My palms flattened against the hard planes of his chest. He was like an Italian painting, but more accurate to say like a Galonian painting. He was cut and chiseled. He was athletic and tall. And for tonight he was mine. How had I gotten so lucky? One misstep in the bar, and I was sharing my bed with the Duke of Sex.

My tongue lapped over his nipple before making a trail of kisses to his shoulder. His skin was darker than mine, an olive hue but I could see his clear tan lines. He spent his summers outdoors. Every inch of this man was perfection, including the cock I had just sucked.

“This is getting dangerous, isn’t it?” he growled.

I looked in his eyes and nodded. I thought his chest had possibly rumbled, but everything was so heated. I’d never felt this kind of sexual chemistry with any man. What was happening between Brion and I was explosive. It had to be the story we created. The game we were playing. It was the only explanation.

Until he pushed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me. And I realized there was possibly an entirely different explanation—this was real. There was something between us other than impulsive strangers in a bar. It was as if our bodies were drawn to each other like magnets.

“I don’t want to stop, love.” He pushed my knees wide. “I know we shouldn’t, but I want to come inside you.” His face looked pained and anguished.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. I craved it. Needed it. I couldn’t explain why I was suddenly ready to take this kind of risk.

His cock belonged inside me. I’d never felt such a strong conviction before. I needed him like air to breathe.

“Are you sure?” he asked. His eyes flickered.

I nodded. “Please fill me,” I whimpered. “Please.”

He pushed to my pussy and I inhaled as he slammed into me, skin against skin with nothing between us. He roared toward the ceiling with untamed passion.

I arched toward him as his lips crashed into mine. I was hungry for his mouth. I was hungry for his body. For his hands. The way his strength wrapped around me.

He moved in and out of me slowing. Pumping with certain strokes that drove me to the edge of insanity.

“Oh God.” I thrashed under him, when he threaded his fingers through mine and raised my hands over head.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

My eyes flew open and were met with something that shattered my soul.

I’d never seen such hurt. Such pain. Such beauty and sexuality all wrapped up in one man. I moved with a new rhythm as if I could make him whole. I rocked my hips with sensual rolls, drawing him deeper inside me. Clinging to him. Holding him. Fucking him like I’d never fuck another man again. And in this moment, I didn’t want to.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I tilted toward him, my legs as wide as I could make them as he pushed deep to my center.

I cried out with joy. With pain. With white-hot pleasure burning my body.

“Come for me while I’m inside you. Come on my cock before I explode like this too.”

I was splintered in a thousand pieces as the orgasm split through me. I gripped his hands as he held me through the sensations. As he fucked me more, coaxing another orgasm to the surface.

“Oh God. It’s so strong.” I tumbled through the haze, fighting to find what was up and down. Struggling to catch my breath as the fire spread through me, touching every nerve.

“Shit,” he groaned. “I need to pull out, but I can’t. I want you to be mine. You have to be mine.”

I was out of control. I squeezed him harder. I locked on his shaft until he was at his apex in a split second. He tensed and jolted as he shot his release inside me.

There was no mistaking it now. I heard and felt his chest vibrate with what I could only describe as a growl. It was the single most erotic sound I’d ever heard in my life.

“You’re mine, Bri. Fucking mine,” he moaned.

I held him, feeling the sweat pool between us and our breathing slow.

He kissed me. “I hadn’t planned on taking it that far.”

I shook my head. “No. It’s ok. It was me. My decision.” I smiled. Add no condom one-night stand to the reckless list I was racking up this week.

“It felt fucking incredible.” He grinned.

“It did, didn’t it?” I giggled. There was nothing like his hot silky skin sliding inside me.

We both jumped when we heard pounding on the door.

“Sir? Sir? Are you all right?”

Brion gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry. That is unfortunately a call from reality. Hold on. I’ll get rid of it.”

I stared at the ceiling and listened to hushed reprimands he barked at the security. He walked back in the room, naked.

“Did you answer the door like that?” I sat straight up.

He shrugged. “They bothered a man fucking. What did they expect?”

I burst out laughing. “They must hate working for you.”

He tackled me to the mattress, peppering me in kisses. “What was that you said, cher?”

I giggled and squirmed underneath him. “Nothing. Nothing,” I squealed.

He rolled to my stomach. “We’ll see about that.”

The laughter was replaced with a deep sigh when I felt his hands coast over my body. No more tickling. No more silly play.

His lips slid along my lower back. “I think I’ve found something I like in Sangreaux,” he growled.

For a quick second, I wanted to believe that he meant it and it wasn’t part of the game.