Andy guides my cousin into a separate taxi. “I’ll get her back safely.”

She locks eyes with me, silently telling me how ironic it is that he feels she needs protection.

With one arm around me, another hailing a cab, Tobias says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Our first business meeting!” Andy grins, one foot inside the taxi, his hand on the open door. “Lunch?”

“Let’s touch base in the A.M. Text me.”

I call over to my cousin, “What time are you picking Emma up?”

“Just before noon!”

“Okay, I’ll be back by then.”

Sofia waves and Andy climbs in, nodding to me. “Bye Hannah.”

“Night Andy.”

A yellow taxi pulls over in front of theirs, making their driver swear to himself, blocked in. I can read his lips and he just called our driver a fucking asshole. I slide onto the seat, amused. Tobias closes the door and walks around to the other side, dropping into the car so heavily the cushion sinks as he shuts the door. “Waterstone Resort.”

Cocking my head I ask, “Isn’t that the hotel where our restaurant was?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re staying there?”

“Yep.” He encases my hand with his, thumb absently stroking my fingers.

“You didn’t mention that at dinner.”

“Didn’t want you to think I’d brought you there for illicit reasons,” he smirks. “Best restaurant in town, in my opinion. And you deserve the best. Not only is their food out of this world, but can’t beat the view.”

I shrug, pretending to be bored with it all. Or at the very least, unimpressed. “Too bad it’s on the lake and not the beach,”

He laughs under his breath. “Yeah, too bad that lake is so hideous.”

Crinkling my nose I mutter, “Downright foul.”

His laughter grows and as the cab comes to a stop in front of the enormous and modern, white hotel, Tobias says, “Stay here, babe.”

Paying for the ride he climbs out of the car. I’m thoroughly entertained by the dark marks his wet boxers have soaked into his jeans. When he opens my door I take his hand and tease him about it.

On the way into the lobby that even at this late hour is bustling with people, Tobias chuckles, “Yeah, well, you don’t have any shoes.”

“There’s a beach bum swaying in a new pair of heels,” I laugh.

“Hopefully singing Born To Be Wild.”

As we ride the elevator to the eleventh floor, I rest my head on his shoulder.

“How you doin’ princess?”

“I’m happy,” I whisper.

“I was just thinking I was happy, too.”

Lifting my head I meet his stormy blue eyes. He gives me a slow smile that makes him even more handsome.

An elegant ding later and the doors whoosh open.

Tobias leads me to his room, but in the hallway he stops and takes my face in his hands. I rise up on bare tiptoes for his kiss, heart fiercely beating now that we’re alone.

Breaking free he smiles and takes my hand, digging out his key with his free one. As the door unlocks to an immaculate room with a balcony, my breath hitches from nerves.

This is really happening.

I just met him and yet all I want is to be here.

As I spot the king size bed waiting for us, my throat goes dry. I whisper, “Can I have a little of that whiskey?”

Pulling it from his back pocket he hands me the half-empty pint. I suck down a quick burning sip on a wince. Much stronger than my vodka preference, but I do like the warmth this gives my throat.

Tobias walks to the bathroom and surprisingly waves me in.

“Do we have a thing for bathrooms?” I joke, trying to calm my nerves.

Inside, there’s a gorgeous bathtub resting atop modern tile, not sunken in, and he bends over to turn on the water testing it.

“I guess we’re going to take a bath?”

“Rinse the sand and salt water off us,” he says, his muscles stretching the cotton tight along his massive back. Who needs whiskey when I can look at his body? He’s so sexy as he twists the faucets, feeling the stream until the temperature is satisfactory.

While I’m watching him do this, I ask, “Tobias Kyrkos, is that Greek?”

“Yes.”

“With your coloring you could have been Italian. They have blue eyes, too, sometimes.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, you could have been.”

A smirk tugs at his lips. “You nervous, Hannah?”

“Me? No. Not at all.”

“You’re rambling.”

“I, um…” My mouth clamps shut and I shake my head.

He chuckles and shakes his fingers, rising up to walk to me as the tub fills up. I back away, my chest rising with long breaths. He runs his fingers through his hair, looking at me from under heavy eyebrows. Pulling me to him, those fingers slide along my hem, skimming my thighs and making my stomach clench with desire and suspense. “You’ve got sand embedded in your beautiful skin. We’re going to have to clean you off.”

I can’t stop smiling.

Eyebrows rising, he asks, “You like that idea?”

Only a nod is possible.

Tobias bites his lower lip in the sexiest way, steps back and grabs his shirt by his shoulder blades, bending his head down to pull it off. He tosses it and goes for his belt, sliding his jeans down, the hem of wet boxers tugged down a little.

Blue eyes flicker as Tobias locks on me and soaks in my lust for him. I can’t hide it. He pauses then slides his boxer briefs off. My gaze drops to see his engorged length bounce to freedom. We’re not in the locker room anymore. I can stare with my eyes saying how I really feel about his enormous size as he jerks his chin for me to come closer.

I’m totally hypnotized as I walk to him, goosebumps of attraction lighting up my chest and arms. “You’re excited,” he thickly says, pulling my dress over my head. “Look at your body. So soft, babe.”

I moan as his thumbs tease my hard crests and there’s a little sand on them, which gives it a rougher sensation I like a lot. Tobias slides his hands down my stomach and hooks his fingers into my wet panties, dragging them down until I’m standing naked before him. His eyes shine with fascination as he straightens up. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I want you so bad.”

Those fingers of his, they’re so sure of themselves as they slip into my throbbing folds.

No hesitation or fear.

He buries his face into my neck, pressing hot kisses into my skin as I moan and arch up to his touch. He starts massaging where my neck meets my shoulder with his teeth, his fingers dancing around my clit until I’m a writhing mess of ache.

“Fuck me, Tobias. Please fuck me.”

His chest rumbles on a groan. “Not yet, babe.”

“Why not?” I’m bending into him, and my leg wraps around his hip so I can rub on it.

He chuckles deeply and meets my eyes, his hooded with lust. “Look at you, so hungry.”

Moaning I accuse him, “You’re doing this to me on purpose.”

He nods once and kisses my nose, making me moan as he oh-so-slowly slips his middle finger inside me and holds there before giving two long, slow pumps. “I like making you feel good.”

“It’s torture,” I whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, but the best kind.”

His mouth hooks onto mine. He groans into my lips, and slides his thick, slippery fingers up my slit like a harpist, pinky first, the others following, over and over again. I cry out in his mouth as the sweet, hot burn of orgasm threatens me. I’m totally ready for him now, my pussy aching and open for cock. Arching my hips up I grab his length to position him at my opening.

He breaks from the kiss to growl, “Can’t wait, huh?”

I moan, “No, I can’t. I need you.”

He grabs my other thigh and lifts me up, his blunt tip impaling me. He holds my eyes, a deep frown piercing his heavy brow. He pulls my hips down until I take him all the way into me, my fingers clutching his back as I’m throbbing with the first clash of my climax.

“Oh God!” I cry out, closing my eyes as the orgasm breaks free.

“Holy shit,” Tobias moans. “Fuck you feel so good. Cum for me, babe. Let go. Give me everything.”

He starts bucking his hips, gorgeous body lancing mine to perfection.

I’m filled, fucked, and satisfied for the first time in my life.

My breaths come in sharp hitches as he moves with precision, drawing out my orgasm until I can’t hold myself up. He’s got a good hold of me, and presses us against the wall so he can really get to work. I whimper against his open, growling mouth, the ache of pleasure tightening my core. He is in total control, and I am so not.

My eyelashes flutter as I watch his expressions. The pleasure. His sensual grimaces. My head swings to the side and I press my cheek into the wall to whisper, “Oh God! I’ve never felt anything this good before!”

Tobias murmurs something unintelligible into my neck as he arches his hips up, spinning them in a circle, his groin against my clit. I cry out with surprise as more waves threaten to break inside of me. He grunts, “Oh fuck baby. Yes, give it to me. Give it.”

My moans grow higher and louder as it builds. He locks his mouth with mine and I completely lose it, clenching and unclenching on his cock with a pounding heat I can’t believe.

When I start to subdue, my chest heaving, I meet his eyes and see him frowning with sexual frustration as he holds back his own release.

“I want freedom. No more chains. I want it all, Tobias.”

He roars and bites his lip, holding back. “We’re not wearing protection, baby.” He grunts, hissing between sentences, “Can’t get you pregnant. That’s a decision we have to make together. Can’t do it like this.”

“I want you to cum,” I whimper, my pussy clenching around him in sweet, hot aftershocks.

He’s barely listening, so lost in the thrill. I thrust my breasts into him. His head jerks down so he can drink in my soft mounds pressed against his muscles. He begins to move faster and his head throws back as he closes his eyes and groans, “Oh fuck!” On a hiss he tells me, “I’m gonna blow.”

Latching onto his earlobe I give it a nibble and whisper, “I can’t wait.”

“Fuck!” he shouts, pounding me harder. But then he pulls out and sets me down with one hand to grab his slippery shaft with the other and pump it until white, hot semen shoots out. So fucking sexy. But kind of a waste, too.

Who am I to complain?

I cry out and his eyes shoot open. “What?”

“The tub!”

Tobias leaps to it and shoves his hand in, unlocking the drain and splashing some overflow onto the tile floor. As loud gurgling noises echo around us, we relax and lock eyes, the water slowly going back to a safe level.

He gives me a lopsided grin and I start laughing. “You’re a distraction, Hannah.”

“Yeah, but the best kind.”

He chuckles and extends his hand. I lay mine on it, both of us naked and embedded with bits of sand.

He’s gazing up at me. “That was amazing.”

Nibbling on my bottom lip I nod. “You know what you’re doing,” I whisper, happily giving him full credit.

He shakes his head, “Never felt like that before. I almost took you up on that offer.”

“Offer?”

“To cum inside you. I can’t believe we didn’t use a condom. I’ve used them ever since I was twenty.”

“Every time?”

“Yep.”

“You’re safe, right?”

His eyes narrow as he searches for my meaning. “Oh, I’m clean, yeah. Nothing going on down there that you don’t want.”

“Probably should have asked earlier.”

He slides his fingers around my thigh and kisses my trimmed mound. “I would never put you in danger.”

The look in his eyes is unnerving so I glance to the tub. “It’s ready.”

His back is so beautiful I have to run my hand down it, admiring the knots of muscle as he plugs the tub again, the water at the right level now.

“Ladies first.”

“Oh, it’s the perfect temperature. If were any hotter it would be too much, any colder and we’d have to get out soon.”

He steps in and groans, “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Your cuts don’t hurt?”

“What cuts?” he smirks, resting his back against one side of the tub. He pulls me to him, my back against the wall of his chest. “I don’t feel these things anymore.”

Snuggling into his body’s added warmth I sigh and close my eyes.

“So, that video thing...” he says.

“Mmhmm.”

“Your cousin was very protective of you.”

“She’s made that way.”

Tracing my arm with his fingertips he murmurs, “I Googled you. Someone said you were a Senator’s daughter and I had to check that out.”

My eyelashes flutter open in shock. The room starts to spin as rage ignites.