I ’m doing it again.

I’m going down a dark path I know is wrong. I told myself a hundred times before showing up at Chelle’s Brooklyn to leave her alone. Let Miss Carrington have one fun night before starting work. Stay out of it, Logan .

But I never listen. I never learn. I smell trouble on the horizon, and I’m speeding straight for it .

She’s right—I’m a control freak. Which has its advantages. Bringing Miss Carrington home when I’m feeling volatile and possessive, however, isn’t one of them. I only meant to spy on her, make sure she wasn’t a total drunk or pothead or whatever. I honestly wouldn’t have cared if she’d had one drink, as long as she left the bar on time to get a decent night’s sleep. But the moment I saw those dudes circling her—and yes, their sights were set on her, not her friend—I couldn’t help it .

When we pull into the building, I open her side door and offer my hand .

She stares at it a moment before looking up at me, one leg hanging out the side of my Lamborghini. In that little black dress with the peek-a-boo swath of sheer fabric across the chest, she’s driving me insane, even when it was from the hidden corner of the bar. Now, giving me those unsure, sexy eyes, I’m instantly hard and fighting to control my breath .

Paisley steps out, and I close the car door, showing her the way to the private elevator. “I would imagine it gives you trouble,” she says .

“What does?” I catch every detail of her strong legs, her pedicured toes inside her strappy heels, and her guarded, stiff walk .

“Being in control of everything .”

I see she’s still stuck on that. “How so?” Reaching the elevator, I press the call button and watch the arrow turn downward .

“Well, any woman you’re with must hate it.” She gives me a look from the corner of her eye. I study her face to determine if she’s teasing or completely serious .

I decide it’s both. She bites her lip which tells me she’s holding back a smile. My cock stiffens even more. This girl has a lick of attitude. She doesn’t mind pushing my buttons, even if it means putting her job at risk. But she does it so calmly, I can’t bring myself to be mad at her. You can’t blame someone for telling the truth .

“I don’t get any complaints in that department,” I say, watching the elevator numbers finally reach the thirties, then the twenties …

Her bottom lip quivers. She’s thinking hard about her next words, weighing the consequences. She wants to cross into flirting territory but she’s afraid. Still, she will. Because she wants me. I see it in her body language. Trembling. Restrained. Fighting to stay professional. Her desire is a side effect of my having controlled her back at the bar. Works every time .

“I think you like being controlled.” I shouldn’t go there. But it’s too late. It’s out there, and I’ve crossed the line. I can’t help it. As much as I love control, I love it because I’m really weak at heart. And Paisley Carrington has done what no other woman has been able to do in a very, very long time if ever—weaken me .

Her head shakes quickly side to side. The elevator dings. “No. I don’t .”

The door opens .

“Are you sure?” I ask, stepping in and watching her full, womanly form step in and stand next to me. She looks straight ahead. Scared to look at me. I feel the heat radiating off her body without even touching her .

One little sigh .

The closing of her eyes that tell me she’s fighting. Fighting hard .

Take it. Take her kiss and don’t ask permission. I’m not this new breed of simpering man who wants to talk about feelings and asks before he does every little thing he wants to do .

Paisley doesn’t need that kind of man. She needs me .

Before I can argue with myself that I have no room in my life for giving Paisley Carrington what she doesn’t know she wants, that I’m still in the middle of a divorce and should probably close one door before I open another, I’m pulling her into my arms and landing hard with my back against the elevator wall. Blindly, I press the PH for my floor .

I hear a gasp and see the shocked look in her pale eyes before my lips press against hers. Now, they’re blue—her eyes. I love the way they change depending on her mood. Must remember—blue = horny as fuck. I taste the sweetness of her breath and the tartness of the lemon. Clean, pure taste. She really was keeping it clean at the bar .

Her heartbeat pounds against my chest. My hands hold onto her neck and lower back, as I draw her into me. I have to feel her body. Have to push my straining cock against the warmth radiating between her legs. The heat doesn’t lie. Neither does her gravitation toward me. “Mr. Raider, I …”

“Stop anytime you want.” I stroke her hair, push it behind her ears, grip her chin and make her look at me. “But I know what you want, Paisley. I knew it the moment you stepped into my car .”

“But you told me to.” She breathes against my mouth, eyes scanning mine .

“And you listened.” I kiss her again. The elevator races higher. Paisley feels weak in my hold. My tongue explores the inside of her mouth, the hotness of her lips and tongue. Her gasps for breath and the raw openness of her parted mouth drive me to higher levels of insanity. I imagine her dropping to her knees and taking my rock-solid dick into her mouth. I want to fuck that lovely throat. I want to spin her around and fuck her against the elevator glass .

But we’ve reached the penthouse level, and the door opens .

We continue to kiss as we stumble out and I slam her against the front door, the one she stood in front of this very morning, trying to talk herself into being confident. I watched her through the security camera and secretly wished she’d go away. Once I saw how gorgeous she actually was, how different from her picture, I wanted nothing to do with her .

Because I knew it’d lead to this .

I may not trust women in my life anymore, but I trust myself least of all .

The door opens, and we slip inside the warm interior of my house. The door closes and now we’re kissing our way to the couch in my living room. The fire is on, filling the room with scents of toasted cedar wood. I could stop kissing her. I could leave her wet and reeling, tell her this was a momentary lapse of judgment, and I’ll see her in the morning .

But my body wins out over my brain, and besides, now she’s the one pulling me into her, grabbing me by the jacket lapel and insisting I drop down on top of her. Are we on the floor or couch? I can’t think. But I do know this—she can’t control me. Not in life, not on this couch .

“Logan…”

“I’m sorry, what did you call me?” I ask, standing and pulling her up with me. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it my way. I turn her around facing toward the fire, and hold her wrists behind her back .

“Mr. Raider, I’m…I’m so confused.” Her back arches, as I hold her wrists firmly with one hand and pull the zipper of her dress down with the other .

“Are you ?”

“I don’t know .”

“Because your body seems to know you better than you do. If you’re not turned on, then I’ll stop this instant. But if you’re as hot and wet as I know you are, then I get to control you. All the way to the end.” I wait for a protest, but there is none. My fingers travel down her back, slide underneath her ass, as I grab the firmness there. She lets out a little gasp. I slip my hand between her legs .

Knew it. She’s wet. Soaking wet. So fucking sexy .

“Shit,” she mumbles .

“Damn straight, sweetness.” I smile to myself. “Let the dress drop, Miss Carrington.” I step away and wait while she slides out of her dress, letting it hit the floor. White panties and bra, which only makes my cock so stiff, it hurts like fucking hell .

I undo her bra and let it fall away. Her silhouette from behind is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. How I ever looked at her photo and thought she looked unremarkable is crazy. I have to see the whole thing. Spinning her around, my eyes fall on her medium, but round, tits, her rosy nipples hard and aching for me to touch them .

“Slide out of your panties,” I tell her, keeping control of my voice. She can’t possibly know how much she’s affecting me. She does as I command and pushes the white lacy panties down, revealing her slick mound, which makes me want to throw her on the couch and lick it all up .

Paisley’s open mouth fights for breath. Her shut eyes tell me she’s never done this or maybe never to this level. Clearly, no one has ever made her feel this way before. “Remove my belt. Then my pants,” I instruct. She needs to undress me. She needs to own her desire, understand that she wants this just as much as I do .

Giving a little nod, she reaches for me. With trembling fingers, she begins to undo my belt, tripping up a bit, then biting her lip as she opens the buckle and searches for the zipper. Finding it, she slides it down, pushes on the pants, and they fall .

“Good. Now, see how hard you’ve made me?” I ask, reaching down and cupping her one tit, playing with its nipple. She gasps, closing her eyes again, and nods in silence. I’ve rendered her speechless. This is right where I want her. “Pull off my shorts and look at what you’ve done .”

She fumbles with the shorts then hooks her fingers around the waistband and slides the whole thing down. My cock springs forth, curving toward her mouth like it belongs in her face, fucking her throat until I come in it. I know it’s my brain just going insane, and I have to take it slowly. Not ready for that yet. I want to make her come first .

“Lie down, Paisley. Open your legs and show me your pussy .”

She tries to say something, but it comes out a hoarse whisper. Doing as I command, she lies back against the cushions and timidly parts her legs. Seeing her pussy glistening wet and bright pink and wanting release so desperately, I kneel between her legs, drop down to kiss her again, then blaze a hot tongue trail down her neck and chest. These tits—I have to taste them, push them into my mouth, one then the other .

Paisley gasps, fingers sliding into my hair. I would nuzzle and suckle on her tits all night if I could. She has no idea how much that would mean to me if I was in a different kind of mood. But I don’t want to give her the satisfaction yet. Of knowing I adore her body. That I imagine these breasts doing their job, nourishing a baby we might make together in another lifetime. I’m intelligent enough to know these are just hormones talking, testosterone and pheromones wanting to possess her, fill her with my seed, and make her mine .

And for tonight, she will be mine .

Just once .

Because this can’t happen again .

Part of me wishes I could just plow my cock into her, ram her hard and make this possession a reality, but I can tell she’s inexperienced and needs my hands more than anything. I can’t stop touching her. Her skin is smooth and soft all over, and she smells delicious. My mouth travels further down. I need to feel her slick pussy on my tongue. I need to make her come and feel those waves of pleasure rolling off my face .

“I’m going to lick you now, Paisley. But you can’t come until I tell you to, understood ?”

My ear pressed against her body feels the vibration of her agreement. Her fingers curl into my hair and grasp, pulling me closer to her. She’s ready and won’t take long at all before she explodes .

I slide one finger down through her cleft, feeling it dip into her slippery folds. That soaked slit of hers compels me to stop and breathe it in, inhale the essence of her skin, bury my nose into it, searching out her clit like a kitten searching for mother’s milk, while my finger finds the opening of her pussy. Then, as it dips in and feels the tightness of her cunt, I gently lick that juicy cunt. Her clit is just behind it, but I want to tease her first and make her beg for it .

“Beg me to lick you, Miss Carrington .”

“Please…” She sighs. “I’m so close. I just want to come .”

“I know you do, but you can’t yet. Not until I tell you.” My tongue delves deeper until I find that hot kernel, that aching, pulsing button of flesh twitching at the top of her beautiful pussy. Pressing my tongue against it, I hear her gasp and then I slide another finger into her .

Two thick fingers now press deep into her, filling her up a little more. My cock twitches, wanting to bury itself into her body. I’m amazed by how well it’s behaving, but that’s how much I want to please Paisley first .

“Oh…” She groans and moves underneath me .

“No. Not yet.” I breathe against her hot skin then give her a strong lick upwards. I feel the beginnings of an orgasm tightening my face, coming from her thighs, but I pull my tongue away and look up at her. “I said not yet. Only when I tell you .”

“I can’t help it,” she whispers .

“Yes, you can. You must not disobey me, Miss Carrington, or you won’t get this again. If you do, I won’t be this nice again.” I press my tongue against her and circle it, flicking her clit to either side, kissing it, making love to it. Suddenly, my willpower takes a hit, and I want her whole pussy against my face .

“But I can’t, Mr. Raider. I can’t hold it in anymore.” Her hips buck up against me, her soft flesh smashes up against my mouth. I open my lips big and wide to receive her. I know she can’t take it. I know she has to come. And regardless of what I’ve said, I want her to. I’m compelled with the need to taste her completely .

She comes hard, her pussy rising up, flushing with heat. Moans fill the living room, and I swear, it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Wetness gushes over my fingers. I pull them out and taste it, sliding up her body to bring them to her as an offering. With her mouth open, I push my fingers onto her tongue. “This is you. Delicious .”

She tastes herself and sucks on my fingers. The action makes me want her completely. My own willpower begins to wane. “But I told you that you couldn’t come yet, Miss Carrington. You’ve disobeyed me .”

“I’m sorry,” she says, sitting up onto her elbows, blinking as though she’s just awoken from a dream. “I tried, but I’m not used to this. I’ve only been with one other person .”

Ah. That explains it. And suddenly, I’m wanting her even more knowing I’m the first man to really show her how sex is done. It’s all a mind fuck, and the sooner she learns that, the sooner she’ll be begging for it every night. Her future husband can thank me later .

Standing between her legs now off the edge of the sofa, I hold my cock at eye level. “As punishment, you’re going to beg for my cock in your mouth .”

She’s at that point where she could stop, having been satiated by me, or she could continue and go for another. I don’t know if she’s ever had two orgasms in one night before, but she’s going to now whether she likes it or not .

“What do you mean ?”

Her question. So innocent and amusing. I have to smile wickedly. “I mean exactly what I say, Miss Carrington. Remember how I told you not to lie to me? To tell me honestly what you’re feeling ?”

“Yes?”

“Take my cock in your hand,” I instruct. Small, shy fingers wrap around my shaft, and I wrap my hand around hers to show her how to hold it. “Firmly. It’s not delicate, hon. It’s a fucking battering ram. Treat it like one .”

“Like this?” She places her other hand over hers, so that she’s double fisting me. And holy fucking shit, I love this. I love seeing a woman’s hands so small, she has to use both to get me off .

“Yes, just like that. Now tell me what you’re thinking,” I say .

Her light green eyes look up at me underneath curved brows. So sexy. So in need of instruction. If I’m not careful, I’m going to want to teach her every night .

“I’m scared of what we’re doing .”

“Why?”

“Because of the implications. I’m scared I won’t be able to do my job right tomorrow .”

“Because you’ll regret this night or because you’ll want to do it again?” I ask. She better give me the right answer .

“Because I’ll want it again .”

“Good girl. That’s the truth. Beg for my cock, Miss Carrington. It’s what you want .”

She doesn’t argue. She doesn’t argue because it’s true. She wants my cock. In her mouth, in her pussy, maybe even in her ass once she realizes it. And from the way her knees naturally spread further apart as she glances up and says, “Please give me your cock, Mr. Raider. In my mouth. Please …”

I know her desire is beginning to build up again .

I shudder just hearing her ask for it .

“Open your mouth and slide it in then,” I tell her. She acquiesces, her plump mouth, that mouth I’ve been studying so carefully from the moment she arrived this morning, opening and allowing my thickness to push its way in. “That’s it .”

My eyes close. I groan. Holy fuck. Her mouth is warm and tight, and she doesn’t need any help knowing what she wants anymore. She begins to suck, eyes closed, as nature takes over and she lets her inhibitions go. She sucks and slowly jerks my cock into her mouth at the same time, wrapping her lips around the fat head then popping those eyes open to look up at me .

“Good girl…” I have to say something to keep from spewing in her mouth. It seems like I’m still controlling her, but the truth is—she’s got me. She had me from the beginning, from the moment she arrived. I was pissed during her interview. I was pissed because I knew we’d end up like this, I knew I’d unwittingly invited this woman into my home and my life, to break me down and screw up the works .

I’m weak and it’s because of this woman. This face. These lips .

As she works me harder, longer, faster, spit and sloppiness hanging off her chin, the beauty of her perfect cock sucking sends me higher and closer to my climax, but I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to come inside her pussy, buried deep .

“Do you want to be fucked, Miss Carrington?” I hold onto her head and fuck her mouth, pretending it’s her wet, slippery cunt for a moment more .

She pulls away, gasps for air, and says in the breathiest tone ever, “Yes .”

“Yes, what, Miss Carrington ?”

“Yes, please fuck me. Please make me come again .”

She doesn’t have to twist my arm, that’s for fucking sure. I lift her to her feet, fold her over the armrest of the couch, and position her ass right where I want her, as she grips the couch in anticipation. At this point, I’ve lost all sense of propriety. I don’t care if this is right or wrong or that I just employed her this morning. I’m about to fuck my nanny, and it’s gone way past the “just one blowjob” phase. It’s now in “I need to claim this pussy” territory .

I’ve no idea why. But I want her to know that I own her. That no sweet boyfriend will ever fuck her as solid and good and long as I will because no man out there is like me. Why it matters that I impress this upon her is a fucking mystery to me .

“Beg me again to fuck you. Push your ass up high and look at me when you say it .”

Her seafoam colored eyes bend my way, just as that plump, perfect ass parts, exposing her aching pussy. It’s swollen and pink all over again. She’s prime for another orgasm. “Fuck me, Mr. Carrington. I beg you, please…” Slowly, to ensure madness on both our parts, I slide into her a little bit at a time. Paisley moans low and long, as her hips push back against me, pleading for more. “More cock, please …”

“More cock? Like this?” Gripping her ass, I pull out for a momentary respite then plow hard and deep into her. Her back arches, as she cries out and asks for it again. I push in one more time, filling her up, burying myself inside of her. I can’t say how good it feels to be one with her, teaching her, taking from her .

I can only fuck her. Faster, little bit at a time, allowing myself to build slowly. Going from a man exercising control over her to some kind of animal outside under a full moon, giving into his primal instincts. She beats back against me, matching me thrust for thrust, moaning and crying and reaching between her legs to give herself a boost, while I continue to fuck her .

To pound her .

To claim her .

She’s mine, she’s mine …

And she knows it. Holding onto the armrest, she gives up trying to safeguard against my strong pummeling and just takes it. Crying out, she lets me hammer her hard, slapping her clit over and over until she’s screaming out loud. Ah, yes, there it is—those gorgeous screams I imagined all day long .

“Do you like it? Is this what you wanted?” I ask, driving harder and harder into her, feeling her delicious shockwaves engulf my cock .

“I love it. I fucking love it, Mr. Carrington. Thank you .”

“For what?” Whatever she says next is going to do me in. She’s talking dirty and has reached that level of pure openness that kills me every time. There’s nothing sexier than a woman losing complete control, both physical and emotional .

“For taking control from me. For fucking me hard and making me come. Thank you, thank you…” Over and over, she thanks me, and it hits me. This gorgeous young woman, who I don’t even deserve, has just shown me her gratitude for making her come undone. For making her abandon all inhibitions and bring out the animalistic side of her .

But it’s what she does next that sends me over the edge .

She reaches back, and using both hands, spreads her pussy for me as I drive into it. Full access. Full permission. Full setting aside of any and all pretenses and showing me what she really wants—for me to finish off and claim her. “Come all over me, Mr. Raider .”

I can’t anymore .

The heat rises up through my balls into my cock and then it comes…the warm flush, radiating all through my body. I groan out loud, gripping her hips, and continue to fuck her hard even as I’m aching with beautiful need, filling her as deeply as I can. But then, I withdraw because I don’t know if she’s on the pill or not and cannot, must not, make another baby, and shoot hot ropes of cum all over her pussy and ass . -

My mind explodes. Amazing. Exquisite .

I ride it out as long as it will go .

Turning her around, I pull her into my arms and kiss her long and deep, because that was indescribable. How could a woman with little experience know what I wanted at the end like that? It’s like she read my mind, like we’ve known each other much longer than one night. I know I should pat her off to bed now and retreat to my own bedroom all alone, but I can’t .

I don’t want to .

Even for just one night, I want her close to me. I made this mess, I brought her here, I acted like a jerk at that bar. And now I want her to know there was reason behind my madness. If she was going to get into trouble tonight, I wanted it to be with me. She’ll sleep with me tonight. God knows we’ve earned a full night of rest .

In the morning, however, it must end .

One thing is pure attraction and professionalism is another. We cannot, must not, do this again. I lead her to my bedroom, knowing full well that she’ll be the first woman to enter it in months. But I don’t really care anymore. At least not tonight. Because I need her a few more hours .