Now that I had a little more insight into Talia, I was able to plan a near perfect date, free of nearly all conversational landmines. There would be no expensive swanky restaurants that would allow her to reinforce all the stereotypes she was determined to assign to me. There would be no big tips or VIP sections tonight. Just us.

“You did all this?” Her eyes were wide as they peeked at me over her shoulder, just briefly though, because she couldn’t stop looking around. The rooftop terrace was an oasis of greenery dotted with vibrant flowers and LED candles. “It’s gorgeous!”

And her smile was why I wanted to do something different for our date tonight. Talia was a tough nut to crack, and those thousand-watt smiles like the one leveled at me, were rarer than gold.

“Thanks Talia but you in that dress puts this terrace to shame.”

She rolled her eyes, but the faintest hint of a blush stained her cheeks, and her chest which looked incredible in a black lace dress. It was short but not indecently so, with little scalloped edges around her neck and breasts that drew the eye right there. There was so much lace I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, offering up glimpses of her naked body. She settled her gaze on mine and looked me up and down.

“You look pretty hot too.” I could see the truth of her words in the heat of her eyes.

When I held a hand out to her, she accepted it and let me take her to the cushioned seating that offered up a great view of the city. “I dressed just for you.”

“Sure, you did,” she said and accepted the cocktail I handed her. “This place is amazing. I’d do all my work up here if I lived in this building.”

“Speaking of,” I began, but she cut me off.

“No talk of work or wedding tonight. Sports, porn or politics, or anything else, but no work or wedding talk.”

I grinned and leaned in close enough that her scent flooded my senses. “What kind of porn do you like?”

She leaned in too, so that barely an inch separated our mouths, the scent of the Paloma on her tongue making my pants grow tight. “Girl on girl and DP.”

I choked on a swallow of my drink at her words, delivered carefully blank and she laughed. “Seriously?”

“So gullible,” she shrugged. “Depends on my mood.”

Damn, but this conversation wasn’t how I meant to start the date. If my pants got any tighter my cock would just break free to get close to her. “Your most recent mood?”

She licked her lips and took a long sip of her cocktail, lips curling up at the corners. “Pussy licking. Up close and very wet.”

A growl escaped and I hauled her from her seat onto my lap, fusing our mouths together in a kiss that was a hot and intense as any kind of fucking. I couldn’t stop drinking from her mouth, enjoying the way her hips moved against me, etching my pleasure up another thousand notches. My hands squeezed her ass and she groaned into my mouth. “Talia,” I moaned and let my hands slide up her thigh.

“How long until dinner,” she asked, panting and smiling goofily.

“As long as I say.”

“Good,” she said on a whispered growl and let her hands roam under my shirt and slide down my abs to my waistband. “Because I’m feeling a bit hungry for something else right now.” I knew exactly what she meant. I’d been hungry for her since she walked inside my apartment in this dress that continued to drive me nuts. “Luke,” she groaned as she unfastened my pants and wrapped a small hot hand around my erection.

“Talia, sweetheart, you’re driving me crazy here.”

“I know,” she hissed when my thumb brushed her clit, swollen and throbbing and wet. In one smooth move I was buried deep, thrusting up into her as she bounced on my cock, riding me hard and fast like she hadn’t had cock in years. Red hair spilled down her back and around her pale shoulders as I revealed every inch of her skin to my gaze. My touch.

Her hips continued to roll, faster and faster while her breathing grew shallower and she began to pulse around me. She didn’t have to say a word for me to know just how close she was and I leaned forward and pulled a hard pink nipple into my mouth and sucked. “Mmm.”

“Luke!” Talia’s back arched and her head fell back as she did an intoxicating swirl on my cock, sending a shiver straight to my spine. “Oh, Luke.” She moaned my name over and over again while my cock pounded into her. Taking it all, she held on to me and rode until her orgasm exploded out of her. “Yes!”

She came apart beautifully, making an erotic picture I knew I wouldn’t soon forget.