Her hips nearly shot to the roof—good to know. He’d test her limits on that another time.
Ronin switched his focus to her clit, suctioning his mouth to the plumped pearl, using his tongue until she arched harder and moaned his name.
Her cunt pulsed against his mouth, and he swallowed every spasm, every bit of sweet slickness, growling against her soft tissues because he wanted more.
“Ronin. Stop. I can’t hold this pose anymore.”
He gently set her butt on the stairs before leaning forward and running his hands up the inside of her legs, from her ankles to the creases of her thighs. “Come on.”
Amery still had that slightly vacant post-orgasmic look in her eyes. “Where are we going?”
“Up,” was all he said. He lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
“What are you doing? Your knee—”
“Is fine.” He slapped her bare ass. “You should worry about my cock, because I’m still not done with you.”
“You are insatiable.”
Upon reaching the observation room, Ronin headed for the small desk. He swept everything off it before letting Amery slide down his body.
He flipped her around onto her belly across the desk and hiked her hips in the air. He pushed between her thighs, his cock hitting her warm wet center on the first attempt, and he slowly slid inside her.
Amery moaned. “You’re trying to break me.”
Curling his fingers around her hips, he layered his chest to her back, wishing they were skin to skin. “No, I’m proving to you you’re the only one who gets me this fucking hard.” For a moment he stayed right there, inhaling the scent of her hair, and then he exhaled slowly, feeling her shudder beneath him as the air tickled her ear. “Not once in the ten years I’ve owned this dojo have I ever fucked a woman in it. Never. And I’m fucking you twice. So what does that say about you, baby?”
“Oh god. You’re killing me with this, Ronin.”
“Say. It.”
“It says you love me. Just me. You want me. Just me.”
“Goddamn right I do.” He pulled out of her pussy and eased back in. His cock wanted to hammer into her tight, wet heat, but he forced himself to go slow. To draw out the pleasure of this joining.
She pushed up and turned her head, capturing his mouth. The angle was wrong, yet somehow, the glide of lips on lips was more erotic than an openmouthed tongue-thrusting kiss.
When Amery squeezed his dick with those strong inner muscles, he moved faster until his orgasm blasted through him.
The muffled sound of ki-yahs roused him from that other plane. He murmured, “I’m yours just as much as you’re mine,” before pulling out.
Ronin half staggered back to her after picking up their clothes. She sat on the desk facing him, watching him. After they dressed, she snaked her arms around his waist and held on tight.
As intense as the last half hour had been, it hadn’t escaped his notice that Amery still hadn’t admitted she loved him. But he did have some pride; he wouldn’t ask her.
The intercom buzzed.
He disentangled from her and reached for the handset. “What?”
“Reminding you of the meeting,” Knox said. “Five minutes.”
“Thanks. Be right there.”
“What’s going on?” Amery asked him.
“Meeting to discuss the upcoming event.”
“Have you always spent this much time pushing paper?”
“More than one might think. Why? Does the fact that I have to plan shit instead of using my fists take away from my manliness?”
Amery laughed and jumped down to zip up her skirt. “You just fucked me twice and I came four times, so your manliness is not in question, Ronin Black. I asked because I don’t see you until the end of my workday, and you’re already into the physically demanding part of your job.”
“Not lately.”
Her gaze sharpened. “But you are taking it easy?”
“Too easy.” He reached out and smoothed the pieces of her hair sticking up all over. “Sorry about the sex hair.”
“No, you’re not. And you’re changing the subject.”
Which he did again. “Sit in on the meeting with me.”
“Why?”
“You have great insight. Maybe you’ll pick up on something I’m missing. Some of my MMA instructors have been less than enthusiastic about this promotion company.”
“Ronin, I don’t want to be that clingy girlfriend who horns in on everything.”
“You’re not.” He kissed her. “You’re in my life. This is part of my life.”
She set her hand on his cheek. “There’s more to it than that.”
Again Ronin held back on telling her he felt useless in his own dojo. Being restricted to inactive status. Amery knew his limitations; she’d been babying him along as much as everyone else. He wanted her to see him in a take-charge business role, especially since all his instructors would be at this meeting. “So is that a no?”
“I’ll sit in if it’s really what you want.”
“I do.” He kissed her again, holding her head in place. He murmured, “But it’ll give me another hard-on, looking at you and knowing you’re wearing my seed beneath this prim-and-proper blouse.”
“He says with a caveman growl.”
He quit crowding her. “Let’s go.”
Amery slipped on her shoes and fussed with his hair before they left the Crow’s Nest.
He didn’t hold her hand as they headed down the short hallway. He felt Amery’s questioning look as he retreated into his Sensei Black persona, but she didn’t comment.
“Before we go in, do I need to know who teaches what in the MMA classes?”
“Deacon is the kickboxing leader. He studied Muay Thai for a few years. Fisher, who you’ve never met, is from a boxing family, and he was nationally ranked champion. He didn’t start training in jujitsu until two years ago, and he’s on the fence about MMA fighting. But he’s great at working boxing drills. Ito also has an advanced black belt in judo; he works with throws.”
“And you? What’s your area of expertise?”
Ronin punched the elevator button. “Submission holds. Getting out of holds. I’m usually the grappling partner. But I’ll admit it took me a while to get used to no-gi grappling.”
Amery frowned. “What’s no-gi grappling?”
Sometimes he forgot she hadn’t been around martial arts her whole life like he and his instructors had. “In jujitsu we train students to use the gi in fighting situations. It’s an added advantage to use your opponent’s lapels, or sleeves, or even the back of the gi for takedown techniques. It’s much easier throwing a guy to ground when he’s wearing clothes than when his chest is bare. But we do spend time on no-gi grappling in class.”
Before they exited the elevator, Amery put her hand on his chest. “So the scratches I sometimes see on your chest?”
“From grappling. Once in a while I’ll get a mark from a gi that looks like a rope burn.”
She smiled. “I’ve dealt with the rope burn issue recently.”
When they stepped into the hallway, several guys were loitering outside the closed door. “What’s going on?” Ronin asked Gil, Blue’s second in command.
“Blue and Sophia are fighting. I tune them out because this is not unusual with them.”
Great. Ronin knocked twice before opening the door. “You two about done? We’re ready to start.”
“Of course,” Blue said. “Sophia was just—”
“I’m not leaving, brother.”
“Fine. Everyone find a seat.” Ronin took the chair at the head of the table. Amery sat beside him. He scanned the room. “Who are we missing?”