her ass turn red and listening to her desperate whimpers for more.

When her ass is striped like a candy cane and she has taken enough, I drop to my knees, ready to worship at the altar of her dripping pussy and her perfect peach.

“Conor, please,” she moans as I push her thighs wider apart and spread her pussy lips with my thumbs to see her cum dripping from her. The smell of her sweet juices makes my cock throb painfully but I need to taste before I can fuck her.

I plant my hands on the back of her thighs and drag my tongue the length of her, from her clit to her delicious ass and she shudders, her thighs trembling in my hands.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted,” I growl as I go back for more, sucking and licking her, lapping at her cream as it dribbles from her opening.

“Conor!” she squeals as I push my thumb into her ass and start to fuck her slowly with it. A few seconds later, my girl is grinding on my face and coming all over my tongue and I lap her up like she’s my last meal.

While the tremors of her climax are still rippling through her body, I stand and grab hold of my cock, rock hard and weeping to be inside her. Grabbing her hips with my free hand, I drive into her wet heat and she moans loudly as she squeezes me. I lean over her, wrapping her hair around my fist and pulling her head back until my lips are dusting over the shell of her ear. “My belt makes your pussy taste so fucking sweet, Jessie,” I growl as I nail her to my desk, fucking her so hard that the bottle of water topples over and rolls onto the floor.

“Oh, fuck! Conor!” she hisses as she squeezes me tighter, pulling me deeper even as I can’t get any further inside.

“You gonna come on my cock now too?” I hiss.

“Uh-huh,” she breathes.

“That’s my good girl,” I hiss as her juices coat me and her walls milk my cock as I pull another orgasm from her. The sound of her moaning my name tips me over the edge and I drive into her one last time as I find my own release.

“Conor!” she groans as I pull out of her and our cum drips down her thighs.

“You’re so fucking hot, Angel!” I growl as I pull her up and spin her around to face me. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes glazed as she smiles at me.

“You’re pretty hot yourself, big guy,” she pants as she wraps her arms around my neck again and places a soft kiss on my throat. “Now where are my panties?”

“You’re not getting them back,” I chuckle.

“You’re getting to be worse than Mikey for stealing my panties.”

“I didn’t steal them. They were willingly given,” I remind her.

“Hmm,” she purrs, fluttering her eyelashes at me. “If you give them back to me, I’ll help you go over the accounts.”

“But you’re going to do that anyway, and it will be much more fun having you working in here with me if you’re not wearing any panties.”

“You’re a deviant,” she says with a wicked grin.

“Because you got me pussy-drunk.” I squeeze her ass and she squeals.

As she opens her mouth to give me a snappy comeback, we’re interrupted by a knock at the door. I straighten her dress but I keep my arms around her waist as she turns to face the door.

“Come in,” I bark, annoyed at being disturbed when I’m alone with her.

A second later, our head of security for the club, Chester, pops his head into the room. “Sorry, Boss,” he says with a wince as he realizes he’s interrupted us. “But someone is here to see you.”

“Tell them to make an appointment with my secretary,” I snap and she shivers in my arms. Chester shakes his head in frustration. I don’t have a secretary.

“Actually, it’s not you he’s here to see,” Chester goes on. “I was talking to Jessie.”

My arms tighten instinctively around her. She rarely has visitors and the few she’s had in the past have always led to trouble.

“Who the fuck is it?” I snarl before Jessie has a chance to speak.

“I don’t know, but he asked for Jessica Ivanov,” Chester replies and my blood freezes in my veins. Nothing good has ever come from hearing that name. We buried Jessica Ivanov and her entire legacy over twelve months ago. Nobody has called her by that name since.

“Fuck!” I hiss, anger rumbling through my chest as I pull her closer.

“What does he look like?” she asks.

“Just a kid. Maybe twenty-one. Looks young enough to be carded if he tried to get in here while the place was open for business.”

“Is he Russian?” I ask.

“Sounded American to me.”

“What the fuck did you say when he asked for Jessica?” I snap, barely able to contain my anger.

“I brought him into the club and left him at the door with two of our bouncers. I figured you’d want to at least speak to the guy?” Chester replies.

“Hmm.” I run a hand over my jaw. “Sit him at the bar and I’ll deal with him shortly.”

“Sure, boss,” Chester says with a nod and then he walks out of the room leaving us alone again.

“Conor, who the hell could this be?” She blinks at me, searching my face for answers as she places her hands on my chest.

I brush her hair back from her beautiful face. “No idea, Angel, but if he is any threat to you, he won’t be breathing when he leaves this club, I promise you.”

I lean over and switch on the security monitor, then we both watch as Chester escorts our intruder to the bar and leaves him sitting on a stool.

“You recognize him at all?” I ask.

She peers closely at the screen. “Nope.”

He looks young. Maybe fresh out of college. He has dirty blonde hair and he wears glasses. He doesn’t look like much of a threat but I know that looks can be deceiving and if he is looking for Jessica Ivanov then he obviously has some dangerous connections.

I take my cell from the table. “I’m gonna get Shane and the boys down here too. You want to speak to him, Jessie, or you want us to deal with him?”

“No, I want to hear what he has to say, but I’m happy for you to do the talking,” she replies and I feel a wave of relief. We need to know who this guy is and why he’s asking for a woman who is supposed to be dead. Because this woman here in my arms is Jessie Ryan. Jessica Ivanov is the true heir to the Russian Bratva empire, and she hasn’t been her for a very long time.