As soon as the elevator doors open, he whisks me inside and presses the button behind my back. Before I can move, he has me against the wall, and his lips are on mine. He tastes like sweet Cognac when his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. I moan, wanting more of him as my fingers find their way into his thick, dark hair.

His hand slides up my leg, brushing the edge of my panties underneath my dress pants, and my knees go weak. The kissing’s frantic. Consuming. The only sounds besides the beeping at each floor are our rushed breaths, my moans, and his grunts. With each passing floor, the need grows and the kissing becomes more frenzied.

By the time the doors open, he has my top unbuttoned, and I’ve untucked his shirt and slipped my fingers underneath. We tumble out of the doors at the penthouse, stripping each other bare as we walk. When the backs of my knees hit the couch, I topple backward, and his hard body lands on top of mine without breaking our kiss.

“Lou,” I moan into his mouth, dragging my nails against his scalp.

“Elizabeth,” he groans before kissing me deeper. Harder.

My lips are bruised and already swollen, but I don’t want him to stop. Overcome with need, I wrap my legs around his body and lock my ankles to keep him flush against me. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone that I almost forgot how good it feels to be underneath a man and consumed by his weight.

Lou kisses me like the very air he breathes depends on it. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, chasing mine, and nipping at my lips here and there. Fuck, the man feels fantastic, and his kissing skills are off the charts. Not sloppy at all, with the perfect amount of tongue and teeth to make everything inside my body flutter with excitement.

When he starts to slide down my body, I loosen my legs and give him free rein to do whatever he wants. I want to feel him everywhere against my skin. Instead of closing my eyes, I watch his every movement, completely enthralled by his handsomeness and the hunger in his eyes.

He hovers over my nipple, his warm breath cascading across my skin and making it pebble into a stiff peak. It’s like it wants to leap into his mouth, sick of being trapped and lonely underneath my stiff business suit. Lou’s mouth is warm and inviting, and my body wants everything he has to offer.

I jolt, my back rising off the couch as his mouth closes around my nipple. “Fuck,” I hiss as my eyes close to revel in the ecstasy only his mouth could create. His blue eyes watch me, burning into mine as he sucks on the peak, making me squirm.

His hands slide up my body and push my arms up over my head. Unable to move with his weight and his arms pinning me down, I give in to his wants. I try not to think about anything but the feel of him on me.

Tonight, I’m Elizabeth.

Lou wants her.

I want Lou to fuck her.

Before I can dig my fingers into his hair and drag him back up my body to tell him just how much I want to fuck him, he releases my nipple, crawling down my legs and kneeling on the floor. He rips off my pants along with my panties in one quick motion. I gasp, shocked by his ability to divest a woman of her clothing so easily, but a guy like Lou probably has had a lot of practice.

I’m sprawled across a chaise with my feet hanging on each side of his shoulders. I glance down at him, ready to speak, when he grabs my ankles and yanks my body down, stopping when my ass hits the edge.

“Fucking perfection,” he says, parting my legs wider to give him a full view.

My legs start to close on their own as my face begins to heat.

He rests his hands against my knees and keeps me from hiding. “Don’t.”

I feel vulnerable and exposed with his eyes taking in my nakedness at close proximity, but I do as he tells me.

His lips blaze a trail up my thighs, scorching my flesh in their wake. I flinch uncontrollably when he hits the sweet spot right behind my knee. It has always been one of the most sensitive areas on my body, and he found it rather quickly.

I can’t speak. His mouth’s devouring my skin, and my breathing’s so harsh I can’t form words. Just as I catch my breath and find my voice, he’s moved to a new area, and the struggle starts all over again.

Stop thinking so much…just feel him.

My fingers wrap around the edges of the couch so tightly that my knuckles turn white. I gasp for air, clutching the cushions, and I spread my legs wider, trying to get his face to find the one spot I want.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy?” Lou’s deep, hypnotic voice causes my eyes to dart to his.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He licks his lips, and my eyes follow. “Tell me.” He smirks, knowing he has me right where he wants me.

The sad thing is that he does have me by the proverbial balls. “Lick it.” This time my voice has more air to it, more want in the tone.

“Put your feet on the edge and spread them, Lizzy.”

My heart starts to flutter, the excitement of what is about to happen becoming almost too much. I place my body just how he wants and wait. But when nothing happens, I peer down to his smug face.

“You still haven’t told me what you want me to do.” His smirk grows wider.

“Lick my pussy,” I tell him flat out through gritted teeth and with a firmer voice. “Then fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow, Lou. Put up or shut up, big boy.”

“That’s my dirty girl.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, sucking on them, and my eyes start to roll back at the thought of him doing the same thing to my clit.

“I’m waiting,” I tell him, spreading my legs wider as his eyebrows shoot up.

He hovers over my clit before barely grazing it with his tongue. Shock waves fill my entire body—the sensation is overwhelming yet not enough to get me there. “More.” I lift my ass, meeting his face with my pussy. Offering it to him.

He takes the hint, closing his mouth around my core and enveloping me with his warmth. I suck in a breath, consumed by the feel of him against a part of my body that hasn’t been touched by a man in so long. Everything inside me tenses from the single touch, craving the orgasm that I know will make my head spin.

“Tell me again you want me,” Lou says against my skin, the vibrations of his voice causing me to shiver.

“I want you to fuckin’ suck my clit, Lou.” Under normal circumstances, I’d probably tell him to fuck off. But after the day I had and the amount of alcohol still coursing through my system, I want nothing more than to come in his mouth and be fucked by him.

“The lady wants to come and so she shall. Many times.” He smiles against my skin before closing his mouth over me again. His tongue swirls around my hard clit, adding to the suction of his mouth and driving me so close to coming that I don’t think I can last more than sixty seconds. When his fingers start to rub against my opening, I almost explode.

“Yes!” I scream out, a little too overeager to be filled.

His eyes sparkle, and even though I can’t see his lips, I know he smiles. Fucker.

As he pushes a finger inside, I can’t stop the moan from escaping my lips. Not a nice, sweet moan of pleasure, but a feral one as if I were in heat. “More!” I cry out after I regain my composure.

His finger curls inside me, and my eyes blur from the sensation. He’s found my G-spot, and I can’t stop my body from shaking with each pass. “Greedy cunt,” he says, working his finger in and out as I lie here with my legs falling farther apart.

I smile because I know I’m being a completely greedy woman. I know what I want and never have a problem voicing my opinion on any matter. Sex is no different. But instead of being a tease, Lou gives me everything I want and more.

A second finger joins the first, sweeping over my G-spot with every movement. My ass rises off the couch, my breathing stops, and I shatter against his mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure racks my body. It steals the air in my lungs, my ability to moan, and seizes every muscle in my body.

He doesn’t stop. Every time my body convulses, he sucks harder, making each aftershock more intense than the last. By the time he releases me, I’m gasping for air, and my entire body is quivering uncontrollably. Slowly, he removes his fingers, my pussy constricting around them, not willing to let go of them just yet.

“Like I said, you have a greedy cunt.”

I can’t laugh even though his words are true. I’m too busy trying to catch my breath from the orgasm to end all orgasms. My mind’s still fuzzy and my senses dulled as I try to smile, but it’s lopsided. My eyes close to stop the spinning from lack of oxygen, and I enjoy the feeling of receiving an orgasm from someone other than myself.

The sound of plastic rustling makes my eyes pop open. He’s ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth. His beautiful face between my legs looks as pleased as I feel. Lifting my head, I study his body, getting my first real look. His arms flex with each movement while he rolls the condom down his cock.

The muscles of his chest are big and tight, moving under his skin as if they’re trying to break free. When he stands, I get my fill of his entire perfect body. His strong thighs meet with what can only be described as an impressive cock that looks so hard and needy that it seems ready to burst at any moment.

By the time my eyes find their way to his face, I can see the pleasure he took in watching me eye-fuck him. “You like what you see, Lizzy?”

“I do,” I tell him and bite my lip. I love what I see. The man is complete and utter perfection. Not an ounce of body fat anywhere on his torso. Just taut muscles and smooth skin itching to be touched.

There are no words to be said. When I think he’s going to climb onto the couch, I inch up the cushion to give him enough room to work his magic.

His hand grabs my waist and stills me. “I want you bent over the couch.”

“Oh,” I say, feeling my face flush at the thought.

I turn, giving him a great view of my ass, and position myself over the back of the couch. My head hangs down, and I peer at him from the side. “Like this?” I ask, wiggling my ass.

His hand comes down on my ass just right, sending a wave of pleasurable pain up my spine. “Just like that.” He caresses the skin he’s just touched, and I want more of it.

I bite my lip instead of telling him to smack me again. He positions himself behind me, rubbing his cock against my wetness. After my release, and my building need for him, I’m practically dripping.

When he starts to push inside, my head falls forward, and I moan. His fingers are one thing, but the hardness and size of his dick are quite another. Feeling filled by his cock makes my body ache to be filled deeper, harder, and forever. My heart thumps against my chest, trying to keep up with my erratic breathing. After he slams into me, seating himself fully, I moan from pleasure and rock back into him, forcing him deeper.

His fingers twist in my hair, pulling my head backward and trapping me. “I fuck you, not the other way around. Got me?”

Goose bumps form across my body. The dirtiness of his words and the authoritative tone of his voice have me screaming out, “Yes!”

He holds my hair, pulling me against him with every thrust of his cock. I cry out every time his dick impales me. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life. Pleasure courses through my system, overtaking my every thought and wiping it away.

I’m consumed by him. Nothing else in the world matters except Lou and his spectacular cock. He controls me, and I let him. Every time his hand comes down on my ass, I cry out. “More,” I tell him, which earns me a deeper thrust.

It isn’t punishment. Maybe he thinks it is due to the noises coming from my mouth, but there’s nothing but pleasure. Lou knows how to handle me. I never have liked being controlled, but when he does it, I want it.

Before I can stop it, a second orgasm builds inside me and tears through my body. I grip the back of the couch, gasping for air and shaking under his touch.

“Such a greedy girl,” he whispers in my ear, but I can’t respond. My mouth falls open and I try to form words, but nothing comes out.

I think he’ll ease up. But instead, his thrusts become more punishing, almost to the point of pain. He pummels my body and releases my hair. I watch over my shoulder as his abdomen contracts with each movement. It’s like a work of art or a well-oiled machine the way his body moves. When his mouth falls open and his eyes close, I know he’s experiencing the same thing I just felt. Complete and total ecstasy.

He cries out, “Liz!”

For a moment, I feel guilty that he’s calling out a name other than my own, but it quickly passes. Lou and I are nothing more than a cheap fling started in a hotel bar and finished on the couch in his rented room.

When his body collapses on top of me, we both tumble to the floor. We laugh at the silliness, barely missing the coffee table in our fall. “Fuck, baby. Who knew you had that in you?” Lou wraps his arm around me and brings my body flush against his.

“I could say the same about you.” I giggle, burying my face in his pec.

We lie there, staring at the ceiling, gasping for air until I pass out from exhaustion.

* * *

I blink, momentarily confused as I open my eyes in a bedroom I don’t recognize. I blink again, and memories of last night start to come flooding back. Lou. Nakedness. Elizabeth. Sex. Sweat. Orgasms. Bliss.

What in the hell was I thinking?

Clearly, I wasn’t, or I wouldn’t be naked and in a stranger’s bed.

The martinis clouded my judgment. It’s the only thing I can blame besides myself and Lou’s smooth-talking charm and accent.

I roll to the side and groan. “I’m so stupid,” I whisper into the pillow. I prop myself up on my elbows as I search for the crinkling sound I hear underneath my cheek. It’s a note, which I assume Lou left because if it were from the maid, that would be even more awkward.

Thanks for last night. I have an early flight and didn’t want to wake you. - Lou

I flip it over, hoping to see his phone number, but there’s nothing. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m hurt. Even though I didn’t think I’d see him again, I would’ve at least liked to thank him for the amazing night. How ridiculous. Thank him for the fucking? After I find my pride and give myself a little pep talk, I dress quickly, tossing Lou’s note in the trash next to the bed and head home.