I can’t keep my hands or my mouth away from Dominic for the rest of the ride to wherever it is we’re going, which turns out to be an understated building on the Upper East Side. By the time the Town Car pulls up to the curb, my entire body is like one raw nerve, and we’ve long since stopped saying anything to one another. He gently lifts me upright from where I’ve been leaning against the door, his powerful torso covering mine, and reaches to help me straighten the skirt of the gray shift dress I wore to the office today before exiting the vehicle.

The driver comes around to open the door and helps me step out, and when I’ve gotten my footing on the curb, I can tell he’s trying not to smile. I give him a big grin. “Thank you…”

“Craig.” He sticks out his hand, and I shake it firmly.

“I’m Vivienne.”

He winks at me. “I know.”

Then Dominic’s hand is on the small of my back, steering me through the thick summer heat toward the lobby of his building.

Unlike Wilder Enterprises, there’s nothing ostentatious about the lobby, nothing to hint that a member of the country’s richest social class resides here. Dominic steps forward, leading me past a bank of two elevators and around the corner to a third, this one with a keypad next to the call button. He punches in a code, then turns to look down into my eyes, his gaze smoldering. My breath hitches.

“Even the elevator takes too long today.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” I intertwine my fingers with his and hold on tight, wanting to pull him down for another kiss but knowing that if I do, we might never make it up to his apartment. “You have a lot of private elevators.”

“Only two.” He shakes his head, then nods another time, remembering. “No. Three.”

“What more could a girl ask for?”

His eyes dance with his smile. “I’d say a lot more than elevators. Why don’t I show you?”

“Oh, please do.” Every word out of his mouth is so charged that even when we’re talking about building transportation technology, I get wet. Wetter, if I’m being honest about it, because my panties are already soaked from the ride here.

The doors glide open as the elevator arrives, and we both step in, Dominic jamming his finger on the button for the penthouse.

“Wow,” I say, squeezing his hand. “The penthouse!”

He says nothing, but as the doors glide closed, he wraps his hands around my waist and presses me up against the wall of the elevator, the surface cold through my dress, and I shiver with pleasure as he bends his head down to kiss my collarbone. His hands work at the buttons at the front of my dress, deftly undoing one, two, three buttons, and then he’s yanking down the dress and my bra, exposing one breast, then the other, to the cool air as the elevator rises.

I press the palms of my hands back against the wall of the elevator, and his mouth makes contact with my nipples, already hard and straining for him, a heated, swirling pleasure that’s arcing down my spine as he swirls his tongue over one pebbled nub, the pad of his thumb circling the other.

“Do you like that?” he says softly, and something about the question strikes me as so vulnerable, so open, that my heart bursts into a thousand pieces. The sheer need sweeping through my veins repairs itself in an instant.

“Yes. Please—” I raise one hand and curl my fingers through his thick, dark hair, putting the slightest amount of pressure there so that he doesn’t lift his head, doesn’t leave me.

My nipples are on fire from his attention, and he’s working his way back up my neck when the doors of the elevator open directly into his apartment.

I hardly see any of it—the expensive furniture in the sunken living room, a kitchen gleaming with top-of-the-line appliances that look like they’ve never been used—because the moment we’re inside, Dominic gets to work.

“Hands over your head, sweet thing.” I raise my arms without a moment of hesitation. He slips my dress up over my head. My bra is barely hanging on as it is, and he finishes removing it and drops it to the floor next to my dress.

Then Dominic kneels on the carpet in front of me, running his hands over the thin silk fabric of my panties. He pulls my hips toward his face, breathes in my scent, and hooks his fingers in the waistband, slowly drawing them down to my knees, and then my ankles.

I step out of those, too.

From his position on the floor, Dominic looks up into my eyes, his own filled with lustful need and power and something else, something stronger. “You’re gorgeous.” His voice emerges as a raw whisper.

“So are you.”

I can’t help but touch his upturned face, running my fingers through his hair, and he leans forward and presses his lips against my landing strip. The slightest touch sets me ablaze, and I throw my head back, sucking in a breath.

“Spread for me, sweet thing.” I move my legs apart, and he draws two fingers down my slit. “You’re so ready for me.”

“Yes.” The word comes out as a moan, a plea.

He puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks. “Mmm. I need more of that. Hold on…”

I brace myself on his shoulders, and the next instant his mouth is on me, licking, delving into my folds, sucking at my clit, lapping up all of the juices that have collected. His hands are firm on my hips, holding me in place, and oh, God—oh God—it’s a good thing, because my knees go weak from the pleasure consuming me, from his tongue diving in deep, from his fingers sliding in and out of my slick channel, pulsing against my walls while he swirls his tongue over my clit and draws it into his mouth, creating a suction that makes my legs quiver.

He’s relentless, relentless, and I can’t stop myself, I can’t control the way the air brushes teasingly against my nipples, the way his fingers fill me and tease me and torment me as he draws them slowly in and out, and I come hard into his mouth, my feet barely keeping contact with the floor.

When I open my eyes, Dominic is standing, stripping off his jacket, his shirt, his tie, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, looking at me with a passionate fire glowing in his eyes, and I can hardly get a breath because this is just getting started. And I want more of him, want to run my fingers down his washboard abs that I’m finally getting to see, want him to claim me, want to finally be his.