Despite sitting awfully close to him and practically asking him to kiss me, I was still surprised when he did.

Bradley Coleman, the man thousands of women all over the world would envy me for kissing, was gripping my waist so tightly that my surroundings blurred. All that was in front of my eyes was darkness, and I was afraid to open them because it felt like a dream.

Only it wasn't a dream.

His kiss had told me the answer to my question.

I smiled into his lips, my hands placed on his chest that he’d covered my body with on the couch.

"I couldn't do it," he said. "But let's not waste any more time talking."

With that, he buried his head into me, his lips finding the side of my neck just as fast. Oh, I wondered how he knew that neck kissing instantly turned me on.

"Brad," I moaned quietly as I threw my head back, still feeling like the moment was too surreal to be true.

His fingers reached my back, and he unzipped the short grey dress that I'd worn especially for dinner. I hadn't dressed that well in months, but a part of me wanted Brad to think I was sexy. Hell, all of me wanted him to think that.

Judging by the way his eyes were piercing through mine, it was clear that I'd hit my goal. He lifted my legs off the floor and placed them in his lap, then bent forward until his face was inches away from mine.

"Brad," I whispered. "Are you sure about this?"

He slid one side of my dress off my shoulder and never responded. His hands then found the hem of the dress which he pushed all the way up my thighs until he reached my panties.

I thanked my stars that I wore decent enough lingerie, which again, I usually didn't. But soon enough, I realized that it didn't even matter because he never even glanced at them before peeling them down to my knees.

I gasped and my eyes remained on his light blue eyes.

How could one person be so gorgeous? So perfect?

My breathing had become heavy and he was taking things painfully slow, teasing me to the point of begging. But I didn't, not until then, at least.

The backs of his fingers ran the length of my bare thighs.

I couldn't look at him any longer. My skin shivered like it was on fire.

But I could feel his gaze still fixed on me. It deepened my desire for him, if such a thing was even possible. I felt his hands all over my legs, making their way between them.

My own hands reached for my breasts the second I felt his thumb on my clit.

I threw my head back.

This couldn't be real, could it?

My foot touched the floor after he spread my legs and crawled between them.

"Kiss me," I whispered, and he pressed his lips against mine once more.

Then my lips parted, and I shut my eyes when I felt his finger sliding into me.

"Fuck," I said, barely making it through half of that word.

I wanted to groan and scream, but he covered my mouth with his hand while I fluttered my eyelids.

He pulled away and straightened himself to unbutton his shirt with one hand while the other one remained on me, teasing my skin and the goosebumps that I had all over.

I wanted him so badly, more than I'd ever wanted any man in my life.

Bradley Coleman was exactly the kind of man I'd always dreamed of having sex with. His gaze alone would make me soaking wet, and now I had his strong, muscular shoulders engulfing me beneath him as if I belonged to him.

"Fuck, Heather," he groaned. "You're gorgeous."

I narrowed my eyes and breathed heavily as I touched his shoulders, then trailed the length of his arm.

Every cell in my body wanted to tell him how hot he was but I couldn't. I was shy. But I didn't hesitate to tell him that I needed him. .

"Tell me that you want me," he commanded, digging his fingers into my hair.

"I need you," I said through gritted teeth, then he kissed me and sucked my lower lip.

My hand reached for his belt but I struggled to unbuckle it without looking at it, so he took it off himself and tossed it across the room.

I was horny enough to want him to spank me with it.

I unzipped his pants and pushed them down before my hand landed on his bulge.

Gasping, I felt his hard cock in my hand, and I began stroking it through his boxers. He growled and looked toward the ceiling while I took that moment to graze his neck with my tongue.

He looked back at me and palmed my breast with one hand and fingered me with the other.

"Fuck." I bit my lip while we played with one another, touching the most intimate parts that were begging to unite.

I never in a million years could have imagined that I would have Brad lying over me and playing with my pussy, relishing my every curve like he owned my body.

"Fuck me," I said, not being able to hold that thought any longer.

"Not so fast, little girl."

My insides fluttered when he brought his lips next to my pussy, then sank his knees into the carpet. He kept both of my legs above his shoulders, and all I could manage to do at that moment was try to control my breathing.

I dug my fingers into his hair and closed my eyes when I felt his tongue against my clit.

"Fuck, fuck." I arched my back and he pulled away to kiss the side of my thighs.

What a fucking tease, I thought.

I let out short breaths when he licked the length of my pussy while his thumb continued to tease me at just the right spot. I couldn't close my eyes after that. I didn't want to. I wanted to watch him devour me like he was eating his favorite dessert.

He was slow and gentle with his tongue, and I moved along with his rhythm, feeling his finger fuck me at the same time.

He kissed the sides of my pussy and crawled on top of me while placing soft kisses on my stomach, all the way back to my neck, and finally, to my lips.

I tasted myself on his mouth and it was nothing short of insane. No man had been able to push me off the edge as quickly as he was able to, just with his fingers. I had just come on Bradley Coleman's mouth, and if he could do that just with his tongue, I couldn't imagine what he would accomplish with his cock.

He interrupted my thoughts by pulling me onto the floor and ordering me to sink my knees into the carpet and turn around.

I did as told and watched my dress being tossed across the living room. He then effortlessly opened my bra, which led to my big breasts hanging downward.

I didn't consider it a pretty sight, but that didn't matter because Brad clearly did. He spanked me hard, then reached over from the sides and cupped my breasts.

He twisted my nipple so hard that I wanted to scream, but I bit my lip instead and straightened my back to put my arms around his neck.

I felt his hard and thick cock bulging against my ass while we licked each other's lips hungrily. It was so carnal that it didn't even feel real at the time.

To me, everything still felt like a fantasy, and it continued to when he pushed me back down on my hands and spanked me once more.

I moaned and licked my two fingers with the kind of horniness that I'd never felt in my life.

He was my best friend. It felt wrong. I was scared.

"Please, Brad," I said, looking around so I could get a glance at him. "No more teasing."

He pressed his fingers into my ass, and I was sure that I would find finger marks on it later.

Then, he quickly trailed the length of my back, making me tickle and shiver at the same time. I felt his cock rubbing against my pussy while he stroked it.

I looked toward the ceiling as he hit himself against my wetness over and over, then pulled away and slid his hand into his jeans pocket, revealing a condom wrapped in silver.

Fuck, I thought.

My mind was filled with swear words. It's the only thing I could muster whenever the thought of this man fucking me crossed my mind.

And then it happened.

I gasped for air and my mouth opened when he rammed himself into me in one quick thrust. He hammered me, and my breasts moved along with the rest of my body. I palmed one of them, not having it in me to open my eyes just yet. I needed to shut out the world and feel him fucking me, taking me in a way that no man had ever before.

I didn’t want it to ever end. How could I?

The feeling that came with fucking one of the most powerful men in the city was intoxicating. And it was even more crazy to think that he'd want a woman like me. But he did. He clearly fucking did, and I must have come on his cock several times over by then.

"Fuck, Heather," he said, still riding me, then his hand reached for my waist and he turned me on my back. His cock was right there before my eyes. His big, thick cock that had just fucked the shit out of me. And now he wanted more.

Shockingly, I did too. Though I wasn't sure how I was even going to be able to walk after he was done with me.

I didn't care about it, like I didn't care about anything else.

The well-calculated woman in me had been thrown out the window once I got a taste of him.

He was a drug that I wanted more and more of.

"I can't get enough of you," he growled, stealing my thoughts and sliding himself back into me. I dug my long nails into the soft carpet, then into his back.

"Fuck," I said for the millionth time when he thrust into me, finding my sweet spot and hitting it over and over until I exploded on him again.

I spread my legs around his waist while I sat in his lap, his cock still buried deep in me. I felt it pulsate while I had my arms wrapped around his neck and his lips pressed against mine. My hair had fallen to the sides of my face when our kiss broke.

He groaned and rolled his eyes at the ceiling, and I scratched his shoulders with the sheer euphoria of watching him release.

We were panting. We were sweating. We were lost.

I fell on my back lifelessly.

He sighed and lay next to me. I brought my head to his chest, and he kissed my forehead while stroking my hair at the same time.

"So," I said, still breathless. I swallowed, just to bring myself back to real life when I mentioned the question that led us to the best sex of my goddamn life.

"So?" he narrowed his eyes at me, smiling wickedly.

"So . . . you didn't fuck anyone last night."

He twisted to the side and tightened his lips when his fingers found my stomach.

I laughed.

I laughed uncontrollably while he tickled me.

"Stop!" I begged. "Stop it, will you?"

He didn't listen, and that led me to try and tickle him back. He grabbed my wrists when I did, and our laughter slowly died down.

We looked into each other's eyes, the moment getting serious and uncomfortable.

"Let's not fuck this up," I whispered.

He pulled me into him and kissed my forehead again.

"Oh, I'm not letting you go anywhere, little girl."