I love the way his stubble brushes against me as I kiss him. My tongue moves against his and his lips crash down on me, shaking me to the core. I pull back, breathless, his dark eyes only inches from mine, his gaze consuming me. I still can’t believe I’m doing this. I never make the first move. I never even sleep with guys on the first date, and I doubt tonight even qualifies as a date.

“We should go to your room,” I whisper. “What if Gage—”

I’m lifted into the air as Adam carries me through his ridiculously lavish penthouse. I’m swept past glossy, modern furniture and extravagant displays of art before we reach his bedroom. He literally throws me on the bed, apparently forgetting about my supposedly injured ankle. The soft mattress and cool sheets catch me and it feels like I’m sinking into a bed of mist. He prowls around the edge of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt and giving me more sexy than I can handle, inch by inch. His chest is broad and powerful, and his abs cut down his core like they were chiseled by a master sculptor. The hard, diagonal lines of his obliques and the sharp V of muscle draw my eyes down to the huge bulge beneath his belt.

He steps even closer, holding me with his gaze like a predator holds prey. With one motion, he flicks his belt loose, letting it dangle as he unbuttons his slacks and slowly runs the zipper down. I swallow hard, eyes locked on the black briefs beneath, but he moves back to his shirt, stripping it completely so I can fully appreciate the perfection of his body. He climbs on the bed, positioning himself over me, the muscles of his arms and shoulders cording tightly.

He unzips my pants and yanks them down until I’m just in my lacy white panties and my blouse, which is pulled down so that one of my breasts is nearly hanging out. He traces my skin with a calloused finger, making me quiver at the slightest touch. I gasp, clutching his wrist hungrily. I want his mouth on me, his tongue inside me. I want him to do all the dirty things he can think of to me. I want it all.

“I don’t want this to jeopardize my job,” I say suddenly. I nearly slap myself. Who cares if you lose your job right now?

He hovers over me, lips twitching into a grin. “You would rather keep your job than fuck me?”

I suck in a breath, meeting his fiery eyes, feeling like my brain is a big bowl of mashed potatoes when I’m around him. “I can’t pay the bills with your cock.” I can’t…what did I just say?

He barks a laugh. “I want to see you choose. What do you want more?”

“Fine,” I say, trying to slide out from beneath him.

He presses me down into the bed with a strong hand. “I didn’t say you could leave.”

“You said you wanted me to choose,” I say, voice sounding small and distant. There’s a darkness in his features I never saw before, something frightening and exciting. What is he going to do? And why do I want him to do whatever it is so badly?

“And you chose. But I didn’t say you could leave.”

“What happens if I try to leave anyway?” I ask, heart pounding.

He leans in so close to my ear that his breath caresses my skin. “Then you say ‘fire’ if you want it to stop, and ‘ice’ if you want it to slow down. Do you understand?”

I frown in confusion and then my eyes widen with realization. It’s like a game. I can end it when I want, but until then...I nod my head, licking my lips. I never knew I had fantasized about this, about being forced to sleep with a man, but now the idea has me incredibly turned on. My skin tingles in anticipation.

“Say it,” he says. “Say you understand.”

“I understand,” I say.

I duck beneath his arms and roll off the bed. I only get one foot on the ground before his hand snatches out and grabs my arm. He yanks me back. I swing out, hand cracking into his cheek. The sound is as loud as a lightning bolt and I immediately clap my hands to my mouth. “Oh God. I’m sorry--”

The shadow of a smirk passes over his face before his features form an angry mask. He flips me over, slapping my ass so hard that I can feel the impression of each of his fingers. God. That hurt, but I’m so aroused that the pain is pleasant somehow, as if it’s intensifying the potential of pleasure, opening my senses up fully so they can experience more. I kick out my leg, trying to free myself and roll back over.

He pushes me down on the bed with arms so powerful that I can’t even make them budge. I run my fingers along his defined biceps and triceps, marveling at how perfectly formed he is. He’s going to force himself on me, and I can’t do anything about it. The helplessness is immensely thrilling. I’ve always been a capable person, and having the control stripped away from me like this by a man so strong is exhilarating. Every time I struggle and fail to stop him, it cements his power over me. One word and it stops, but I don’t want it to.

He points a finger at my face. “I’m going to let you go, but if you move, you’ll regret it. Do you understand?”

I nod my head.

“Open your mouth and suck my cock,” he growls.

A shiver of excitement runs through me. I watch as he strips his unbuttoned slacks off and removes his briefs. His cock springs free, impossibly large. My eyes widen, taking it in. I’ve never thought of a male penis as anything but a tool to get a job done before, but I can’t take my eyes from his throbbing length. It’s not just a tool, it’s perfection, an embodiment of the sexual experience. I find myself wanting nothing more than to wrap my hands around it and explore every inch with my tongue and mouth.

He takes me under the arms and lifts me against the headboard, propping a pillow behind me so that I’m partially sitting. He stands over me, kneeling slightly until his cock is in front of my lips.

“Suck my cock,” he orders.

I don’t need an invitation. My hands start at his knees, moving slowly and purposefully up his thighs, enjoying every peak and valley of his muscle. I open my lips as my left hand cups his balls and my right encircles the base of his length. I have to strain to fit him in my mouth without scraping my teeth on his cock. It’s so damn big. I swirl my tongue around the head, taking my time as I lick him inch by inch and using my hands as skillfully as I can.

I look up to see his face and love the way his eyebrows are drawn together while he watches me. “That’s good. Fuck. Yeah,” he groans.

I move faster, hand sliding along his length while my other roams his body, unable to get enough of him. He pushes his hips into me, making me struggle not to gag as his cock goes deep into my throat. Just when I’m wondering if my jaw and mouth can keep it up much longer, he pulls back from me, kneeling to rip my panties free.

“Don’t rip those,” I say.

He gives me a sharp look, not breaking eye contact as he grabs the waistband of my panties and snaps it in one smooth motion. I purse my still-sore lips and try to slap him again. He catches my wrist, pinning it about my head. With his other hand, he yanks my blouse over my head, letting go of my hand just long enough to take it completely off and throw it to the floor. He grabs my hips and slides me down so I’m lying flat on the bed. I struggle to fight him with my other hand but he grabs that too, pinning both my hands over my head. He leans down like an animal, taking my bra in his mouth and yanking his head back until the straps at the back give.

Jesus Christ. What am I going to wear on my way home when this is all done? At this rate it will be a towel from his bathroom. But I can’t make myself care. Being near him is like looking into the sun. I can’t see or feel anything else for too long, he outshines everything, demanding my focus and threatening to burn me alive with his heat.

“I’m going to fuck you without a condom,” he says. “I’m going to cum on your tits when I’m done.”

I grit my teeth, so over the edge with excitement that I might not even protest if he had said he was going to cum inside me. “Just fucking do it. Mark me,” I say huskily.

His nostrils flare and his eyes move to my pussy. He positions his cock at my entrance and thrusts. I cry out, moving my head to the side to stifle my cries against the pillow. His hands hold mine above my head as he works himself into me bit by bit, stretching my walls in a pleasant pain. I can’t believe he’s fitting all of himself into me, but he is. Somehow. Every time he pushes into me, he seems to get deeper, wider.

It’s not long until my entire world is blinding white pleasure. I can’t feel anything but the fullness between my legs and the mounting pressure of imminent orgasm. I’m going to cum, and it’s going to be so hard that I’m afraid I’ll wake up Gage. Hell, I’m afraid I’ll wake up the whole building. I hook my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, urging him to pound into me harder and deeper. Faster.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. I look up into his face, taking a moment to admire how beautiful the man fucking me is. His full lips are slightly parted, sharp eyebrows drawn as his dark eyes look down into mine. His hair is in perfect disarray, jolting each time his hips drive into mine. “I’m going to cum.”

The pleasure mounts until I don’t think it can grow any more, and then it bursts. Like floodgates opening, it washes through me, destroying everything in its path--fear, doubt, anxiety. He pulls free of me and stands on his knees over me, stroking himself as hot cum sprays on my bare tits. I press them together, squirming as the orgasm rocks me to my core. He sinks down on the bed beside me and we both lay staring at the ceiling in satisfied silence.

It’s nearly three minutes before the last shivers of my orgasm finally subside. I sigh in complete satisfaction. “I think I could make this a new Christmas Eve tradition,” I say.

“Good. I was thinking we could practice for next year. What about tomorrow night?”

I turn to smile at him. “What about tomorrow morning?”

“You’re right,” he says. “I guess I did destroy your clothes so you’ll just have to stay with me until we can order you something new. It’ll have to be standard shipping though. I can’t afford rush deliveries.”

I smirk. “I have to feed my cat.”

He gives me a baffled look. “Your fucking cat? I’ll send someone over to bring it here. You’re not leaving. Not yet at least.”

I roll to face him, nuzzling my face against his chest. “What about Gage?”

“He has been trying to set me up with women since he could crawl. He’ll be over the moon if you are around the house for a few days. Or longer.”

My heartbeat races. I don’t know yet if things will work between us. He’s sexy as hell, charming, wealthy, a good father, and runs a successful business. I know that, but I don’t know if we’ll like the same TV shows or agree on the same restaurants or if he’ll get annoyed when I leave my toothbrush out on the sink. But I’m perfectly happy to stick around until I find out, and I have a feeling it’s going to take more than a few arguments over toothbrushes to chase me away from a guy like him. My Christmas gift came a day early.