She moaned. “Yes! All of you.”

He chuckled. “All, huh. Think you can take what I give you?”

She cried out, grinding back, trying to impale herself on his hard member.

“Not so fast, love. You gotta ask. What do you want me to do, Cecily?”

She threw her head back and almost snarled. “Fuck me, Chase. Fuck me, HARD!”

With a guttural exhale, he drove his cock balls deep, pulling back again to drive it rough and hard over and over. Cecily fisted the bedspread, her fingers white as he pounded her pussy. She threw her head back, her dark hair a cloud around her, the soft strands hitting Chase’s chest, and he practically growled as her pussy convulsed around his full length, her walls squeezing his cock as she came.

Her body tensed, wave after wave hitting. Chase gripped her slick skin, his hands wrapped around her hips. He pulled out one last time, reaching to spread her glossy juice over her ass. He spread her cheeks again, but this time he pressed his thick head to her tight hole.

Cecily’s body went rigid, but he cupped her between her legs and circled her clit, his fingers buried deep in her cunt. “Every inch of me, for every inch of you, Cecily.” He pinched her clit and she sucked a breath through her teeth. “Can you take my length, love? Every thick, throbbing inch?”

She looked over her shoulder and her dark eyes were even darker. “Do it! Fuck my ass!”

With a groan, he pushed his thick cock through her taut hole, her tight, sensitive ring spreading to take everything he gave. Cecily hissed, and he knew it was from the alien feel. He pinched her clit again, teasing her even as her tense channel squeezed his cock. “So tight. So fucking tight!”

Pulling back, he plunged again, this time her body ready and waiting for the assault. Riding the wave between pleasure and pain, Cecily ground her ass back, taking him even deeper. The feel of him in her ass and the matching pressure of his fingers in her pussy drove her over the edge, and as she came again, Chase cried out, his cock pulsing deep hot jets. He held her hips as every drop milked from his member, only slumping forward when he was done.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmured against her damp skin.

She chuckled beneath his weight, craning to look at him. “You think?”

Chase kissed the sweaty hollow, nuzzling the back of her neck before sliding to one side and gathering Cecily in his arms, tight. “How about we make this a nightly thing? You. Me. Mind-blowing sex?”

She laughed. “Unless you can bend time and space, it’ll be kind of hard with me in New York and you in Boston.”

He looked at her, his eyes not moving from her smiling gaze. “Not if you marry me.”

A little stunned, Cecily went up on one elbow. “Did I just hear you right? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Chase nodded. “Yes. I think we should do it. Marriage is a gamble, regardless. People tie the knot thinking they know the other person inside and out, and more times than not they wind up sleeping next to a stranger. We’re already strangers.” He shrugged. “So, we work backwards, but with a couple of points in our favor.”

Her lips parted, almost speechless. “Points? Like what?”

“I like you and you like me, for one. That’s a plus, trust me. I know some married couples who can’t stand being in the same room with each other. Add incredible sex to the mix and it’s a winning start. Besides, it’s only for a year, right?”

Cecily couldn’t help stiffening a bit. “Wow. Putting it that way really puts an ice-cold eye on the subject. Now I know why you were so stunned when I brought it up.”

“I was stunned. We knew each other, what? Twelve hours?” He slipped two fingers under her chin. “Things have shifted a bit. I know you a little better, plus there’s the fact I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Still—” she hedged. This was what she wanted, but now that Chase agreed, she wasn’t so sure.

He shook his head. “You didn’t let me finish, Cecily. Yeah, the deal was for one year, but the way I look at it, the deal is one year with an option for another after that, and so forth and so on.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Was he for real? “I suppose that’s all anyone really signs up for. One day at a time, right?”

He flashed a gorgeous grin, giving her nose a peck. “Well, technically it’s until death do us part, but with our case we’ll take that under advisement.”

She looked at him, all joking gone. “Are you sure you want to do this, Chase? There are papers to sign and legal junk that needs to be taken care of first.”

He nodded, cupping her chin. “Yes. I’m game if you are.”

She had to stop herself from squealing like a little girl. “When do you want to do this?”

He shrugged. “Why not now? This is Vegas. All we need is a Justice of the Peace or one of those internet ministers. Hell, they even have drive-thru wedding chapels where you can get fries with your marriage license.”

“Now?” Cecily balked.

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged again.

Her brows pulled together. “Uhm, maybe because I smell like a well-fucked whore from the strip.”

He brushed her lips with his. “You’re no whore, but I’d say you were definitely well-fucked. My scent is all over you and I love it.”

She giggled. “Are you sure you’re not part shifter, because that’s definitely something an alpha male would say.”

He dragged the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip before leaning in to tug it between his teeth. His mouth took hers again as his hand slipped between her legs. “Don’t you want this?” he whispered against her lips.

Cecily sucked in a breath as his fingers spread her tender folds again. “I do.”

“Perfect,” he murmured. “Keep those words handy.”