WE WALKED OUT of the banquet hall, headed to the elevators, when Cass gave a soft little cry and started…running away from me.

The fuck?

She got low, her hand out, looking down the hallway. I followed her gaze and saw a puppy.

Cass got on her knees. “Hey little guy,” she said softly. “It’s okay. Come here.”

Brown-eyed and black-furred, he stared at her like maybe he wanted to, then a sound came from down another hallway, and he took off running.

She got to her feet, looking sad. “Poor little guy.”

“Whose is he?” I said, sliding my hand behind her back.

She looked down the hall. “Humane Society. He got left behind. But once the hotel people find him, they’re going to stick him out in the cold.”

I looked at the empty place the dog had been. “You want that puppy?”

She flushed a little. “Well, you know, just to feed him. I mean, I’m not even going to have a home in a month, so I can’t keep him. But I think he’s hungry.”

“We’ll keep an eye out,” I promised, and she smiled at me as we went to the elevator.

We rode up in silence, holding hands, walked down the carpeted hallway, and drew up outside her hotel door.

Cass leaned against the wall beside it, smiling at me, one foot hooked behind the other, the way she’d done when I first arrived and knew I needed to have her.

Hadn’t admitted it yet, of course, was still telling myself I could stand back, not look at her breasts, not smile into her eyes, could treat her like the rest of the world. Like she didn’t matter.

Well, damn. One night couldn’t hurt. And it was definitely going to help.

She looked like some kind of nymph, with her long dark hair and her shattering red dress and her red-painted toenails. Red lipstick. Sweet, lazy smile.

Ready to be fucked. I wanted to slide my dick into that mouth, watch her eyes close as she took me deep.

I smiled back.

She kept smiling.

I cleared my throat. She lifted her eyebrows in a lazy, silent question.

“Key?” I said.

Her face fell and she straightened away from the wall. “Oh, right. My room.”

“It’s all yours tonight, sweetheart.”

She turned her smile over her shoulder to me as she unlocked the door and we went inside.

Yeah. A whole lot for that smile.

We drifted in. Neither of us hit a light switch. The curtains were open, and the mountainside stretched out beyond. Snow was falling, swirling against the window.

Cassidy came in as far as the table by the door and stopped. I went further, did a quick survey of the sitting area and bedroom. I checked out all the corners, then shrugged off my jacket and dropped my duffle bag on the floor.

She had an arm crossed in front of her stomach, the other elbow resting on it, her fingers curved slightly around her throat as she watched me check out the rooms. Giving me space.

I sat down in a big, deep chair and leaned back, taking a long minute to look her over, then nodded toward her dress.

“Take it off,” I said quietly.

She released a little breath that made me hard, then curled her fingers around the hem of her dress and yanked it up.

“Slow,” I said, real slow, showing her how.

As if my words were connected to her body, she slowed. Everything I did seemed connected to Cassidy right now. My body had circuits of electricity moving through it as she started doing exactly what I said. My lightning rod.

Fucking sweet Cassidy.

The dress came off, leaving her pale and curving in the middle of the room, wearing high heels and red garters with little red bows mid-way up her thighs. The silk ribbons went the rest of the way, to the belt over a pair of red panties.

“Yeah, I thought they were red,” I murmured.

“It was a theme.”

I smiled.

She extended her arm, the dress dangling from her fingertips, then she let it drop. It floated to the floor and puddled in a silky red heap beside her heels.

I smiled. “Nice.”

She started to take off her heels.

“Stop.”

She paused, mid-bend. Her face tipped up to mine, hair falling beside her face.

“Leave them on.”

“Oh,” she whispered, straightened. “Right. Guys like heels.”

“Fuck guys; I like them.” I dragged my gaze over her body like I was touching her. Her nipples were hard, pushing at the lacy red bra. “You ever strip for anyone, Cass?” I asked lazily.

She shook her head fast. “No.”

“Good. Let down your hair.”

She pulled the band around her hair and tossed it away. Her hair fell to her hips, straight and dark. Her shoulders were pale.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

“Oh boy,” she whispered, and turned.

Her body was sweet. Pale beneath the fall of her hair, her tight little ass streaked by the silk ribbons of her garters, her feet in those fuck-me heels.

“You look good.” I took my time looking her over. My dick was hard. I laid a hand over it and stroked it once though my pants.

She peered over her shoulder. Her gaze dropped to my hand, and I stroked it again for her. Her mouth curved into a little O as she blew out a breath.

“You like that?” I asked in a low voice.

“I like it a lot.”

“You’re going to like everything I do to you tonight.”

Her body shivered, shaking the strands of her hair falling to the curve of her bottom.

“What’d you like best, Cass? Earlier, when the lights went out?” I asked conversationally, unbuttoning my trousers and shoving them and my underwear down so she could see my dick.

Eyes on the prize, cheeks flushed, she trailed her heavy-lidded gaze up to mine. “Well, I liked that thing you did with your tongue…” She poked the tip of hers out and swirled it through the air, then gave two little jabs.

I laughed and got to my feet, yanking my pants off. “Yeah, you seemed to like that a lot.” I kicked the trousers aside.

She turned to face me, staring at my body. I liked her looking at me. It made my dick stand at attention.

I wanted her on her knees in front of me, mouth open.

She nodded. “I’d give it a definite eight.”

I snorted. “Eight? A fucking eight?”

She shook her head. “No, a definite eight.”

“You screamed like it was eleven point five.”

She gave a little shrug. “You need to reassess your scream rating. That was a point eight level scream. Now, the stuff where you pushed me onto the table …”

“Eleven point five,” I said proudly.

She smiled. “A solid nine.”

“You don’t know your own body, woman.”

She gave a little shrug. “I’m just saying I think you can do better.”

“Fucking right,” I said, and sat down in the chair. “Come here.”

She drifted over, sort of meandering. She touched the wall as she came, then skimmed the bedpost with her fingers, always coming nearer on her tippy red heels, but really fucking slow.

“Kneel down.”

Breathing fast, she dropped to her knees between my legs. Her eyes were pinned on my dick, her mouth open to breathe. She spread her hands over my stomach and pushed me back in the chair, then leaned forward and licked up the length of me.

It was a slippery wet, light touch, her panted breaths coming soft behind her tongue, but I felt like she’d knocked me sideways.

I leaned my head back and let out a groan. “What would you give that, Trey?” she said, her voice teasing, her mouth so close to me the breath of her words heated my dick.

Reaching down, I knotted my fingers in her hair and gave a little tug. The breath panted out of her. “Not sure. Better do it again.”

Brown eyes pinned on mine, she did me again with her tongue, her fingers curling into my chest.

“A five,” I said hoarsely. “Do it harder.”

She smiled and licked me again, but as she came up this time, she wrapped her fingers around the thick base of me and gave a fast, hard pump.

I hissed and curled my fingers overtop hers and squeezed tight, making her stroke me again. Her eyelids dropped to almost closed, so I could barely see her eyes as they inched up to mine.

“Put it in you mouth, baby.”

She shimmied forward on her knees, laid her elbows on my thighs, and opened her mouth nice and wide. I angled my hips up as she tipped her face down and took my dick into her mouth.

Fuck.

A wall of lust surged through me. She lowered her head again, taking me deeper with that hot sweet mouth, then she came back up again, her tongue pushing at me, and let me slide out. She went down again, her hand under mine tightening, and we stroked my dick together, following her mouth as she came back up.

“Let’s do this faster,” I said hoarsely.

“And harder,” she whispered.

“Lots harder. I like your mouth.”

Her body was shaking as she started working me, her head bobbing, her hand giving me long, hard pulls. I lifted my hips a little, trying to hold myself in check so I didn’t do what I wanted to do, which was pound into her mouth.

“Make some noise, baby,” I ordered, my hand twisting in her hair. “I want to feel you hum.”

Naked before me except for the garters and heels, she came a little closer, spread her hands over my thighs, opened her mouth a little wider, and next time she went down on me, I felt the back of her throat.

So. Fucking. Good.

I felt her throat work, then the hot pocket of her mouth hummed around me, a low reverberation that almost made me come. I wrenched my head back until it hit the chair. I wanted to take her harder, faster, fuck every part of her until she was screaming my name.

“Breathe through your nose,” I said hoarsely, dragging my head down to watch her. “And take me deeper.”

She whimpered and slid her mouth down me again.

Sweet, fucking hot Cass, kneeling in front of me, panting and sucking my dick.

I don’t think there’d ever been a better idea in the history of ideas.

She started moving faster, her hair streaming all around her face and my legs, her hand fisting me, her breath a loud sound in the silent room. I dropped my arms over the side of the chair and let her go to town. I watched her over her shoulder, in the full-length closet mirror, her sweet ass resting on her red heels as she went down on me.

Didn’t have long here.

Her gaze drifted up my body, her mouth open wide, filled with me, and she stared into my eyes and sucked, little pressured pulls on my dick, releasing then sucking again, as she moved up the length of me.

“Jesus.” I reached for her hair and tugged her away before I spilled in her mouth.

She stared at me, heavy-lidded and confused as I got up.

“What?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”

I rolled on a condom, swung the chair around so it sat flush with the bed, then sat back down and patted my thighs. “Come here.”

“What’s happening?” she said, eyeing the set-up warily.

I just looked at her.

She swallowed. “Are we having a meeting?”

“Yep, and you’re in trouble.” I reached down and put a hand on the small of her back and dragged her over. “Lay down over my knees.”

Her lips, all swollen and red, parted. “This is scary,” she whispered.

“And exciting?”

She nodded. Her gaze was bright and hectic. “Yeah.”

“The come the fuck here and let me show you one way to get to an eleven.”

The breath jerked out of her, fast and short.

I smiled. “Head spinning?”

Her nod was shaky. “Very, extremely spinny.”

“Good.” I patted my thighs. “Lay down, sweetness.”

Breathing fast, she laid herself over my thighs, her chest on the bed, her feet on the floor. My dick was so hard it hurt. I wrapped my fist around it and gave a few fast strokes, knuckling my hand against her hip. She turned her head and watched me.

I slid my open hand between her legs and came away with all her beautiful wetness. I pumped myself again, a few hard, swift tugs, getting my dick all wet from her.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, staring at me. “Don’t stop.”

I gave her bottom a little push, further onto my lap, so her ass was resting perfectly between my thighs. “You’re going to want to hold onto the bed,” I said.

“Oh, Jesus, please, Trey—” she whispered.

I brought my palm down hard on her ass.

Her head flung back, her bottom came up, and her mouth opened around a hard-jerked scream.

Fuck, I liked this woman.

I did it again.

Again her body jerked. “Good.”

“Yeah. I know. Tell me again about the eight point five,” I said as I slid my fingers into her slippery pussy, right up to her clit. I rolled against it a few times—I was not being gentle now—until her painted toes were pushing on the floor, lifting her body up to give me access, then I took them away and gave her another hard, pussy-wet spank.

“Oh…my…God.” She threw her head, spraying hair across the arch of her spine.

“How many stars do I get for this?” I spanked again.

Her body jerked and she whisper-gasped. “Ten.”

“We’re going for eleven.” I smacked her again.

Her ass was getting red. My head was almost spinning and my hand stung. Fuck. Her belly pressed into my thighs as she arched. Her hands dug into the sheets and balled them up.

“Give it to me,” I ordered, and she pushed up again, her head and her ass. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it.” Her voice was broken, breathy and silver like a star breaking open.

“I know you do. You’re a dirty girl, Cass. How dirty are you?”

“As dirty as you want me.”

“That’s what I thought.” I spanked her again, going down her thighs for a fast slap, then coming back up to her ass. I slid my fingers through her pussy, and skimmed them up into the slit of her ass cheeks. “How good is it?”

“Good.”

At least I think that’s what she said. It was pretty garbled.

I was a goal-directed man, and we were halfway there.

“Not good enough,” I growled beside her ear, and she moaned. “You won’t be able to talk when I’m done with you.”

Her mouth was open, panting, her body constantly moving, spine arching, wanting more.

“I wanted to keep fucking your mouth,” I told her, sliding two fingers into between her lips. She closed around them and my body surged at the feel of the sharp scrape of her teeth, the hot slide of her tongue. “Did you like doing that to me?”

“Yes,” she whimpered around my fingers.

“Still able to talk,” I observed sadly. “Spread your legs and show me how pretty you are,” I growled, bending to the side to stare at her pussy.

She did, her toes bending and pressing into the floor, her pussy slippery slick and pink. I opened my hand and slapped it.

She screamed.

“Spread it for me,” I ordered, and she slid her arms back. Her body shook as she held her hands over her ass and pussy and spread herself wide.

“You follow orders good, baby.” I stared at the slick pretty picture of her desire. “Maybe I’ll reward you.”

“Please, please, please.” She was all broken desire now, at my command.

Fuck I liked her.

“I want to fuck your ass,” I said conversationally.

She broke, her body shuddering on my thighs.

“Can I do that?”

Her head pressed to the bed and turned to the side. “Yes,” she whispered.

My blood was slowing down, a hard, rhythmic beat. I slid my thumb, slick from her pussy, up to the tight pucker of her ass and pushed a little inside.

Her head flung into the air, then fell back to the bed, her face pressed into the mattress, her body jerking.

I curled my fingers until I found her clit, and began stroking it, slow and easy, as I fucked her ass with my thumb.

She was all silky, panting woman, her head arching up off the bed, one hand balled in the sheets, the other still holding herself open for me.

“You like that, baby? You want it harder?”

Her bottom rose up, lifting my hand, my thumb inside her.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I rasped. My body was starting to pound. I stroked my thumb in, deeper, all the way to the knuckle, and she made an inarticulate sound.

I pulled out and slapped her pussy straight on, flat-handed, and her body leapt off my legs as she sobbed in pleasure. Then, before she could recover, I pushed two fingers up into her sweet fucking tightness, opened them and spread her wide, working her with my fingers, hard and fast. Slowly I slid my thumb back into her ass, and I gave her slow, hard thrusts of thumb and fingers.

She was bent over my body, her head hanging my by calves, hair trailing the ground, one hand still holding herself open for my perusal, her other holding onto the sheets, a fisted ball, as her body jerked again and again.

I bent to her. “Coming, baby?”

“Com…” Her words jerked off into a cry of broken pleasure.

Now she couldn’t speak.

I pushed her off my lap, right onto the bed, a little conveyor belt of sexed up woman, then flipped her over and shoved her legs apart with my knee. I propped myself over her body, my palms beside her face.

Our eyes met.

“I’m going to fuck your brains out,” I announced, a pretty stupid thing to say, because what else was I going to do?

She was broken already, had come twice already. She was all heat and heavy-lidded desire. Mine.

She hooked a wrist around my shoulder.

“Ten,” she whispered, a hot pant. “Point. Five.”

I laughed as I drew my hips back and sank into her.

Sweet, hot, tight Cass.

I threw my head back and gave a low roar. The lamp on the table beside us rattled. I rolled my hips and plunged in again, deeper.

Her body froze, then jerked, and her head arched, pushing back into the pillows.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growled into her shoulder.

She planted her heels on the bed, lifting herself to me. “Nothing…ever…so…good.”

“That’s what I said.” My words were as hoarse as hers now. I drove into the heat of her, again and again, holding nothing back. On every plunge, her body fisted tight around mine. Sinking in was gold satisfaction, pulling back for the next thrust was hard fucking pleasure. My balls were lifting, ready to spill.

I felt her body clench around me. Her hips jerked up, her knees fell to the side, giving me everything. “Oh…please…Trey… me…you…we…”

All good words right now. I was in Cass in every way right now. She was the center of my universe, and it was fucking awesome.

I came like a freight train, so hard I went blind for a second.

Our bodies kept hammering away at each other, me working her for every last drop of the orgasm that seemed to go on and on.

I waited until she was barely breathing, until her arms dropped to the bed like they’d been thrown down, and only then did I stop moving inside her.

I let my shaking arms bend, rolled off her and collapsed to the bed, keeping one arm around her to pull her with me. She rolled into my side and I held her close as we lay in a stunned silence, trying to catch our breaths.

She whispered something in my ear. It tickled, and sent a shiver over my skin, hot from the effort of sweet-dirty fucking Cass. I slid my hand across her back and let it keep going down until it hit the mattress.

“What’d you say?” I mumbled.

Her hand rested on my cheek a second, then slid down to the bed between our bodies. Her knuckles were against my chest.

“Thirteen,” she whispered.

I smiled tiredly and closed my eyes. “’G’night baby.”

She pressed forward and kissed my neck. “‘Night, babe.”