My desire for Adam has been unfulfilled. It's slowly increased to an aching throb between my legs only he can satiate.

His mouth presses against mine. His tongue pushes past my lips and fills my mouth. I gasp at his aggression, arching my back as he lays me down on the soft mattress. He pulls my foot to his chest and rests the bottom of my stiletto heel against him. My lips part as I watch him seductively unclasp the buckle. He slips it off my foot and massages me, moving his hands up my leg. He locks onto my eyes as he picks my other foot up and does the exact same movements. My mind swirls with the reality that he wants me, and I take a deep breath.

He moves quickly to remove my bra before hooking his fingers into the sides of my underwear. He pulls them down my legs, his eyes trailing after them and stopping at my pussy. He climbs on top of me and looks down at my chest, which is now heaving up and down with each breath. My body starts trembling.

I close my eyes and try to relax as I glide my hands up his sides, feeling the anatomy of a perfect man. I spread my legs for him and feel him lower himself onto me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. His cock pushes against me in the most intimate place, and as he moves his hips back and forth against me, my consuming arousal fires up. I rock my hips with his, and the more friction we cause between us, the hungrier I become. I lose the fear of how to act around him, and I let myself feel.

I bury my fingers in his hair and pull him to me, kissing him and tasting his tongue in my mouth. I pull my pelvis down to the mattress and meet with his again, this time feeling his cock push into me and open me. My breathing comes out in short pants, and I feel like I'm losing control. I like letting loose, not worrying about what’s going to happen next, not wondering if he’ll call me the next day, not caring about anything but fucking this man. This is my one-night stand. I am determined to fuck him like a slut and never see him again.

I push myself forward, moving with him as he fucks me slowly at first, then harder, faster, his breath hitting my face in tufts of warmth and sweet strawberry wine. He pushes his arms underneath my back and squeezes me closer to him, his body grinding hard on mine. I feel my orgasm building, and I want to get closer to him. I want to feel everything he gives me. I want to feel him cum inside of me. No cares, no worries.

Just sex.

He slows his pace, pulling himself almost completely out and then pushing all back in. He's going too slowly.

“You’re making me crazy, Adam.” I’m panting now, forcing deep breaths when my head feels dizzy.

“Precisely my plan, my pet.” The growl in his voice is like a dagger between my legs. “I want this to last. You’re so fucking beautiful. I never want it to end.”

He tries to keep himself going at a slow pace, but I see it in his face. He wants it. He wants me, and he can’t hold back much longer.

I grin, running a hand across his jawline and biting my lip as he looks down at me. I cup my breasts and coo behind heavy eyelids.

“I can’t hold back much longer,” I tell him, licking my lips.

“You keep doing that and neither will I.”

“Fuck me, Adam. Fill me. Make me cum.” I fill my lungs with air, pushing my chest up and pulling my head back. I moan through my teeth and push my pussy into him. It’s all he can stand as he grabs my hips and thrusts into me. A guttural groan comes from deep within him as he slams into me, pumping me full of his essence. I grind against him, feeling every muscle in his body tighten and shake. My orgasm overwhelms me, taking over my thoughts, my breath, and my sanity. I scream out as he throws me into ecstasy.

His hands glide over my body as he lays next to me, his head propped up on his arm.

“Who are you?” he asks. “If I were a naïve schoolboy, I’d be telling you I’m in love with you right now.”

“Well, thank God you’re a grown man.”

But when I look at his face up close, I know exactly what he means. He has the features I could easily fall for.

I snap back to reality and peck him with a kiss on his mouth. I roll out of bed, grabbing my robe and pulling it back around me as my eyes scan the floor. My bra and panties have been carelessly discarded from my body. I scoop them up before walking to the bathroom. I glance at the shower head, but I want to clean up in the sanctuary of my own room. I peek into the bedroom after putting myself back together.

Adam watches me from the bed. His expression is one of complete satisfaction. I let my eyes linger on his perfectly toned chest and taut abs, my gaze traveling down to where the linens gather between his legs.

I can’t remember the last time I felt so good.

He lifts himself up on one elbow and stares at me. I can see the hunger lingering in his eyes.

“Are you leaving?”

I look back over my shoulder at him. “I’m here on a girls’ trip. I need to get back.”

“Why? Don’t you want to get caught in the walk of shame?”

I laugh. Adam’s sense of humor perfectly matches mine. If I wasn’t here on a bachelorette party, I could see myself staying here with Adam all night, and fucking him twice again in the morning before brunch. As it is, I don’t want to be a bad friend. Tonight is just a wild one-night-stand.

“I don’t want to let Amy down. I’m here for her, after all.”

“From what I saw last night, your friends were all behind the idea.”

“I’m sure they’ll be thrilled when they hear I worked up the nerve to come here.”

Adam steps out of bed, letting the covers drop shamelessly to the floor. My gaze instantly travels to his cock, still semi-hard, even twenty minutes after sex. He walks up to me and circles his arm around my waist, pulling me toward him playfully, nibbling at my earlobe.

How come it seems like we’ve done this a thousand times before? I feel like I’ve known him forever.

“Are you going to tell them how you showed up in nothing more than some sexy lingerie and a pair of killer heels?” His hand reaches around between my legs and his fingers slip into my panties. “Are you going to tell them how I teased your clit until you were soaking wet?”

My breath catches in my throat. I close my eyes. His sultry words and warm breath on my neck is making all my blood rush downward, and I’m growing wet again.

“Are you going to tell them how I fucked you until you came?”

I twist and press my palms against his chest, gently pushing him away.

“I probably won’t go into that kind of detail.”

Adam grins wickedly. “It’s probably for the best.” He trails his finger up my arm and twists a strand of my hair around his finger. “We are something else together, aren’t we? Didn’t you say you were in Vegas for the whole week?”

I look away. “I did say that, but I’m here with my friends.”

“I notice you haven’t returned my keycard. If that isn’t a sign you’re planning on sneaking in here again, I don’t know what is.”

I laugh. “I made a mistake. I don’t even have it on me. I left it in the room.”

“That’s all right,” Adam says teasingly. “You can return it whenever you like. Maybe tomorrow, and I can give you the breakfast I would have bought if you’d stayed the night.”

“I don’t know.”

Adam catches me in a passionate kiss. “I’ll let you think about it. Let me give you my number. I know I want yours.”

I key my number into Adam’s phone. He scribbles his number down onto a slip of paper and presses it into my palm. “You can use it to send me any kind of message you want. I hear some people send pictures, too. Whatever strikes your fancy.”

I look him in the eyes. “You’ve got a one-track mind, Adam.”

“Only in Vegas.”

“We’ll see. Maybe our paths will cross again.”

“They’re going to cross again tomorrow at eleven a.m. I’ll be on the hotel patio bar ordering croissants and French toast. If you feel like indulging in a little treat, come find me.”

“I’m not making any promises.”

“I love the way you tease me.”

“Are you always like this?”

“Only with gorgeous, sexy women who get me going the way you do.”

I’m back in my robe now, and it’s like everything that just happened never did. I already want it to start again.

I stand on my tiptoes to give him one final kiss on the lips. “If I don’t see you, I’ll leave your keycard at the front desk.”

“You’re breaking my heart. I’ll see you tomorrow, Laura.”