“Let me go,” I say again, struggling against Leo and hoping the desire in my voice isn’t as obvious to him as it is to me. Because oh my fucking god. This man has me quaking, my entire body ready to melt into a hot, needy mess.

Leo’s lips pull up on one side in a knowing smirk. “If that’s what you want. But you have to say it like you mean it.”

Shit. He knows. He fucking knows what kind of power he has over me right now. And when he leans in, his mouth so close all it would take is a tilt of my head to feel them on me, I can practically feel the energy vibrating between us.

My arm is still twisted behind me, trapped between my back and the cold glass of the window. Leo’s hand is like a vise on my wrist. There’s no escaping him.

As much as I hate to admit it, even if only to myself, I don’t want to escape him.

There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now than right here, pinned against the glass, the lights of Vegas shining like a carnival below me while Leo makes my entire body ignite with a lust so powerful it seems surreal.

My eyes narrow at the amusement I see in his gaze.

Seriously?

He finds it funny that I’m so horny right now I can barely think, let alone convince him I don’t want this.

Well, fuck him then. I swallow hard, lifting my chin in defiance. Preparing to let the lie fall from my lips.

But just as I open my mouth to tell him that yes, I want him to let me the fuck go, he moves so fast I barely have time to register what’s happening.

Pulling my trapped hand from behind my back, he yanks it roughly up and around, spinning me in the process so that I’m facing the giant sheet of glass.

I throw my free hand up to steady myself as I stumble on my stilettos. Then he crowds in right behind me, his clutch on my wrist tight as he pins my hand above my head.

“Say it, Sienna.” The growl in his voice sends a spark of nerves racing all the way from my neck, where his warm breath teases, straight down to my pussy, which is now clenching and convulsing, desperate for something to grip and squeeze.

A strangled moan works its way up my throat. “Say what?”

His low chuckle sets my body on fire. I’m burning up from the inside. Unable to move from where I’m caught between Leo and the window, I rest my cheek against the cool glass, hoping it will help me chill the fuck out and find the will to not give in.

“Say you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t feel this too.” Leo emphasizes his words with a thrust of his hips, wedging his cock right between my ass cheeks.

My fingers contract, trying to grip the smooth glass, needing something to hold onto because apparently going weak in the knees is a thing. Who knew?

Yes, I fucking feel it. Though I know he’s not talking about his massive cock. Which, by the way, I’m know certain is crazy huge. The knowledge of how he can fill me up so completely doesn’t help my argument.

When Leo meets my eyes in the reflection of the glass, they’re burning with the same desire that I’ve been fighting all night.

He wants this.

I want this.

So what’s stopping us?

I’m having a hard time remembering, especially when he takes his free hand and reaches around in front of me, pressing his palm firmly against my chest.

My nipples tighten instantly, my body responding to him eagerly, even though my mind is still screaming at me, trying to get a message through.

As he drags his hand roughly over the swell of my tits—just close enough to make me ache for more—then slowly down my side, I lose all sense of time and place.

There’s a reason why this is bad, why I should go with my earlier instinct and just tell the lie—insist I don’t want this. But I can’t remember what it is anymore.

Leo’s fingers dig into my hip and his cock presses harder against my ass, and the last shred of pretense disappears.

“I do, Leo,” I moan. “God, I want it too. So fucking bad.”

“Say it,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Tell me what you want.”

His fingers are so close to my throbbing pussy. If I just shift a little to the right, I might get a little relief from the building pressure that’s begging for more.

I feel him shake his head from behind me. His laugh is full of wicked intent. “Not so easy, Sienna. Not until you say it.”

Goddammit. Fine. If this domineering, commanding asshole wants me to say it, I’ll fucking say it. Just give me a fucking orgasm already.

“You, Leo. I fucking want you.”

“Not good enough.” He presses me harder against the glass and trails his fingers down to the hem of my short dress to stroke lightly at my inner thigh.

Looking down at the Vegas Strip below us, I feel dizzy. Not from the near-vertigo effect. No, from the fact that Leo fucking Asher’s hand is mere inches from my soaking wet pussy.

“I want you to fuck me.”

There. I said it.

It’s everything I told myself I’d never do.

I’d never beg a man, least of all this one.

Yet in mere minutes he’s reduced me to a begging wreck of need. I just want more. So much more from this moment. From the way he makes me feel.

Leo won’t make me wait; he responds to my words instantly. Keeping me firmly in place by his hand on my wrist and his cock against my ass, he reaches up under my dress and hooks a finger in my thong.

I almost come at the brush of his finger against my sopping wet pussy lips.

Then he shocks the hell out of me when he yanks down—really fucking hard—and tears my thong off me with one quick jerk of his wrist.

I gasp, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

I don’t have time to think about how fucking hot that was because the next thing I know Leo’s shoved two fingers so deep inside my pussy that my knees really do buckle.

My breath comes hard and fast as he slides them back out and thrusts in again, over and over, so fast and furious that it’s almost punishing.

I whimper, my hips grinding down against his hand. I’m so close to surrendering to the lust that rages through my body and threatens to take over my every thought. It won’t take much for me to be wet, shaking, mess in the throes of an orgasm.

Leo finger fucks me at a desperate pace, and the sound of my slick juices slapping wetly against his skin as he does is pretty much the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

“Jesus Christ, Sienna, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans against my neck.

I tilt my head to the side to give him better access to the sensitive flesh, and he dives right in. Lips and tongue and teeth assault me just as violently as his fingers. He nips and sucks and licks at my neck, my ear, my shoulder.

“Please, Leo.” I’m begging at this point. And I don’t even fucking care now. I just need to come.

“Say what you want,” he demands again.

Fucking hell. This guy. It’s like he’s getting off on me begging for it. And I can’t seem to help myself. I’ll gladly beg if he’ll just keep making me feel this crazy, mind-blowing pleasure.

“Make me come. I want to come. Please.” I barely recognize the sound of my own voice.

That’s apparently all he wants because in the next instant he flicks his thumb across my swollen, aching clit, and I’m done for.

That’s it. Like, I completely come undone. Erupt like a fucking volcano.

My whole body shudders as my pussy contracts over and over, my juices coating Leo’s already drenched fingers as he continues to drive deep into me. Just as I’m coming down from what has to be the most intense orgasm of my life, he adds another finger, stretching me in the most erotic way, pushing the boundaries of pleasure.

And I come again, even harder. Holy fuck. That’s two back-to-back orgasms. I didn’t even finish the first before he started in on the second.

My vision goes dark for a moment and I slump against the window, still held in place by Leo’s hard body, then pinpricks of light flash behind my eyelids as I ride out wave after wave of erotic bliss.

“Fuck, Sienna,” he murmurs. “You’re so goddamn sexy.”

Leo pulls his fingers from my pussy, and I’m left feeling satisfied but somehow still wanting more. He spins me around yet again, this time so that I can see him as he lifts his hand to his mouth. His fingers glisten with my sticky cum. Then he proceeds to lick every last drop of me from his fingers while I stand there and gape at him.

Holy hell. Did he really just do that?

I lock eyes with him, and the desire I see there makes me feel like I didn’t just come two times in the last five minutes. Like I’m ready to go all over again.

I fumble for his belt, desperate to see his cock for myself. I need to know if it’s as huge as I think it is.

But he wraps his hand around my wrist again and shakes his head slightly, his dark eyes unreadable.

“I’m not done with you yet.”