I looked down at my phone – again – and saw that Slade had called – again. I ignored the call and let it go to voicemail.

Again.

I didn’t want to talk to my brothers. We didn’t have anything we needed to say to each other now. Last night, Grandfather had told all of us that he’d made all the arrangements for his funeral years ago and had met with Ms. K regularly to keep everything up-to-date. Everything had already been paid for, and once he passed, all I would need to do is let Ms. K know, and she’d take care of everything else.

Which meant I didn’t have anything I needed to do, including talk to my brothers.

I wished I had something to do. Anything to get my mind off how my horrible day had gotten even worse.

When I left Syll’s place an hour or so ago, I automatically came back home. By the time I thought of going to the office, I was already home, and the snow had been coming down twice as hard. I knew that even if I did decide to brave the weather, I wouldn’t have anything at work to do, and Hunter Enterprises had almost as many memories of Grandfather as the house did.

Besides, the only scotch I had at the office was for the occasional drink after closing a deal. It was good stuff, but I never indulged in drinking for pleasure, not even when I worked late or on a weekend. Drinking at home, however, wasn’t a problem for me at all.

I’d taken a shower first though. I needed to get her scent off me. It’d driven me crazy the whole way home.

It hadn’t helped.

I was currently sitting in front of one of my floor-to-ceiling windows, working my way through my third glass of scotch, and I still couldn’t quit thinking about Syll.

If I closed my eyes, I could still taste her on my tongue, stronger than any alcohol. The first time I’d kissed her had been nothing compared to this afternoon. Hot and sweet, so eager. Then, watching her come on my leg…I could only imagine what it would be like to make her come on my mouth, on my cock. The sounds she would make. The things she would say…

“Fuck,” I muttered as I thought about listening to her talk dirty. Keeping her on the edge of orgasm and not letting her come until she told me everything that she wanted me to do to her, all the secrets she was keeping.

I frowned as a sound cut through my little daydream. A dinging sound that it took me a moment to recognize. Someone was ringing my doorbell. I considered ignoring it, but then I remembered that my brothers were in town, and I doubted they still had their house keys.

Grumbling nonsense, I stood up and made my way downstairs, half-hoping they’d be gone by the time I got there. I wasn’t in any mood for company.

“I’m sorry.”

I processed the words before my brain recognized that the person in front of me wasn’t one of my brothers. Syll was covered with snow, but I could still see her shivering as she peered up at me, looking as miserable as I felt.

“I was an asshole.”

And she sounded like she’d been drinking a little too.

I stepped to the side and gestured for her to come inside. I shut the door behind her and then turned around, unsure what I was going to say to her.

I wasn’t prepared, however, for her to launch herself at me. I caught her out of pure reflex, but I couldn’t stop the groan as her body collided with mine. She pressed her lips against mine, the kiss sloppy and uncontrolled, but there was a hunger in it that I recognized all too well.

I took two steps back, then leaned down to set her feet on the floor. “What are you doing here?”

“Well,” she blew out a sigh as she started to shake the snow off her coat. “I felt like coming to see you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And what does your boyfriend think about that?”

“Pfft.” She scowled. “My boyfriend’s an even bigger asshole than I am.”

I reached out and took her hand, wincing at how icy her fingers were. “I don’t like you calling yourself that.”

“But I was,” she insisted. “Kissing you when I was with Billy the asshole.”

Her words weren’t slurred, but she was definitely buzzed. I had a feeling she wouldn’t have come here if she wasn’t, but it didn’t change the facts.

“Then why did you come here and kiss me again?” I asked. I found myself almost smiling as she almost fell over trying to take off her boot, then reminded myself that nothing had changed. “If that makes you an asshole like your boyfriend?”

She came over to me and tipped her head back, so she could meet my gaze. “I misspoke. He’s my asshole ex-boyfriend.”

I regarded her for a moment, and then asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head. “He’s been fucking one of my waitresses for months. Nothing to talk about.”

Ouch. “Want a drink?”

She shook her head again. “Already had one. Or three. Now I want to fuck.”

Just when I’d thought my day couldn’t get any weirder.

“Syll,” I started.

She stepped closer and slid her hands under my shirt. My muscles twitched at the cold, but I didn’t move. My nipples hardened as her fingers slid over them, and my blood rushed south.

“I’m not asking for anything but sex,” she said. “I don’t want to think about anything, and I don’t think you do either. What do you say we help each other out?”

There was one thing I had to know before I answered, “Why me?”

“Because I like you,” she said. “Even though I hate you for trying to buy my bar.”

I wasn’t even going to try to figure out that logic.

“You smell good, and you’re hot.” She ran her hands down my torso and then hooked her fingers into my waistband. “Plus, you made me come, and it’s been a long while since someone besides me has done that.”

That was good enough for me.

* * *

The bed in the closest guestroom was only a queen, and it didn’t have any of the little additions I’d made to several of the other beds in the house but getting her naked was more important than having all of my toys.

“Pants off, now,” I said as I stripped off my jeans. Both of us had shed our shirts somewhere in the hall, and I drank in the sight of her bra-bound breasts again. “That off too.”

She grinned at me as she shimmied out of her pants, her flesh jiggling delightfully. I’d never thought of myself as having a type, but after tonight…

I kicked my pants off to the side and wrapped my hand around my cock, watching her slip off her bra and reveal a pair of the most perfect tits I’d ever seen. I stroked myself slowly, blocking out everything except what I had in this room right now.

“Panties.”

“You’re bossy.”

But she obeyed, and that was what was important.

“On all fours,” I said when she was completely naked. “On the bed.”

“I’ve got to warn you,” she said as she climbed onto the bed. “I’m counting on you making me come again, and I’ve never come in this position.”

I crossed to the bed and reached down to grab her hair, twisting it so that she was now looking at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire. “I have two rules. One, if I do anything you don’t like, you tell me.”

“Okay.”

“And two, I don’t want to hear about the shitty lovers you’ve had in the past. Tonight, I’m going to make sure you forget your own name.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” she said, her voice breathless. I tightened my hand, and she gasped but didn’t protest. “Now, let’s talk about your punishment.”

“My what?”

The hand not tangled in her hair came down on her ass with a smack hard enough to make her yelp.

“I think you need to be punished for what happened before.” I slapped her ass again. “Don’t you think?”

She swallowed hard, telling me she was new at this, but she didn’t tell me no, so I was going to take that as a positive. We wouldn’t get into anything too extreme, but after the day I had, I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t get a little rough. I released her hair and spanked the other side of her ass just to even things out. Then I squeezed her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. She sucked in air as I slid my thumb down her crease and stopped at the puckered ring of muscle. I brushed over it, letting her catch her breath again.

“Not tonight,” I said softly. I wasn’t even sure why I said it, because tonight was all we had talked about. Still, the thought of taking her ass was one that made me wonder if maybe this didn’t have to be the only time.

I slid my hands around her hips, up her ribcage, and palmed her breasts. My cock slid between her ass cheeks as I pinched her nipples between my fingers, tightening my grip until she shivered. I straightened then, smacking her ass again with one hand, and reaching into a bedside drawer with the other. I ripped open the wrapper with my teeth and then rolled the condom on.

“Now,” I said, “let’s see if I can’t get you off like this.”