The elevator is mercilessly slow.

I hug my chest, squeezing my coat closed. Blake slips his hand under it and strokes my outer thigh with his thumb.

I'm naked under here and he's touching me and there's a nice older woman riding the elevator with us. She's prim and proper. Exactly the type you'd expect in a building like this.

Finally, the elevator stops.

The doors pull apart.

She shoots us a curious look as she steps into the hallway. It's like she knows I'm naked under here. Maybe she does. Maybe it's all over my face.

The doors slide together.

We're alone. There's a camera in the ceiling, but we're alone.

Blake moves in front of me, blocking the view of the security camera.

He undoes the buttons of my coat and slides it open.

I'm naked in the elevator.

On display for him.

It makes me so fucking hot.

It's exhilarating.

He runs his fingertips down my body. Lips. Neck. Chest. Stomach. They stop just below my belly button.

Then lower.

Lower.

Almost.

His eyes stay glued to mine.

He shifts his hand another millimeter lower.

His expression stays intense. In control.

Ding. Penthouse. Blake's floor. His apartment takes up the entire floor.

We step into the hallway. He pulls my coat off my shoulders and lays it over his arm.

I'm naked in the hallway.

No one can see—you need a key card to access the floor—but still.

I'm naked in the hallway.

He opens the door and motions after you. It's absurd, him politely holding my jacket and opening the door for me after ordering me to strip and suck him off in the back of a car. With a driver watching.

He's the ultimate gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets.

The apartment is dark. The lights of the city flow through the window.

I hug my chest reflexively.

Blake's hand slides over my shoulder. He presses the door closed and clicks the lock. "Hands at your sides. I want to look at you."

My breath hitches.

He stares at me, his eyes wide with lust. He likes what he sees. He likes looking at me.

And I like him looking at me.

It's a prefect arrangement, really.

"Turn around," he demands.

I do.

It's such a strange sensation. I'm exposed. Vulnerable. But I like it. I like him looking at me, thinking about me, wanting me.

He moves closer, placing his body behind mine. His lips on my neck. His hands on my ass.

His fingertips skim my sex.

It pours gasoline on the fire raging inside me.

"Turn around," he says.

I do. I slide my arms around his neck and press my lips to his.

He kisses back. It's hard. Hungry. Like he needs this as much as I do.

Like he needs me as much as I need him.

Blake slides his hands under my ass. He lifts me into the air and holds my body against his. I hook my legs around his waist and squeeze him with my thighs.

He carries me like I'm weightless.

We move into the bedroom.

He throws me back on the bed. I land with a soft thud. The foam mattress absorbs all the impact.

He doesn't play around.

He climbs on top of me and pins me to the bed.

The weight of his body sinks into mine. He's heavy and warm. His cock is straining against his slacks, pressing against my sex.

Fabric is between us.

Again.

I'm really starting to despise fabric.

He reaches for something—a length of rope with a cuff at the end. It's part of an under-the-bed restraints system.

He cuffs my hand and squeezes the rope tight. Then he does the same with my other hand.

My upper body is stuck in place.

I'm at his mercy.

But then, I was already at his mercy.

Blake drags his lips over my body. Mouth. Neck. Chest. Stomach. Just below my belly button.

His breath is warm against me. His mouth is inches from my sex. So. Damn. Close.

He nips at my inner thigh. I shift my hips, desperately trying to make contact. He ignores my plea, dragging his lips all the way to my ankle. He undoes the buckle of my shoe and slides it off my foot. Then there's something else around my ankle.

Rope. Another cuff.

He's gentle about sliding off my other shoe.

My breath hitches. My heart races. Nerves rise up in my stomach as he cuffs my other ankle. I trust him. But this is a lot.

I'm immobile.

I shift, testing the restraints. They're tight. I have a few inches of wiggle room at best.

He moves off the bed. A drawer opens. Then he's back on the bed, his crotch planted over mine.

He feels so good against me. It pushes all my nerves away. It pushes away every thought but more.

"Careful." He lifts my head and pulls something over it. A blindfold. "Comfortable?"

The world is dark. It sends my body into overdrive. Every inch of me is buzzing.

I need him to touch me.

Kiss me.

Fuck me.

I need everything.

"Yes," I say.

"Good." He shifts off the bed again.

There are sounds. Footsteps. He's leaving. What the hell?

I tug at the restraints but there's no give. I have no choice but to wait for him.

Anticipation fills me slowly.

My limbs, my chest, my stomach—everything gets light. Every inch of me gets desperate. A buzz spreads through my torso, down my legs, up my arms, all the way to my fingers and toes.

His footsteps get closer. He's coming back. He's going to touch me. I need him to touch me.

I can hear Blake undressing. A button shifting out of a hole. A zipper undoing. Pants dropping to the floor.

Tension builds inside me. It's like I'm climbing up a roller-coaster, desperately anticipating the release of the drop.

He shifts onto the bed. Parts of his body press against mine. An arm, a hand, his chest. His bare skin sends a shiver down my spine. We're close.

A cap is undone, and I instantly smell chocolate. My thighs shake. That must be...

He squeezes the bottle. His fingers slide over my lips. Chocolate sauce. Dark and sweet and just a little bit sticky.

I lick it off my lips, savoring the feel of it on my tongue. He squeezes the bottle again then slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck hard. I get every drop.

Blake draws a line over my collarbone, my breasts, down my stomach. I arch my back, buck my hips. It's the only movement I've got.

He straddles me. Fabric presses against my sex. Dammit. His boxers are in the way.

I shift to press my sex against his cock. He feels so good, so close, even with the fabric between us.

He pins my hips to the bed. "Not yet."

My breath hitches.

His commands fan the fire inside me, but I need him touching me.

Waiting is torture.

His breath gets harder.

Heavier.

Like this is killing him as much as it's killing me.

He drags his hands up my sides and over my shoulders.

His lips brush my skin.

He licks the chocolate sauce off my neck. With soft strokes. Then hard ones.

He moves down my body, licking every drop of syrup.

He stops at my nipples to suck hard. The pressure is so intense it hurts, but it's a good hurt. A fucking amazing hurt.

My back relaxes. I sink into the bed under his weight. I soak in the feeling of his tongue.

He traces his steps back up my neck like he's making sure to get every drop.

He kisses me. He claims me with his tongue. He tastes like chocolate and sugar and sweat. He tastes fucking good.

I gasp as Blake releases our kiss.

I arch my back like I'm begging him to take me to the edge.

He doesn't. He stays slow. He stays merciless.

He licks his way down my stomach, lapping up every bit of syrup. My sex clenches.

He's at my belly button. Then below it.

So damn close.

He sucks on the skin of my inner thigh then moves down to my knee. Then to the other leg and back up again.

His teeth scrape my skin.

Almost.

So… close…

I shift my hips, begging him for release.

He nips at my inner thigh.

Lower.

Higher.

The other leg.

Higher.

Almost.

There.

His tongue slides over my folds.

My body screams with relief. His mouth feels so fucking good against me.

I relax into his touch. I let go of controlling any bit of this.

He sucks on my folds. Then scrapes his teeth against them. Not hard enough to hurt. Only hard enough to feel amazing.

He moves to the other side and does the same thing.

He tortures me with his mouth, winding me up, taking me closer, licking me up and down.

Pleasure shoots through me as his tongue flicks against me. There's no way to move. There's nothing I can do to contain the sensation.

I groan his name. But it's not enough. The intensity is overwhelming.

He licks me with a steady rhythm. It's exactly what I need.

Tension builds inside me. Faster and harder and deeper.

Almost.

He pulls back.

I cry out. "Please."

His teeth scrape my inner thigh.

"Blake..."

"Louder."

"Blake. Please... Blake. I need to come. Please."

He flicks his tongue against me.

"Blake. Please…"

He pins my pelvis to the bed, holding me in place as he licks me.

Pleasure builds inside me. It winds tighter and tighter.

Then everything unleashes.

My orgasm sends me into free fall.

My sex clenches. Pleasure radiates through my belly and thighs.

"Blake," I groan.

I come down, panting in a desperate bid to catch my breath.

He shifts. Fabric moves. He must be taking off his boxers.

Almost…

He pins my shoulders to the bed.

His knees nudge my thighs apart.

I can feel his warmth against my sex.

I arch my back, trying to meet him, but I'm not close enough.

He digs into my skin, shifting his weight into my hips.

Almost.

His tip slides over my clit. Over my sex.

He teases me.

Again.

Again.

"Blake." I arch my hips, pushing him deeper. "Please."

Still, he teases again.

Again.

"Please," I breathe. It's the only word in my head. Please. Please everything.

He teases again and again.

And again.

I'm ready to scream when he finally slides inside me.

It's fast. One hard thrust. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good. I feel so fucking whole.

Pleasure shoots through my limbs. I'm back on that ride, ready to climb all the way to the top. He's taking me there. He's taking me to another free fall.

He thrusts into me fast and hard. His breath catches.

He groans as he sinks into me.

My nipples scrape against his chest. He nips at the skin on my neck. Groans into my ear.

I can't move. I can't do anything but soak in the feeling of our bodies connecting.

And fuck, it feels so good.

All his skin against mine.

Him driving inside me.

With a few more thrusts, I'm at the edge. Then I'm there, my sex pulsing as I come.

I groan his name again and again.

I shake. I shudder. I rock my hips against him.

But it's not enough. I don't have time to come down. He's still driving inside me.

It hurts, but in a good way.

Blake fucks me.

There's no other way to describe it.

A groan overtakes him.

He goes harder.

Harder.

His nails sink into my skin.

His body shakes.

"Kat," he groans.

One more thrust, and an orgasm overtakes him. He comes inside me. He rocks into me as he spills every drop.

When he's finished, he collapses next to me. Kisses my neck.

A few shifts of his weight on the bed and he's taking off my restraints. The ankles first, then the wrists. I curl my body to wrap it around his.

Blake pulls off my blindfold. I blink my eyes open and stare into his.

"You okay?" he asks.

I nod as I sink into his touch.

Right now, I'm perfect.

I'm exactly where I need to be.