“Welcome home, Janey.” I thread my fingers through hers and raise her hands above her head. Her chest rises and falls in anticipation. “Are you nervous?”

She chews her lip and nods her head. “Terrified. I’ve never done anything so reckless.”

“Live on the edge, baby. I promise to catch you if you fall.” My lips cover hers. She opens for me. I sweep my tongue inside her mouth and moan. She’s sweetness and spice, but the kiss doesn’t quench my need to taste all of her. My hands trace down her arms and reach behind her body for the zipper of her dress. Tooth by tooth, I pull it down and let the soft material fall to the floor at her feet.

The lacy bra and panties she’s wearing are the opposite of librarian. “Did you wear these for me?” My finger edges under the cup making her nipples pebble into tight little buds nearly poking through the fabric.

“I dressed up hoping you would notice me.”

I run my lips across her throat and stop at the pulse point that seems to quiver and quake beneath my tongue.

“I noticed you the minute you walked into my office. I knew I was in trouble. I had to have you.” I lift her hand and press it to the area above my heart. “Feel this?” My heart thumps against my rib cage. “You do this to me.” I pull her hand down to my rock hard cock. “You do this to me, too.”

I let my lips linger on that pulsing artery for a second and then venture lower to where her nipple presses against the rough lace. I pull it into my mouth, fabric and all, and feel her shudder in my arms. I move on to the next one and pull a groan from her that almost undoes me. While my tongue tastes the saltiness of her skin from her chest to her belly button, I fall to my knees in front of her, lace my fingers through her panties and pull them down.

My girl is a natural blonde. My girl sounds so right. Like all my life I’ve been waiting for her. I spread her open and run my fingers through her slickened lips. They glisten with her arousal.

“You do that to me. You make me wet.”

I flick out my tongue to taste her. She’s a perfect mixture of salt and sugar. She coats my tongue with passion, and I’m positive that my dick will never make it out of my pants before I come.

Her body tenses with each stroke, and when I suck her clit into my mouth and roll it between my lips, she breaks apart for me. Her sex quivers against my lips until she slides down the glass to the floor in front of me.

I cradle her under her back and knees and lift her to my chest. It’s less than fifty steps to the bed—our bed—and yet it seems to take forever.

She looks amazing on my charcoal gray comforter. Her hair fanned out around her face. Her eyes heavy lidded with spent passion. Her milky white skin pinked from the scrape of my whiskers.

“I need you,” she whispers and holds her arms out in front of her body.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” I grip the bottom of my T-shirt and tug it over my head. Her eyes follow every move. One tug at my jeans pops the button and the zipper. I toe off my shoes and socks and let my pants drop to the floor. My dick springs forward, straight and stiff and ready.

“Holy shit,” she rises up and slides her hand over my length, trying to wrap her fingers around my girth. “I know this cock.” Her fingertips cascade over my stretched skin like a person reading braille. “You’re C for Caine.”

“Have I made love to you already?” I reach around her back and unhook her bra so that we are both completely naked. Her full breasts fall from the cups and into my waiting hands.

“God no, you’re too big.” She takes another look. “I did give you a hand-job though.”

“Did I enjoy it?”

She mindlessly strokes me while I position myself between her legs.

“It’s hard to say. I used too much lube, and you popped off the table and onto the floor.”

I reach past her to the nightstand where I store condoms that never get used. Once I am wrapped, I am ready. “Sounds painful.” I nudge at her tight entrance.

“I'm afraid this is going to hurt.” She lifts up onto her elbows and watches as her body stretches for me.

“Maybe a little but I promise you so much pleasure.” I press forward and pull back, each time covering myself a little more with her slick arousal. I push in and retreat inch by inch. Janey collapses back and lets her legs fall open, giving me better access to her beautiful pussy. “God, baby, you feel so good—so right.”

Her breath hitches once I’m seated fully inside. My dick pulses as I stop to let her adjust. She grips me so tightly I fear I will explode, but I don’t. This is too important to not do right.

Her hands go to my chest where her fingers explore every dip and divot. She lifts up and sucks in my nipple making me hiss out her name.

I begin a slow steady pace that makes her unravel. Her breasts bounce in front of me as I sink myself inside her sweet hotness again and again. Like a vise, her pussy grips me and milks me. “One more time, sweetheart, I want to hear you come one more time.” I grip her ample ass and lift her so that each stroke presses perfectly against her clit. Her head thrashes side to side. Her nipples harden to rock hard nubs. Her body starts to shake and shudder but I don’t let up. I want my name screaming from her lips. With a tiny shift in position, I pull her nipple between my lips and bite gently on the sensitive pebble.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She grips my ass and pulls me deep inside her while her muscles flutter and spasm around my dick.

“Wrong name baby. I need to hear it.” I thrust inside her again and again until she cries out my name.

“Caine, it’s so good. So very good.”

I grip her hips and drive in deep. My balls tighten. My body stiffens, and my release floods out of me and into her, and nothing was ever so perfect. I collapse on top of her, blanketing her with my body. “That was perfection, Janey. Absolute perfection.”

While she falls fast asleep, I take care of the condom and come back to bed to lay beside her and watch her sleep. I take in everything about her from the three freckles on the top of her left butt cheek to the dimple in her chin. Her hair isn’t simply blonde, it is a hundred shades of golden honey. Her skin is milky white with the pink blush of a woman who’s been loved well. Her breasts are a work of art, ripe and full, with nipples the color of roses.

I try to fall asleep, but my cock has other plans, and I find myself between her legs again pulling her out of her slumber and coaxing my name from her lips. My world has never been sweeter.

We sleep through dinner and wake up the next morning twined together limb across limb.

“What time is it?” She pushes her hair from her face to reveal kiss swollen lips.

I stretch and pull her body on top of mine. “It’s after nine.”

“I’m late for work.” She pushes off me, but I cup her ass and hold her against my body.

“I talked to your boss and he said it would be okay if you went in late.”

She relaxes against my chest as I play with the tendrils of her hair.

“He’s a really good boss,” she hums against my chest. “With super good employee benefits.”

“Those benefits are only going to increase.” My hard cock pulses between her legs and we dive into another round of earth-shattering love.

Both of us lie in a sweaty mess until her stomach growls.

“Go start a shower and I’ll order breakfast.” It dawns on me that she never got past the bed, so I pull her to her feet and give her the stark naked tour of her new home. While I lean against the wall of glass and order breakfast from a nearby deli, she watches me.

I toss the phone to the black leather couch and turn to glance out the window before I look back at her. “Nice view, right?”

She nods her head slowly. “It’s the best.”

We don’t show up to the offices until after noon. She walks down the hallway toward her office, I follow in hot pursuit. When I walk inside the room, I pull all the cocks but mine off the shelf.

“What are you doing?” She flops onto the chaise and watches me toss dick after dick into the trashcan.

“There will be no other cocks, real or fake, inside my pussy. I hope I’m enough for you, Janey, because you’ll never have another.”

“Hmmm,” she hums. “Threat or promise?”

“What turns you on more?”

I toss the trashcan aside and come to sit beside her on the lounger.

“I like the threat. I love the promise.”

I pepper her with kisses. “Someday I’ll make you love me as much as the promise.”

She buries her head into my chest and mumbles something that sounds like, “I already do.”