The moment she said yes to me, my heart started beating faster and my body heated up, getting me more than ready. If we weren’t in a hall full of people we knew, I would have ravaged her mouth right there on the dance floor.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that for me?” I teased.

She thumped her hand against my shoulder, a slight pout on her lips, and the light blush on her cheeks growing darker.

“You heard me just fine,” she grumbled. Then she smiled almost coyly at me as she leaned in closer, and I felt desire curling low in my stomach. “If that wasn’t a serious offer, can I propose it instead?”

I arched an eyebrow, looking at her seriously. “Are you sure this isn’t something we’re going to regret in the morning?”

I was all for taking Scarlett to bed. I was so close to it, and a part of me cursed myself for questioning her, but the last thing I wanted was to regret it. It wouldn’t be because of something I’d end up doing—I’m good in bed, with a high approval rate from the women I’ve slept with. But this wasn’t just any woman—this was Scarlett, the girl I used to fantasize about, almost since the moment I met her. Only, at the time, she’d been dating someone else. They broke up not long after, but by then, we’d become close as friends, and I didn’t want to rock the boat. My thoughts hadn't changed though, so her coming to bed with me wasn’t something I took lightly.

“Trust me, Zach,” she murmured, “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want to spend the night with you.”

I could have disputed her words. She was acting all depressed and she was clearly looking for some way out of it. But the gaze she leveled on me was serious and sober. Then her hands were tightening on me, her body swaying closer in the next spin, pressing those soft full breasts I’ve fantasized about touching so many times against me in a way I could not ignore. It was hard to resist when I could feel her soft curves against me, and all I could think was how wonderful it would be to do this alone, naked.

“I gave you a chance to back down,” I muttered. “Remember that in the morning.”

She smirked, then glanced around the room, curious, before turning back to me.

“So, how do we sneak out of here without being seen?”

I scoffed at the idea. “There’s no way. This place is packed, and there’s only one exit. We’ll be leaving together—none of that covert shit where one of us goes first—so people are bound to notice.”

She frowned at me, then her eyes, very deliberately, moved to the table where the groom and his bride sat.

I rolled my eyes. “Please. If you’re trying to avoid them, trust me when I say they’ll be too preoccupied with each other to notice. Hell, out of everyone here, they probably want to get away and be alone more than anybody. They’re only sticking around because they have to.”

She pursed her lips and sent another look toward them, eyes almost wistful. Then determination overcame her expression, and she turned back to me.

“Let’s go.”

Before I could react, she stopped dancing, took my arm and tugged me behind her as we made a beeline for the exit. I hurried my steps until I was walking beside her, then I was the one pulling her behind me.

If she wasn’t going to say no, then I was going to have my fun without holding back. The morning after would be tomorrow’s problem, though if things ended up badly, I had a feeling future me would be cursing me.

“Slow down,” Scarlett said with a giggle, jogging a little to keep up. “I can't speed around all that comfortably in heels, you know.”

“Oh,” I glanced back as I slowed, my gaze dropping to her feet. She was holding up the skirt of her dress, so I could see her stiletto heels, and I winced. “Sorry about that. You must be sick of those things; you’ve spent most of today standing up.”

She sighed. “Yeah, well. Hopefully, it will be the last time I play bridesmaid, so I’ll live.” Then her look turned mischievous. “You know, if all you want is to get me alone, there’s no rush. I’m yours for the whole night, after all,” she purred.

Mine for the whole night, I thought. Words I’d have given a limb to hear not so long ago and now that she had said them all I could do was groan quiet enough that she didn’t hear, tempted to pick up the pace a little. There was an elevator not too far from the hall, so why did it feel like we were going through the whole floor just to find it?

But then there it was, and I couldn’t help hurrying just a little. I hit the call button and waited. Thank fuck I thought ahead and booked a room for the night. I waited impatiently as the doors slid slowly open, tugging her in after me when the gap was wide enough to fit the both of us.

I couldn’t wait for the door to close properly, and someone might have caught us in a compromising situation, but I didn’t care. I pushed her against the wall of the elevator and pressed my lips against hers. I was trying to control myself, so the kiss started out soft.

Scarlett wasn’t in the mood for soft.

She moaned against my lips, her arms snaking around my shoulders as she plastered her body against mine, nipping at my lower lip. I let out a guttural groan as I opened my mouth and her tongue swept in, tracing the inside of my mouth, running along my tongue. I tend to pride myself on how quickly I can turn a woman on with nothing but a kiss, but right then, if I weren't feeling so good, my pride would have shattered.

Why did I never try this before?

My hands slid down Scarlett’s back, then circled to the flare of her hips. As our mouths pressed together, parting only to meet again in a kiss more passionate than the last, I held her hips fast. I barely noticed the doors closing and the elevator starting to rise.

I was good at breathing through kisses, I’d become a pro at it, but I had to pull away from her at some point because I felt breathless. Instead, I ducked my head to kiss her pale neck. She moaned, tipping her head back and giving me all the access I needed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Scarlett,” I murmured against her neck, nipping the skin and making her gasp. “You never have to doubt that.”

She let out a low, throaty chuckle. “Even my pale ass skin?”

I sucked on her neck and she yelped. But her body trembled and she leaned even further into my body, and I grinned.

“Beautiful,” I said simply.

And she really was. The pale skin she seemed to be so scornful of was perfect for her. It was the best kind of contrast to her dark hair, combed to a shine and left to fall in curls around her bare shoulders, and her equally dark brown eyes. Her body was a work of perfection, curved and built for pleasure.

It didn’t take a fucking genius to figure out why she had a string of men after her. Why they never stuck around, I had no idea, because as far as I could see, she had a good personality to match. She was a headstrong woman that knew what she wanted and went for it.

“I can't believe we’re doing this,” she murmured.

It was enough to get me to pull back, and I met her eyes as I panted. The look on her face made me moan and lean in for another kiss. There were two spots of pink high on her cheeks, her eyes shone with her desire, her lips flushed and wet, a little swollen from our kisses. I wanted so much more… but I made myself pause.

“If you still want to change your mind, you can,” I said quietly, reluctantly. I didn’t want her to pull away. Scarlett was a relationship girl, and I knew if she let herself think too much, she would talk herself out of any kind of involvement with me. “I saw you drinking before. Please tell me this isn’t just the influence of alcohol, Scarlett. If it is, I’ll stop right now.”

Her eyes widened in alarm, arms tightening around my neck. “No!” she gasped, pressing herself even closer to me than before. “What do you want me to do, Zach? Sign a damn contract?”

She frowned a little, but the look of desire never left her eyes. She leaned up on the tips of her toes, and her lips brushed against mine. It was hard keeping myself still when all I wanted was to kiss her some more.

“This is what I want,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke and making both of us moan. “I want you to fuck me, Zach, like you mean it.”

“Fuck it,” I growled, deep in my throat.

I was about to pull her into another kiss when the elevator halted and the doors slid open. I cursed at the bad timing. Or perfect timing? I immediately changed my mind as I took her hand and tugged her out of the elevator.

“Wait up!” She was laughing again.

I didn’t want to, but I stopped. She took her hand out of mine, and I almost panicked, thinking she had changed her mind. But then she was leaning down and pulling off her shoes. She retook my hand, and with a mischievous look, took off down the hall.

“Somebody’s eager,” I muttered, and we shared a grin.

She didn’t know where we were going, so I picked up the pace and took the lead. I wondered what other people would say if they saw us rushing through the hallway. Then again, it was a wedding. Weddings are notorious for people getting together.

“Open the door,” she demanded.

Too impatient to wait any longer, I pressed her against the door, my hands going back to her hips to hold her still as I ravaged her mouth. There was a slight hesitation before she was kissing me back fervently; trying to squirm out of the hold I had on her hips.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I growled against her mouth, nipping her lower lip in reprimand.

“Why not?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Because I’m trying to control myself and you’re not helping.”

“Then don’t,” she retorted, her hands sinking into my hair and tugging my head down for another kiss.

I removed one hand from her hip to check my pockets for the key card, grumbling a little when I couldn’t find it immediately. I couldn’t hold her still with just one hand on her hip, and she squirmed closer, her hips rolling into mine, making me groan when she pressed near my hardening cock. She stilled, and I growled again.

“That’s why I want you to behave,” I told her quietly. I pulled away from her long enough to unlock the door. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Scarlett?”

“No. What?”

I waited to answer her, pushing the door open. She stumbled back into the room, my hold on her keeping her steady. My foot hit something, and I looked down to see she’d dropped her heels and clutch purse. I kicked them both inside, not caring enough to lean down to pick them up. Once we were inside, I closed the door behind us and switched on the lights. I twisted her around so she was again pressed against the door with my body caging her in.

“This,” I growled out, rocking my hips against hers now that we were alone. She gasped when the long line of my erection pressed against her abdomen through my slacks. “I’m about to fucking come in my pants, Scarlett. That’s what you do to me.”

It wasn’t just a line I was using—what was the point in using lines when she’d already given herself to me willingly? But I needed to make her understand how appealing she was. It was a crime for her to go around thinking she wasn’t good enough just because she’d had a string of bad dates.

I could see there was still some reluctance in her eyes to believe me. But telling her with words wasn’t the only way I could let her know.

I leaned down to peck a kiss on her lips, pulling away almost immediately. She whined in protest, at least until I dropped my lips to her neck, sucking gently as I marked the other side.

She sighed, her body melting against the door as her head tipped back, her hands finding their way back into my hair and clenching hard. I growled a little at the tug, but it only spurred me on.

“You’re really good at this,” she said between gasping breaths. “I guess you weren’t kidding about that.”

I pulled away from her neck to press a quick, hard kiss to her lips. “I never joke about sex, Scarlett.”

My hands were planted firmly on her waist, and I slid them around her back and up her spine, tracing the zipper of her dress. When she didn’t protest verbally or otherwise, I gently tugged at it. I held her gaze as I slid the zip all the way down, then stepped back to let the dress fall off her body. She kicked it aside, her chin jutting slightly, and I could see the insecurity in her eyes.

“There’s no need for that,” I told her gently. “I’ll say it as often as you need me to, Scarlett. You’re beautiful.”

A small smile curved her lips. “Then show me,” she challenged.

I smirked, my eyes leaving hers and trailing down her body. “Gladly.”

She was just as amazing out of her clothes as she was in them, if not more. She wore matching lingerie, all dark lace and pink ribbons. She took my hands in hers and pulled them to her breasts. My cock twitched in my pants. They fit perfectly in my palms, and I squeezed a little. I hooked my fingers above the cups of her strapless bra and tugged them down to bare her breasts to me.

“Don’t disappoint me, Zach,” she said. “Let’s see just how good you really are, hmm?”

I couldn’t even react to her teasing; I was too busy looking at her to pay attention. The bra hooked under her breasts, pushing them up and out, as if in invitation. I took advantage of it, sliding my hands around her waist to arch her back as I leaned down.

Teasing the both of us, I started with small kisses and nips from where I’d stopped on her neck, sliding down to her collarbones, where I nibbled carefully on them. Then I licked a line down her chest, burying my face in her chest and rubbing my cheeks against her breasts.

I turned to one breast, laying a kiss on the underside, then slowly licked up to her nipple. I avoided it, circled it, and Scarlett groaned in complaint. I grinned even as I slowly circled the tempting bud.

“Zach,” Scarlett said with a tone of warning.

I flicked the tip of my tongue on her nipple, and she gasped and bucked into me. I did it again, and again, then finally took her in my mouth and sucked lightly as I rolled my tongue over the bud. Scarlett very obviously loved the attention, her body writhing against me, hands tugging harder on my hair. I took the nipple between my teeth and tugged, then released it before moving to her other breast.

“I need more, Zach,” she said throatily. “Down here.”

One of her hands left my hair to reach for mine. She placed it on her stomach and slid it between her thighs. My chest rumbled in my approval as I cupped her sex and massaged her through her panties. With one final suck, I pulled away from her breast.

“Let’s get these off, then,” I murmured.

My hands moved to the edge of her hips and she placed hers above mine. I froze, thinking she didn’t want me to, but then she was pushing on my hands, and we slipped her panties down her legs until she could kick them to the side.

Immediately, I slid down to my knees.

“Wha—?”

I cut her off when I pressed her hips against the door and placed my hands on the insides of her thighs, pushing slightly until she parted them. I kissed a line along her hips from one side to the other, then nosed at her pubic hair. She trembled and whimpered when I blew on her, legs parting just a little wider. I put my hands on the tops of her thighs, thumbs rubbing gently at the soft skin, and pressed my mouth to her sex.

Scarlett cried out as I placed open-mouthed kisses all over her, my tongue sliding out to lave at her clit. I licked lower, to her entrance, and teased her there, then moved the tip of my tongue back to her clit. I took her in my mouth and sucked gently.

“Enough!” she tugged hard on my hair, making me growl, making her writhe again. “Zach, please! I want you in me when I come.”

I huffed a laugh but did as she wanted, my hand replacing my mouth and rubbing her as I stood up.

“Who says you’ll only come once tonight?”

Her eyes widened at my question, and I chuckled.

I leaned down to press my lips against hers. She hesitated, then groaned as she opened her mouth and met my tongue with hers, tasting herself.

I teased at her entrance, carefully pressing a finger inside. She took me in so smoothly I couldn’t help pulling out to slide back in with two fingers. She rolled her hips into my hand, taking my fingers into the knuckle as I thrust gently inside her.

Scarlett’s hands slid from my hair, down my neck to my shoulders, then down over my chest. She pushed back, and I realized that while she stood naked, I hadn't taken anything off yet.

I reluctantly pulled away to let my jacket slide down my arms. With my clean hand, I undid my tie and the top button of my shirt before Scarlett took over.

“Keep the tie on,” she murmured.

I grinned down at her. “Are ties your kink?”

She shrugged, even as she glanced up at me coyly from under her lashes. “You could say that.”

She undid the buttons of my shirt and pushed it from my shoulders, sliding the tie under it. I went to undo my belt, only for her hands to stop me.

“Let me.”

My eyebrows went up, but I let her do as she wanted. It nearly stopped my heart when she fell to her knees. She looked up at me when I sucked in a harsh breath and winked at me. Quickly, she undid my belt, before sliding it slowly through the loops and letting it fall to the side. Then her hands were undoing my fly, opening the button to my pants. My heart almost stopped again when she leaned forward and took the zipper between her teeth, pulling it down. Her warm breath washed over my cock, making it twitch again.

With my fly undone, she moved to my hips and hooked a finger over the waistband of my pants and briefs, pulling them carefully over my erection. My cock bobbed in the air, slapping against my stomach and causing a shiver to work its way up my spine once it was free of its confines.

Her eyes focused on it, looking hungry.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” I moaned, bracing with my hands against the door as I watched her. “Suck me.”

She followed the demand, but at her own pace. She leaned close enough to brush her lips over my cock, sliding from base to tip, the feel of her warm breath making me shiver. Slowly, she closed her mouth around the head of my cock and slid down, taking as much as she could into her mouth. Her hand circled the base and started a slow, steady stroke, as she hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down along my cock.

I could only let her do it for so long. I was tempted to fuck her mouth but worried about hurting her. When I was too close to coming I tugged lightly on her hair to pull her off, then helped her to her feet.

“I won’t last if that keeps up,” I said to her pouting face.

I pressed a hard kiss to her lips, then went to turn her around, but she resisted.

“Can we do it like this?” she leaned back against the door and tugged me closer. She threw a leg around my hips, the shift in angle causing the head of my cock to rub against her opening, making us both moan. “I want to see you,” she said, breathless.

Like I could deny her anything.

I backed her further against the door, my hand sliding around the thigh she’d pressed against my hip, the tips of my fingers brushing her ass cheek as I held her in place. One of her arms slid around my neck, and the other went down between our bodies, so she cupped me in her hand to position me at her entrance. She rolled her hips, and I thrust mine forward, and I slid into her as our gazes held. I was still for a moment, just relishing the feel of her around me. Then I circled my hips, grinding against hers. Scarlett gasped, her head tipping back as her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Just like that,” she murmured, her hips moving with mine.

When I decided she was open enough for me, I slid out, slowly, until only my tip remained inside, then thrust back in just as slowly. Her mouth dropped open.

“Scarlett,” I moaned her name, burying my face in her shoulder.

I set the pace, picking it up little by little until I was fucking her hard and fast against the door. She had one hand on my back, nails digging into my shoulder blade. Her other hand wrapped itself around the tie, tugging on it as she writhed and whimpered in pleasure, and I growled and moved my hips a little faster, a little harder with every harsh tug.

“Zach!”

I nipped on her neck in response to her crying out my name. I wanted to hear more, so I moved even closer, leaving no space between us as I pressed her against the door. My hands slid to cup her ass cheeks, holding tight as I fucked her. I left open-mouthed kisses all along her neck and shoulder. The door rattled a little with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin not quite loud enough to drown out her moans, but loud enough. It had me wondering if anyone passing down the hall could guess what we were doing.

Just the thought had me hot.

I could feel desire curling low in my abdomen, every thrust into her body had little shocks of electricity running up and down my spine. I was close, so fucking close, and was holding back from coming before she did with nothing but my will.

Then she was there, her slickly heated walls convulsing around my cock as she came with a cry. I grunted as my smooth strokes turned into erratic thrusts, and I surrendered to my orgasm, clamping my teeth on her shoulder to muffle my moans.

I slumped against Scarlett, and she held onto me tightly as I took on our combined weight. Her thighs trembled against mine, and I was pretty sure she couldn’t walk.

“You’re smug, aren’t you?” she murmured, sounding drowsy and sated. “I can feel your smirk pressed against my neck.”

I stalled, then chuckled. “You know me too well. And you’re one to talk when you sound like that?” I teased.

She tugged on my hair, hard enough to pull my head back, and pressed her lips to mine in a soft kiss.