Her mouth was pure sin, her skin rich silk.

And when I pulled her onto my lap, she curled her body around mine like we’d been made for each other. Gripping her lush ass in my hands, I pulled her closer, felt her breasts press against my chest.

This was crazy. Insane.

I fisted my hand in her hair and tugged, drawing her back away from me. Then, eyes on her face, I used my free hand to loosen the clasp at her neck that held up the bodice of her dress.

Her breath hitched.

But she did nothing to stop the fall of the material.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Fuck me.

They were firm and large, filling my hands as I cupped one in each. I leaned in, catching one nipple in my mouth. She arched her hips against me and my cock throbbed in response. With my tongue and teeth, I worked her nipple into a tighter bud, listened to her moan, felt her squirm.

Head spinning from her, from the alcohol, I tore my mouth from her breast and lifted my head.

Decision time.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d fuck her right here in the car.

Eli would never say a word, wouldn't even peek back here, but I wasn’t one to treat a woman like that. “I want you, Allie. Come back to my place.”

She wouldn’t say yes–

Her eyes widened a fraction.

I'd told myself that I'd make the offer and leave it at that, but I couldn't stop myself from continuing to speak.

“It’s wrong. I know it. You probably do too. But I don’t care. I want you.” As her mouth fell open, I slid my hand up her knee to rest it on her thigh. “You want me too.”

Her lashes fluttered, and my heart gave a wild thump. She wasn't pushing me away. Wasn't saying no. She did want me as much as I wanted her.

Shit.

I'd never craved anything as much as I craved her at this moment.

“Are you wet for me?” I asked, pressing my mouth to hers, easing my hand higher.

She whimpered, rolling her hips a fraction. I took the hint and slid my hand along the crease of her thigh, felt the lace of her panties. Nothing but lace and silk separated us. I pressed against her and stared into her eyes.

“You are wet. Decide, Allie. Tell me to stop...or say yes and let me take you home with me.”

She closed her eyes, and I was sure this was done. That I'd never see her again.

Then she breathed out a single word, “Yes.”

It was so faint, I barely heard it, but I did hear it. Something lurched inside me. It might have been guilt. It might have been anticipation. It was probably a mix of both, and I didn’t care because no matter how guilty I felt in the morning, I wasn’t going to turn back now.

I wanted her too much.

Hitting the button that would call Eli, I said, “Take me home, Eli.”

“Of course, sir.” There was nothing in his voice, no emotion, no censure.

Immediately letting go of the button, I turned and put Allie on the seat beneath me. She was soft, but strong too. Gripping her thigh, I squeezed and felt taut muscle under my hand. She arched up under me, her neck falling back. Unable to deny such an invitation, I bent down and scraped my teeth along the curve, felt her shiver. Her breasts were naked against my chest, and I wanted to slide down farther, worship those lush, ripe curves, but if I let my head go too far, I’d never stop kissing her, never stop touching her, and I wasn’t going to take her on the seat of the limo.

She wasn't some quick fuck to satisfy my lust. I wanted more than that. I needed more than that with her.

So I kissed her, caught her lip between my teeth and bit it. She kissed me back, drawing my tongue into her mouth, whimpering when I ground my hips against hers. She shivered when she felt my teeth on her jaw and moaned when I bit her. Then her own teeth nipped at my earlobe, and a bolt of desire went straight to my cock.

I had to fight from pushing her skirt up and yanking her panties off. Just a few quick moves, and I could be inside her, have her wrapped around my dick. Feel that tight heat squeezing me.

“We’re here, sir.”

The voice came from out of nowhere, not making any sense. I cupped Allie’s breast in my hand, ran my thumb over her taut nipple.

“Mr. Lindstrom.”

I shoved upright, realized what had interrupted me – us. Or rather, who. The window was still up between us, but I still automatically moved to shield Allie.

“Thank you, Eli,” I said, my voice ragged.

He climbed out of the driver’s seat while I helped Allie sit up, helped her fasten the dress. Her hair was disheveled, but she still looked beautiful. Lush, sexy...all I could think about was getting her inside my house.

“Are you sure about this?”

“No.” She licked her lips, her cheeks flushing a deep pink under the soft, delicate brown. “But I’m doing it anyway.”

It took only a minute to get inside.

Even less for me to turn and put her up against the front door. I didn’t keep a live-in staff. It was just me here and bringing in a housekeeper once a week was enough to take care of anything I couldn't. Now, I appreciated my privacy even more because I didn't think I could wait any longer for her.

Boosting Allie up, I pinned her between me and the aged oak. “I’ve wanted to taste your mouth since the second I laid eyes on you.” I brushed my nose against hers. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Then why are you?” She stared at me with level eyes.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about this mouth.” I cupped her face and, to prove what I’d told her, I kissed her. It was a deep, full-on kiss, and now I didn’t worry about being seen or being interrupted, so I intended to keep my mouth on hers until neither of us could breathe.

As my lungs began to burn, she slid her hands under my jacket, and I caught them, pinning them over her head. She didn’t resist, but when I lifted my head, her eyes were wide, startled. Our eyes locked as we both struggled to regain our breath.

“If you keep touching me, I’ll lose my head. I’d rather see you lose yours.”

The smile on her face set my balls on fire. “Well…that’s just fine, Jal. But keep in mind…turnabout is fair play.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

I used my free hand to unhook her dress again, but I didn’t let it stop at her waist this time. I nudged it down over her hips until it fell in a blue-green puddle to the floor. She stood there wearing a pair of panties almost the same shade as the dress, and those fucking sexy Cinderella shoes. The punch of lust hit me so hard, I was tempted to spread her legs and fuck her right there against the wall.

But…no.

This was going to last.

This was raw madness, but I was going to make it last.

Taking a step back, I said, “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did so, without hesitation.

Then I carried her down the hall into my office. I didn’t want to make love to her in the bed I sometimes shared with Paisley, didn't want those memories in my mind when I took Allie.

No, I thought. If I was honest, I didn't want my memories of tonight to be marred by Paisley. I wanted Allie somewhere that would let me enjoy remembering what we had, somewhere I would never be with Paisley.

She eyed me nervously as I set her down on my desk. I was neat when it came to business. Almost excessively so, which meant I didn't have anything to clear off, and it was the perfect height for what I wanted to do first. The couch could wait until our next go.

I thoroughly planned on having her as many times as I could tonight.

She shivered a little as I guided her flat, the glass likely cool against her flesh.

“Are you cold?” I asked.

“A bit.” Her nipples were hard points, and goose bumps ran across her skin.

I leaned down and flicked my tongue against one of those chocolate-colored nipples. “You won’t be for long,” I promised.

I stepped back and stripped out of my tuxedo jacket, vest, and tie, tossing them all on a nearby bookshelf. I didn't bother to look to see if they stayed. I freed the first few buttons of my shirt, and then grabbed the chair and brought it around so that I could sit down.

Her cheeks flushed when I tugged her to the edge so that I was between her thighs. I kissed one hipbone as I reached for her hand and tugged her upright. At this level, her breasts were slightly higher, a sweet, open invitation. I caught the tip of one, bit it. She whimpered, and I pulled back, concerned. I thought I'd read her correctly, but maybe not.

“Too hard?”

“No.” It was a raw moan, full of hunger, while her fingers curled in my hair, urging me on. “More.”

I moved to the other one and used more pressure. At the same time, I rested my free hand high on her thigh and stroked my thumb down her slit. She still wore her panties, but they weren’t enough to keep me from feeling the rush of heat. She squirmed trying to get more pressure, but I pulled my hand away. Rising, I kissed her, harder, rougher, plundering her mouth. She was gasping by the time I lifted my head, and when I eased her back, she didn't protest.

She watched as I gathered her wrists into one hand, as I pinned them above her head. I pressed my mouth to her chest, just below the elegant notch of her collarbone. Her breath shuddered with each kiss I brushed against her skin, and by the time I’d reached the edge of her panties, she was breathing in hard, rough pants. I let go of her wrists but shot her a quick look.

“Be still.” I didn't make it a suggestion.

She curled her hands into fists and gave me a quick nod.

Dragging her panties down, I revealed a neat patch of curls, already wet. My mouth watered, and I had to fight to keep from just tearing the underwear off, but I kept my movements slow – teasingly so.

By the time I dropped the scrap on the floor, we were both trembling.

She wore nothing but those wicked Cinderella shoes now, and I gripped both ankles, just above the straps and pushed her thighs wide. “I’m going to taste your pussy, Allie, and see if you’re as sweet as I think you are.”

Her eyes flew wide as I settled in the chair again, draping her legs over my shoulders. I blew a puff of air against her, and she shivered. She sank her teeth into her lower lip, letting it go slowly before her head fell back against the desk. It was a sign of total surrender, and my cue to see if I could make her scream.

I licked her, using my tongue to open her, exposing the entrance to her core and the hot nub of her clit. She whimpered. Then, leaning in closer, I pressed my mouth against her pussy and feasted.

She was sobbing by the time the first orgasm hit her, and I wasn't even close to done.

I used my fingers and mouth to bring her to the edge over and over. I knew I'd never sit at this desk again without seeing her spread open like this, without hearing the way she said my name.

My name. Not Mr. Lindstrom. Not Sir.

Jal.

And it sounded as amazing as I'd imagined it would.

I curled my fingers inside her, pressed against her g-spot. Her body jerked, then arched as she cried out, coming again. Her pussy tightened around my fingers even as I coaxed her higher.

When she finally went limp, I stood and picked her up. She blinked up at me as I carried her over to my couch, her attention focusing as I stripped out of the last of my clothes. Her tongue came out to wet her lips as her gaze dropped to my aching cock.

Damn, I wanted to fuck her mouth.

But, I wanted something else more.

The room seemed far too hot now. The wide, fat couch I’d bought was soft as a bed and almost as wide – I’d bought it so I could nap on it and I was never more appreciative of my preference for function over form than in that moment.

I settled over her, fighting the urge to simply drive into her, rut hard and fast until I found my release.

The dim light glinted off the sparkle in Allie’s shoes, and I caught her behind the knees with my elbows, rubbed my cock against her wet heat.

She moaned. “Quit teasing me, Jal.”

Damn, I loved the way my name sounded coming from her mouth.

“It’s all about making it last.”

But she was right. I couldn’t keep teasing her because I was dying. Bit by bit…I was dying. I needed to be inside her, to be a part of her.

Staring into her eyes, I shifted down and pressed against her. “Does this feel like I’m teasing?”

Her breath caught.

I’d put the condom on right after I'd taken off my clothes, but at this moment, I wished I could've sunk into her, skin against skin. Nothing between us. She felt everything and all those raw emotions seemed to flood into me and warm me. I wanted to feel that with nothing between us.

Except I wasn't going to be that stupid.

A hungry moan escaped her, and she reached up, sinking her nails into my shoulders. The small bite of pain made my blood flare, hotter, brighter. Made me push inside her faster than I'd wanted to. She wailed as I buried myself deep, her nails leaving scratches down my back as she writhed beneath me.

More pinpricks of pain, each one reaching for that primal part of me that I hadn't planned on tapping into tonight.

No…not good. Not good…

I let her knees go and caught her wrists, drawing them high over her head. The position arched her back, forcing her breasts higher. I bit one nipple, the other, felt her pussy tighten around me.

I groaned. “You’ve got the snuggest, sweetest pussy.”

“You’ve got a dirty mouth.”

“You don’t seem to mind.” I gave her a cocky smile.

“No…” The word trailed off into a moan as I circled my hips and then thrust deeper, harder.

I wanted to keep teasing her, keep bringing those smiles to the surface. But the feel of her – all of her – was dragging things out of me that I hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever. I could feel the connection between us, binding us, changing us from two bodies into something singular.

Losing myself in her, I rode her faster, harder, staring into those pale green eyes. She rocked against me, raising her hips to meet me, but never trying to free her hands. Even when my grip tightened, I could see the trust in her eyes, feel it in her body.

She trusted me with everything she was.

Her body trembled as her orgasm approached, and I knew mine was just as close. I wanted to make this last, but it wasn’t going to happen.

Later…I’d take her again and then we’d make it last.

Her eyes started to close.

“Don’t,” I demanded, cupping her chin and forcing her eyes to meet mine. “Be with me.”

Slowly, Allie lifted her lashes and met my eyes. I kissed her then, crushing my lips to hers. Neither of us closed our eyes, watching, seeing.

This…just…this.

As the climax raced closer, I drove myself into her even harder.

It was like I was trying imprint myself on her. Maybe I was.

She’d already gone and imprinted herself on me.

* * *

“Say please…”

I scraped my teeth across her clit and smiled as she jolted, her hands tightening in my hair. I knew her entire body had to be so sensitive by now. Mine was. Every touch was magnified, the pleasure tinged with an edge of pain, but I wasn't going to stop. If this was all I had, I didn't want to waste a single minute.

“Please, you teasing bastard.”

“That wasn’t what I told you to say.” I caught the hard little nub between my teeth and pulled. “How about…yes? Will you say yes?”

Allie’s eyes were glazed with lust as they met mine. I rose up over and smiled, licking the taste of her off my lips.

“Yes what?” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

“Yes, Jal…you can fuck me. Yes, Jal…I want you. Just…yes.” I bent over and kissed her, sharing the taste of her, and groaning as she licked my lips, not shying away at all. She may have looked innocent, but her appetite was almost as insatiable as my own.

“Yes, Jal,” she breathed.

I caught her thighs in my hands and pushed them wide.

“Yes, Jal, you can fuck me,” I instructed her.

“Yes, Jal, you can fuck me,” she echoed.

I bumped the head of my cock against her opening.

“Yes, Jal, I want you.”

She said it back, her voice hitching as I pushed inside.

“Yes, Jal…”

“Yes…” The words became a wail as I thrust deep, hard.

“Now…scream it.” I thrust deeper, harder, until she was doing just that.

I wanted to pull every last emotion from her, leave her as desperate for me as I was for her. Her pussy tightened around my cock, squeezing so tight, clamping down around me like a fist, and I shuddered as I withdrew almost to the tip before driving back in.

Allie sank her nails deep into my shoulders, and I swore, tossing my sweat-soaked hair back from my face. I was pretty sure she'd drawn blood, but I didn't care. In fact, I welcomed the pain.

Her eyes were closed, her lips open.

She looked like a work of art, a study in passion.

And when she came, my heart ached, and I knew nothing would ever be the same again.