Today was fucked, and it could not have been salvaged.

I missed the first big deal by coming late. I was so distracted by my dick, Anderson ended up snatching the deal instead. And even after two hours in the gym, I couldn’t get control of my cock.

I raced back in to work to finish off two contracts, then ran my ass around after smaller ones trying to save something out of this hot mess.

But it was not to be. Now, I’m walking home because I couldn’t get a cab. And it’s starting to rain.

My body feels tight—too much tension in my muscles. Maybe I’ll go out for a massage or something. I could use someone rubbing me down in oil.

All I’m thinking about, as I slam into the foyer, is getting in and getting my clothes off. Hot shower, something to eat, maybe drink.

Then, if I’m still tense, I’ll have to do something about it.

But then I see someone moving in the shadows by the stairs. I jump and drop my briefcase.

It’s…Allana. What the fuck?

“Hey, Derek.”

Her lips are as red as the poppies on her dress. Her eyes are dark and still. She eats me up with those eyes.

I’ve had too hard of a day. I can’t even formulate a response.

She steps closer, eyes flickering with uncertainty.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

Something about her gaze feels…penetrating.

Shit. Fuck. Don’t think about penetration.

…Too late.

Fuck. There goes my cock again. I can’t fucking take this.

“You startled me.” I reach for my briefcase. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.”

She takes slow, lingering steps towards me. Her heels click lightly on the floor as she gets right in front of me.

Fuck, she’s tall. Eyes level with mine. Maybe taller in the heels.

She smells sweet. Like honey and strawberries. There’s chocolate on her breath.

Oh, shit. She was talking, and I haven’t heard a single word.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice her waving a magazine.

She wants me to look at her pics? Here?

Is this the worst day of my life?

I see a glint in her eye as she leans towards me.

“Allana,” I began.

“Yes?”

I drop the briefcase, step forward, grab her shoulders, and kiss her. Just like that.

My arms go around her shoulders, and I press my tongue into her mouth. I expect her to push me away or to freeze in shock.

To my delight, she wraps her arms around me and returns the kiss. She leans into me hard, biting at my lips. One leg comes up as she shoves me against the wall, grinding her hips into me.

She tastes like chocolate and champagne. Her skin feels like satin. My senses are in overload.

As I push back into her mouth, I slip my hands down and grab her ass. She grinds against me, and I can feel her hot pussy against my cock, just one small piece of fabric keeping us from touching, skin on skin.

I’m still grabbing her ass when I feel one of her hands slip down…to my fly.

I think about stopping her, but I realize I don’t give a fuck. She moans into my mouth while desperately working to free my cock.

We are going to fuck, right here, in the stairwell. And I don’t give a damn.

She gets the zipper down, and my cock pops free. She puts her hands on my shoulders and maneuvers herself with one leg wrapped around me.

I can feel the heat rising from her pussy. How slippery wet she is. With one small rock of her hips, she slides my cock in.

We both gasp as she slams her hips into mine, cock throbbing as it gets swallowed by her pussy. She’s so tight and wet, I can feel my legs trembling.

She doesn’t care. She’s got me pinned against the wall with her hands on my shoulders and her hips against me. Using my shoulders, she works herself on my cock.

As she goes up and down, controlling the motion with one leg, I run my hand across her tits and the buttons pop open.

She’s naked underneath. Beautiful big pale tits slip free of the dress. The nipples stand up under my hand, and she moans, working herself on me with hands and hips.

I lean down and mouth at her nipples, teasing with my teeth as she shudders and comes.

She brings her leg down, and we stand against the wall, breathing heavily, heads together.

The doors open and close, and I see that guy Evan.

He looks pissed. I think he just broke up with his girlfriend or something. I had seen a big fight in the hall yesterday.

She had been walking around crying, and now he looks like he wants to punch a wall.

Not my business. I kiss Allana softly, deeply. She grins.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now…” She breathes champagne and chocolate all over me.

“What took you so long?”

I run my hands over her bare arms. I want to slip the dress off. I want to taste her pussy.

I’m so fucking hard now, my body is screaming—but this is awesome. Finally, my body is going to get what it needs.

I can tell we both have doubts. But the chemistry cannot be denied. I don’t care if it’s the worst decision in the world.

I’m going to fuck the daylights out of her as often as I can, and I’ll do anything to keep doing it.

Even loving her.

Even marrying her.

She gives me that dark, challenging look, and I know this is the surest thing in my life.

But it’s too dark in the foyer. I need to see her as I fuck her.

“So…can I offer you some champagne?” She takes a step back and pulls me by the hand.

“Fuck, yes.”

I follow her, watching that ass and grinning like a fool.