I could still smell her scent. Warm and innocent, with something spicier just underneath. It was almost enough to make me forget about Sutton in the seat next to me. He smelled like gin.

“You can’t fuckin’ tell me you don’t miss it, Chase,” he said, throwing a hand through his hair. He leaned the seat back and sighed, breathing out through his nose and patting the breast pocket of his jacket. “Forty goddamned grand tonight, plus the hottest piece of ass at the party.” He rolled his eyes over to me. I didn’t have to see him… I could feel it.

“Well, almost the hottest,” he said, considering. “The cake girl… what was her name…? Annie?”

“Emily,” I supplied, stepping on the gas, pissed now and in a hurry to get him home. “And she isn’t on your fucking list. She’s also smart enough to put it in writing… if you bothered to read her contract.”

“Bullshit,” he shot back, watching my reaction. “If they can be seduced, minus overuse of alcohol, of course,” he conceded, “they can all be on the list…”

I gripped the wheel a little harder and exhaled before I dared to answer. When I did, I sounded a hell of a lot calmer than I felt. “My sister liked Emily’s work tonight, Sutton, and she’s hiring her for that bridal shower. To you, they’re both equally off-limits… Just leave it alone. I know you like to push the edge… Hell, I’ve done it too. But you’ve been pushing too hard lately. Even for you…

And it’s not just your own ass on the line anymore. There are a hell of a lot of people depending on us, on our company. There’s a lot more at stake than just your public image and the chance of a lawsuit.” I pulled the car up the stone drive and punched in the code that opened the massive iron gates.

“Did you know she watched us?” he asked huskily, his blue eyes bright even in the darkness. “She leaned in to put something under the bar, and she just stood there, watching me fuck away…”

I bit my lip and stopped the car all too abruptly by the front doors. “She was embarrassed, Sutt. And probably more than a little shocked. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. You’re pushing it too close.”

“Liar,” he shot back easily. “You think you’ve changed so much… that you’re so much more mature and responsible than the rest of us now.” He laughed softly and climbed out, leaning back through the window to look at me. “You watched us too,” he said. “And I saw the way you looked at her. You’d like to fuck her as much as I would,” he taunted. “It’s been a while for you, Chase. But I know you. You haven’t forgotten what it’s like… No matter what you try to tell yourself… You know goddamned well she’s worth the risk.”

It would have been easier, faster to have just stayed in the city for what was left of the night. But I drove back out to the cabin anyway. I never should have fucking left there in the first place. Tiny glowing embers still burned in the banked fire. I climbed the stairs, leaving a trail of clothing behind me. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was naked and aching with the need for release. My rigid cock swayed against my belly as I leaned in to turn on the shower. It was maddeningly insistent, both excruciating and exquisite all at once. When the pulsing water hit rigid, sensitive flesh, I had to clench my teeth to stop from groaning out loud. I’d spent the last five hours wanting to bury everything I had between Emily’s sweet little good-girl thighs. And I’d held myself back.

But not now… not now… I gripped ten long inches of hot, hard flesh in one big hand and gave in.

I gave in to the fantasy of reaching under the tiny fluff of her skirt and using my fingers to tear away the center of those barely-there stockings she’d had on. I imagined the white lace panties that would be as wet and sweet as she was. But I didn’t want her from behind, at least not the first time… I wanted to see her face when I touched her… when I filled her all the way up.

I jerked my cock hard and felt the head swell. It had always been large, now it was immense… and dark with its pent-up desire.

If I’d unzipped at the party and just lifted her up with my hands… I could have dropped her down slowly onto my shaft and watched her eyes as she took me. One of the waist-high hedges would have concealed us… I could have turned turn my back to the party and my body would have shielded hers from view. Her arms around my neck… my hands supporting her delicate weight, I could have kissed those full, sweet lips while I rocked her on the end of my cock… letting my thick, fucking head work her clit to a hard, slippery pearl…

My thighs clenched tight and I felt the searing shock of liquid heat surge up. Another hard jerk with my fist and I came, gushing seed into the water that beat down on me. Thick, hot streams shot in powerful bursts as I strained to imagine the expression on her face… the look in her eyes… my passion flowing down the insides of her tender thighs. How would she feel, knowing we were inches away from being seen… seconds away from getting caught…?

In my mind, I saw her sweet, satisfied smile as she threw her head back

and surrendered.