The look in his eyes told her that they were not going to make it to the restaurant, but Sage was just fine with that – she had needed this moment ever since the first time she had seen Aiden. What was it about him that just clicked for her? Every time he was around, rational thought fled and she was just a hot mess of desire for him. God knew he was hot as sin, but jeez, really?  I’ve never been this way with any other guy. Figures that I’m falling for the one guy I shouldn’t be with.
 His eyes ran up her body slowly and she saw the heat in them grow, smoldering as he took her in. She was wearing a silky white sheath dress that showed off her curves. Her hair was upswept and her back was exposed, the curve of her ass being hugged by the soft material. “You look beautiful,” he told her gruffly, stepping inside the condo, a bouquet of wildflowers in his hands.
 Damn. He brought flowers. How the hell could I resist him even if I was so inclined?
 She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had brought her flowers.
   “Thank you,” she breathed, placing the stems in a crystal vase as he stood watching her, the lust in his face almost tangible. “And thank you for the flowers.”
 He pinned her with his gaze, the intensity of it almost enough to set her on fire. Sage knew then that any resolve she may have deluded herself into believing she had, was gone.
 “I made reservations at La Luce,” he told her gruffly, slowly stepping toward her, and she nodded.
 “That’s one of my favorite places,” she told him, her pulse beginning to race at the scent of his aftershave.
   “Let me help you with that,” he said, placing an arm on either side of her to take over the flower arrangement. She gasped slightly a moment later when he lifted her arm, placing it around the back of his neck. He trailed his fingers lightly down her side, brushing ever so slightly along the outside curve of her breast. Her breath hitched as her breasts seemed to swell, almost as if they were seeking his touch. He lowered his mouth to the exposed curve of her neck, placing a soft kiss there, a brand. Awareness shot straight through her, the light touch electrifying all of her nerve endings.
 She moaned softly, her body melting into his as he breathed in, taking in the scent of her, pressing his body subtly against her back. He drew a deep breath at her neck, licking the tender skin there.
 “Chanel?” he asked lightly as he continued to trail the backs of his fingers along the arch of her ribcage. Barely touching. But having a cataclysmic effect. She trembled, needing a rougher touch, her breasts straining to come in contact with him.
 She nodded, not trusting her voice, but she arched her back slightly, wanting to feel his hardness against the curve of her buttocks.
 Sage gasped, at first unsure if the rod pressed against the tight material was, in fact, all him.
 His lips grazed the flesh where her shoulder met her throat and her breath hitched.
 “Feel this?” he rasped. “Do you want it?” 
 Her lips parted, but only a sigh emerged. Instead of answering, she rubbed her ass against him, rotating in slow sensual circles, begging him to give her more. 
 His delicious scent was filling her, making her breath in more deeply, which thrust her breasts even farther forward, as if begging for his attention. Oh God, I feel him, and I want him, every inch of his hard, strong body pressing into me.
 God, this is crazy.
 “I don’t know what it is about you,” he rasped. “But I’ve never needed to touch someone as much as I need to touch you.”
 The words sent more heat through her body. Instead of answering him, she turned in his arms, touching her lips to his, tasting him, lingering in the feeling of him.
 For a long second, he was still, his mouth as soft as silk, his taste exploding on her tongue. She licked at his lips, and a shudder went through him. 
 Then as if a dam had burst, something like a growl escaped him, and suddenly he pushed her against the counter and his tongue invaded her mouth, his lips hard and insistent. There’s nothing soft about him anymore. He’s all steel and unyielding, hot and demanding. She wanted him on her, exploring every inch of her body. He seemed to sense the urgency in her, his strong arms lifting her onto the counter unexpectedly, palms spreading her knees apart.
 Every sweep of his tongue, every shift of his body, every touch feels like it scorched her, marked her, owned her.
 Her dress had already lifted, bunched above the curve of her ass as she leaned against his hard body. His hands went to the back, unzipping the Vera Wang dream, and stripped it over her head in one movement. Then he paused, his eyes lingering on her slim form as she sat there on the counter, spread and displayed for him. 
 “Damn, see what you do to me, Sage?” he ground out as his erection seemed to reach for her, almost peeking out of the waistband of his pants. Holy crap, she thought with wide eyes, that simply can NOT fit inside me. Her pussy clenched at just the sight, moisture flooding her core, as if in preparation for the delicious stretch that was coming.
 He hadn’t taken his eyes off her, displayed so prettily in pink panties. He bent forward, ripping through the delicate material and opening her even further to his tongue. Sage groaned, her calves tightening against his shoulders as Aiden’s tongue swept at her like a velvet scarf, hitting precisely the right spots as she slowly swung in rhythm to meet his devastating thrusts.
 “Oh my God,” she moaned. Her cries caused his hands to tighten against her cheeks, his fingers probing deeply into her core as she leaned back and let herself go, reveling in the delicious sensations. 
 His breathing grew ragged, his tongue rougher and Sage reached out to grab for something, knocking the vase over.
 The water spilled beneath her, adding to the wetness, the combination of heat and cold seizing her dramatically.
 Aiden’s thumb teased at her other entrance, the forbidden feeling taking her over the edge as he dipped one finger inside that hole, the burning sensation causing her pussy to clench harder than ever before, gripping his fingers so he wouldn’t stop. She could take no more. Her body bucked up against him, his fingers plunging hard and fast as she came almost violently against him.
 “Aiden!” she cried, her hands closing into fists, her sexy frame trembling from head to toe.
 His licks slowed as her orgasm tapered, his head moving upward to nuzzle her. He pulled her toward him, her calves falling from over his shoulders.
 “I’m going to fuck you now,” he rasped, and she moaned, her body ratcheting up at his words, already ready to take him, begging to take him, as the tip of his massive head replaced his fingers.
 She wanted him in both places, filling her with him in every possible way but when he did glide into her, his size caused her to cry out in pleasured agony.
 Never had she known such girth inside her and for a breathtaking minute, she wasn’t sure she could take all of him.
 “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, pushing into her slowly. The burning stretch was exquisite, and her breath caught, wanting the feeling to last forever. He continued to press forward, until he was buried, a moan escaping him as he held his body still, clenching his jaw hard, waiting for her to adapt to his size. His eyes burned into hers, the connection they had at that moment almost spiritual.
 And then… “Fuck me, Aiden,” she pleaded, her eyes glazed with passion. “Please. And don’t stop.”
 It was all he needed to hear, his hips beginning to move, slowly at first but she begged him to go faster, her pleadings spurring into greater thrusts, as she tried to meet his engorged shaft.
 He shifted slightly, rocking his hips into a deeper thrust, angling his cock just so, and her world splintered into pleasure.
 “Aiden!” Sage didn’t recognize her voice, it was broken, choked. He thrust again, a grunt leaving his lips, his hips pistoning, thrusting harder, faster. Every movement made his cock swell even bigger inside her, reaching every nerve ending, the layers of pleasure building over one another. His thrusts grew impossibly deep, as if he had become a part of her and Sage no longer knew where she ended, and he began. Her world exploded, the orgasm taking over her body, the tsunami overwhelming her mind, her senses. She shuddered, over and over, her pussy clenching, her clit quivering as she saw stars behind her tightly closed lids.
 Aiden shuddered, a feral grunt escaping his lips as he reached his climax, the rhythmic squeezing of her walls pushing him over, and then she felt the almost searing heat as his seed shot inside her.
 His mouth landed on hers and she inhaled him eagerly, her tongue tasting the remnants of her own orgasm on his lips as he seized again and again, his ass clenching as a groan was ripped from his lips.
 She clung to him with shaking arms, her muscles squeezing his shaft to drain him, never wanting the moment to end.
 “Jesus,” he ground out as he pulled away slowly, tracing his palm gently from her cheek to the side of her neck. His broad shoulders gleamed, the muscles rippling as he tucked himself back into his pants.

 Jesus, Sage, he didn’t even get his pants off. And when the hell had he removed his shirt? She hadn’t noticed any of it, so caught up in the rush of sensations he had given her. And next time? Definitely a bed too.  
 Sage groaned in disappointment as she shifted her weight forward on the counter. She hadn’t wanted him outside of her already.
 “Yeah,” she agreed as she let out a satisfied sigh. “That was…powerful.”
 He lifted her off the counter, then cradled her face in his hands. He leaned forward kissing her softly as she melted into his body. The kiss was intimate and…touching, somehow. 
 “You’re beautiful,” he told her earnestly, his eyes searching her face as he tried to catch his breath. “I don’t know what it is about you…”
 He’s said that before, she thought, her heart skipping slightly. This isn’t just about sex to him.
 Sage knew the realization should have sent some sort of alarm through her, but she couldn’t let go of the heady feeling of happiness she was experiencing in that moment.
 Obviously nothing can happen between us, she thought rationally as she finally managed to tear herself away from him. Ethically and professionally speaking, it’s very close to crossing a line.
 “I’m going to go upstairs and get dressed,” she told him, feeling almost shy for some reason. “I’ll be right back.”
 He grasped her around the waist as she went to pass him and pulled her against his body again. His head dipped down for another lingering kiss. Shockingly, she felt her body respond again. God, he’s turning me into a sex addict, she thought with chagrin. 
 He released her slowly. “I’ll be waiting,” he told her.
   She turned and headed up the floating staircase. She hadn’t even asked him if he still wanted to try to make their reservation. No, I think maybe we should order in and just…relax. Her clit actually clenched at the thought of “relaxing” with him. On her couch. Maybe on her bed…
 Her body felt delightfully bruised and sore, but that didn’t stop the sense of anticipation she was feeling as she pictured how she wanted to feel him completely naked, covering her. Jesus, Sage, get a grip.
 He can’t stay here tonight. He’s got a daughter to go home to, she reminded herself as she searched for clothing.
 She wandered into the bathroom to fix her make-up, studying her reflection blankly as her brain flipped into autopilot and she continued to apply her mascara and eyeliner.
 Her mind had switched to the session she had shared with Audrey that morning and a sardonic smile formed on her mouth.
 The girl had claimed that both she and her father had superpowers, something Sage had heard from many children during her career.
 It was a coping mechanism, a way for them to maintain control when everything else seemed to be spiralling away, and while she had taken note of the so-called “superpowers”, she had not thought much of it until that moment.
 She chuckled to herself, I guess her father’s superhuman ability is fucking like a demon, she thought with a grin as she finished her ritual and flicked off the bathroom light.
 Humming to herself, she wondered how they were going to manage to keep their relationship from Audrey.
 Baby steps, she coached herself as she made her way to the main floor. Who knew where this is going to go?
 But in her gut, Sage did know that whatever was happening with Aiden was not just a one-night stand. It had seemed to mean just as much to him as it had to her.
 “Listen, I don’t know if it’s too late for our reservations, but let’s order in, instead,” she called out to him as she entered the kitchen.
 He wasn’t there.
 “Aiden?”
 She slipped into the living room, her brow furrowing.
 “Aiden?”
 A slow dread began to fill her heart as she realized that she was alone in the condo. When she stepped out onto the porch, her eyes scanning the street for any sign of him, the bitter truth slapped her in the face.
 The spot where he had parked his black BMW was vacant.
 Humiliation stunned her and Sage felt the breath knock from her chest as she fell against the doorframe, her face flaming in denial.
 For all her fancy degrees in human behavior, she had not seen it coming.
 Was I so blinded by attraction for him that I just allowed myself to be used like that?
 Apparently that was precisely what seemed to have happened as Aiden had snuck out of the condo without so much as a note.
 She thought of how smug she had felt only minutes earlier, how she had been sure he liked her just as much as she did him.
 She had never felt so foolish in her life.