"Do one more," Achilles, my trainer, demands, watching me like a hawk. I pay him a lot of money to put me through my paces, and he does, many times after hours in his gym. "Three, two, give it hell, Landry, one. Relax."

I blow out a breath and drop the dumbbell to the ground. Achilles watches in his camouflage pants and white tank top, his arms folded over his large chest. "You have a little steam behind you tonight, Landry."

"Pent up aggression," I say, wiping my face with a towel. "Better to leave it here than on a member of the media. Fuckers trailed me all afternoon. Hobbs has them all convinced I'm a gangster or something and it's nearly impossible to actually work."

"So, you aren't a gangster?" Achilles teases.

I glare and he snickers at my reaction. His Mohawk wobbles. "I kid, I kid. I actually had someone call me a few days ago and asked if I had any dirt on you."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, man. I set that bitch straight though. Told him he could go fuck himself."

"Did you say it like that?" I grin.

"Just like that." 

“You wanna know how frustrated I am?” I ask, wiping my face with a towel. “I’m starting to think Lincoln makes sense.”

“That’s crazy talk,” he laughs.

“Right?”

“You know what I always say,” Achilles says, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “trust those that have proven their loyalty. Linc might be full of shit half the time, but he has your back.  That’s why I trust Robin. My wife is the only person in the world I trust explicitly. She’s proven it.”

He leans against the wall and tries hard not to smirk.

“What?” I ask.

“I see you’re on your way to settling down now too. Have to say, I’m shocked.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t know about settling down for sure.” 

His chest shakes with his laugh. “You released a statement. I’ve known you for twenty years, Landry. You’ve never entertained doing something like that before.”

“That fucking statement wasn’t what it should’ve been,” I grumble, feeling the anger work its way to the surface. “Nolan fucked me over on that. Alison was pissed as hell and I couldn’t blame her. Do you even realize how bad it looked coming out with the other article like that? Fuck.”

Achilles picks up a dumbbell and presses it overhead. “I wondered when I saw it, to be honest. Did you work it out with your girl?”

“Yeah,” I grin. “I’m meeting her after I leave here. I have this big thing set up at the house with candles and a bubble bath. I just want to ...” I look at him and he’s wearing a teasing smile. “I sound like a pussy, don’t I?”

He sets the weight down and laughs. “No, man. You sound like a guy that is getting his priorities together. Making your girl feel special should be the first thing you do in your day. I mean, if you lose her, what do you have left?”

He gets it. 

I try to wrap my head around that when movement catches our attention outside the glass. Troy is coming towards the door. He pulls it open and steps to the side. 

My face breaks into a wide, yet confused, smile. 

Alison walks around him, her step stuttering as her eyes meet mine. Her cheeks blush to the color of her pink dress, a short little number that I want off of her body as quickly as possible. I drag my gaze down her round breasts, over the sinful curve of her hips, and down those legs I want wrapped around me so badly my cock is rock solid.

I need her. I need some kind of physical confirmation that we’re okay. Call me stupid or call me a pussy but I need it like the air I breathe.

Glancing at Troy, he shrugs. “She called and asked if I knew where you were. I figured you wouldn’t mind if I grabbed her for you,” he says.

Achilles smacks his lips beside me. “Well, I’m guessing you don’t need me anymore,” he chuckles. “You remember the security code, right?”

I nod but don’t look at him. I can’t look anywhere but at her.

Before I know it, it's just the two of us. She's standing in front of me. It's everything I've wanted since I saw her this morning. I feel like a kid on his birthday, when the box that you know holds the one gift you've been begging for is suddenly placed on your lap.

"Hey," she says, her voice timid. I have no idea why the hell she's nervous. All I know is that my heart is racing like a man on crack and my fingers itch like a junkie looking for his next fix. 

I have to touch her. I have to taste her.

I stalk towards her, watching her anticipate my arrival. Her eyes widen as I draw near, the peacock necklace moving in between the large breasts that I want my mouth on. 

In a couple of long strides, I'm in front of her, our bodies nearly touching. She tips her head to look up at me and begins to speak, but I capture the words with my mouth. She gasps, melting into me with no hesitation. Our tongues lace together, her sweet perfume wrapping around me. My arms are tightly wound around her, pulling her into me like I can't get enough. 

Because I can't. 

She's all that exists in the world right now and I want to be so far into her, lose myself so deeply into her, that it takes an act of God to separate us. 

My hands find the curves of her ass and I cup them, squeezing, appreciative of her continued pantiless style. She moans, my palms dragging roughly across her skin to her hips. My fingers dip into the curve of her body, her own finding the small of my back, her nails digging into me. Her fingertips trace a line across my lower back, leaving a rush of sparking skin beneath.

This woman is going to kill me. 

“You don’t mind I showed up here, do you?” she breathes. 

I lean back and look into her eyes. “I couldn’t be more happy that you did.”

“Hux left and I just needed to see you. I needed this peace I feel when I’m with you.”

My lips find hers and press against them tenderly. “I needed it too.”

“You know what else I need?” she asks. 

“Whatever you need, I’ll deliver.”

“I need you inside me, Barrett.”

That’s all it takes for her to go from sweetheart to siren. 

Pulling her hands from around me, I nearly drag her across the room.

"Barrett!" she laughs, having trouble keeping up in her heels. 

I bring her around a corner next to the sauna, the air pierced with only our breathing. A long table sits next to it for massages. I pull her in front of me, kiss her quickly on the lips, and turn her away to face the wall. 

"Grab the edge of the table," I order, my voice giving away just how worked up I am. "And hold on."

A quick breath escapes her throat, but she complies. I take a second to take in how fucking sexy she looks while she waits on me to fuck her. 

My cock hardens, throbs, as I take in her nude heels, her thick, tanned legs, and the way the bottom of her ass cheeks peek from beneath the hemline of her dress bent over like this. I palm my cock and stroke it as she glances at me over her shoulder. 

"You look so fucking good, Ali."

Her cheeks flush, but a sexy grin slips across her lips. "Then what are you waiting for, Mr. Landry?" She leans further across the table, baring her ass for me. She taunts me, shaking it from side to side. “I asked you to get inside me. Do I need to ask again?”

 I drop my shorts to the floor and stand directly behind her. Rubbing my cock up her slit, I coat myself with her wetness. I suck in a breath and fight the urge to bury myself in her immediately. 

Her breath catches in her throat at the contact. Her back is to my front. My breath on the back of her neck results in a quiet sigh escaping her lips. I press my tongue against her skin and drag it slowly to just below her ear. Her skin heats up immediately, her heartbeat now pounding, matching mine. I nip the delicate skin under her ear before pulling away. 

"Barrett ..." she begs, widening her stance. 

I grab the zipper between her shoulder blades and drag it down her body. As the cool air touches her skin, she gasps. I unsnap her bra, leaving her entire back exposed. 

"Let it all fall," I demand. She stands, still facing the wall, and the garments slowly pool at her feet. 

My cock is pulsing, demanding attention, and I feel like I'm about to go off just looking at her. Her skin is creamy and soft, unblemished perfection. I drag a finger from the nape of her neck down her spine, her body rolling beneath my touch. It's intimate and sensual, and I could watch her reaction to me always. 

I cup her breasts from behind. Her nipples harden and I tug on them, twirling them between my fingers. Her head falls back on my shoulder, her eyes shut, mouth open. 

 "Bend over again," I whisper into her ear.

She stretches out, grabbing the edge of the table. I touch her opening with the tip of my finger. Her hips press back against it.

"Eager, are we?" I ask. 

"Stop fucking with me and fuck me," she demands. 

I tsk, reaching out and pressing one hand on the small of her back. "We'll get to that. But you're going to have to learn patience, Ms. Baker."

She groans, pulling her hair away from her face. "I've needed you for days. Don't make me wait. Please, make me know we’re okay."

Hearing her say that, I nearly combust. I gather a pool of moisture on my finger from her slit. She's dripping wet for me, her tight body begging for my cock that's throbbing to be in her pussy.

I spread her wetness around lazily, watching her sweet ass move against my hand, before crouching down behind her. Increasing the pressure on her back, more symbolic than actually restraining, she flattens against the table. Her eyes find mine over her shoulder.  Holding her gaze, I taste her sweetness, feeling her shiver as my tongue touches her opening. She rocks back against my face, desperate for contact. 

She rocks back again and I press my thumb over her ass. As she rotates back, she feels the pressure. She half yelps, but the hitch in her breathing tells me she's not against it. 

 I suck on her clit, working my mouth against her velvety folds as my thumb puts the slightest pressure on her ass. 

"Barrett ..." My name is a moan, a pleading, a begging for more. 

Her knees begin to shake, her legs quivering on her fuck-me heels. 

Adding pressure to both spots, I work both my tongue and thumb in circles. Her whimpers grow louder, her hips swiveling faster, her wetness dripping. I lick from her vagina up her slit, my cock ready to explode. Removing my thumb as I pass, my tongue licks up the curve of her ass, and drags up her spine as I stand. Positioning myself behind her, I slap her juicy ass once, hearing her squeal, before I push fully into her with one hard movement. 

"Ah!" She’s barely heard over the sound of the table ramming against the wall. "Barrett!"

I thrust into her again and again, feeling her pussy massage me with every push. It's fucking heaven. It's what I've needed for days now, the balm to my ills. 

Pushing again and again, I feel her body quicken around me. It's not going to take long for either of us to explode. 

I stroke into her over and over, the doors to the cabinet on the wall falling open with the impact of the table to the wall. Bottles begin to spill out as I plunge into her. 

"I'm coming!" she screams over the top of the destruction. Her pussy clamps around me, the muscles spasming in the sexiest way. Her head thrown back, her hair a sexy mess, her swollen lips fallen apart in a sultry breath. Knowing I just put her over the edge makes me topple over it too. 

"Fuck!" I shout, stroking into her a few more times. As the crescendo of my orgasm hits, I slow the pace, milking the feeling for as long as possible. 

My eyes open, my lids heavy. I watch her lips form a smile, her body relaxing as she lands from the ride. She looks like an angel, a perfect, beautiful, built-for-me creature that I’m falling for harder and harder. 

Maybe I’ve already completely fallen. Maybe this tightness in my chest, the ferocity I feel about her is what everyone means when they say they’ve fallen in love. 

“I needed that,” she whispers. Her lips press together and she giggles a light, airy sound. 

“Me too,” I say, pulling out of her and helping her stand. I lay a kiss to the top of her head and feel her warmth cocoon me as her arms encapsulate my waist. She snuggles into me. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good. Very good.”

“You were better than good,” I joke as she shoves away from me. 

“Funny, Landry.” She tosses me a grin.

We stand in silence, the floor around us littered with random objects rattled from our antics, our bodies sticky with sweat. Her hair is a mess, her skin flushes, and she’s never looked more beautiful.