Anna tosses me my purse with a smirk. “We won’t wait up.”

I smile at her as Will sets me on my feet and takes my hand, and I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. But that kiss…yeah, I think that this is going to be a fun night. Fuck Wyatt and his jealousy. Fuck him and the fact that he’s sucked the fun out of my life for the last two years while I barely noticed. Tonight I’ll be with Mr. Delicious, and it will be glorious. I thought that we’d go back to his booth across the club, but we don’t. Will pulls me through the club towards the back, where a bouncer that’s at least twice my size lurks in front of a curtain. He doesn’t even bat an eye as Will pushes through and brings me with him.

It’s dark for a second, and then Will pushes aside anther curtain to reveal a private alcove, and a booth that’s all our own. Not that we make it that far. My back is against the wall inside the alcove as soon as we’re through the curtain His lips are on mine instantly. God, what have I been missing with Wyatt all this time? He never kissed me like this, and even if he had, I don’t think that it would have felt this way. I feel doubly drunk now, both from my drinks and his lips. “I like your mouth,” I say. Not the most eloquent sentiment, but I think eloquence is a bit beyond me right now.

Will makes a low sound in his throat. “Your mouth drives me crazy.”

He pulls me down onto the couch, and I notice that there’s a bottle and glasses on the table that I don’t think were there before. Someone must have come in while we were pinned against the wall. I blush because someone saw us—me— like that. He pours a glass of the champagne and hands it to me. “Shall we toast to chance meetings and moving on from bad situations?”

“That sounds perfect.” I knock back the glass, adding another layer of mist to my already clouded brain. But I feel good. I haven’t felt this good in a long time and everyone is right. I deserve it. I deserve to make out and have a one-night-stand with one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. Will is looking at me, and that hungry look in his eyes makes heat streak down to my core. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this turned on by anyone—especially Wyatt.

“I want to know more about you, Sandy.”

I place my glass on the table, and lean into him. “I want to know more about you too. But I think that can wait, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

Our lips crash together and I moan, because he tastes so good, like sweet champagne and something that my drunk brain says might be hope. His hand runs down my side, stroking down my hip to the hem of my dress and teasing my skin. Will’s lips are on my neck and then my shoulder, and I realize we’re lying down on the couch when he returns to my lips. He’s leaving me breathless in the best way. Like I’ve just run a marathon and can’t wait to do it again.

His hand runs up the inside of my leg, and I part for him. His fingers touch the fabric of my underwear and I’m already so wet, so ready, so sensitive, that I shudder. He deepens our kiss, coaxing my lips open with his tongue, mimicking the motion with his fingers down below. He doesn’t go underneath my panties, just strokes me over them, and I want more. I push myself into his hand and his fingers find my clit through the fabric, stroking and circling. God, it feels so good. How long has it been since I’ve had sex? I can’t even remember. What kind of relationship was I in that I can’t even remember the last time I had sex? Because my fiancé was fucking my sister. Familiar anger floods me and I push myself harder against Will, the strength of my anger making me want him that much more.

Will’s fingers don’t stop, circling and circling, and the orgasm bursts through me swift and unexpected. I cry out into his mouth, shaking and feeling my underwear grow even wetter. Oh god, it’s like a blast of pleasure straight through my nerves, and I know that was just a taste. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his body to me. I want him. I want this. I can feel the strain of his erection pressing against me through his pants, and I smile at him, loving that he wants this too.

“I can think of a place that’s better to do this,” he says.

I laugh. “We already moved once.”

“True, but I think I underestimated the timeline. It’s not far, I promise.”

“It better not be.” I don’t want to wait. I want to feel him on me and inside me. I want to ride this high of confidence and pleasure for as long as I possibly can. Will has me up and moving before I can even blink. I’m barely aware of the journey. I know there are touches. An elevator where we leave the mirrors fogged before we leave. His fingers brushing under the hem of my dress to touch my ass. And of course, the glorious kisses. Even if we did nothing else, I would be blown away by his lips and the way it feels like he’s kissing my whole body.

We’re in a hotel room now, and it’s gorgeous, but I honestly don’t care about that. I care about the fact that we’re now alone and there’s nothing stopping me from getting exactly what I want. I push the jacket of his suit to the ground and undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, revealing a toned and tanned chest, perfection. The shirt joins the jacket on the floor and I lean forward to use my mouth on him. I want to taste his skin. But Will pulls me back. “My turn.”

He spins me around, undoing the zipper of my dress and letting it fall to the ground. His hands skim my waist, and pull me back against his chest. I’m tiny compared to him. Even in my high heels. His cock is hard against my ass, and now I can feel just how big he is in a way I couldn’t before. His hands rise to cup my breasts, and he squeezes them, making me moan.

My bra joins the rest of our clothing in a heap on the floor as he turns me back around. “You’re perfect.” I’m still blushing as he scoops me up and places me on the bed. His mouth is on my stomach, tasting my skin, and it makes me imagine his mouth and his tongue exploring other places. How I would come apart if he would just move a little bit lower. Taste me.

Will’s fingers catch the sides of my panties and pull them off slowly, devouring every inch of me with his eyes as I’m finally naked in front of him. Holding my underwear in his hand, he raises them to his nose and inhales deeply. The groan he makes is both mortifying and arousing. The blush that runs through me feels like it turns my whole body red with embarrassment, yet somehow, I’m even more turned on. “I would bottle this scent if I could,” he says, tucking my panties into his pocket. “Nothing in the world smells the way a woman does when she’s wet for you.”

His words and the raw tone of his voice unlock even more of my desire, and I’m rubbing my legs together, trying to hide it and feel it all at once. I move to kick off my high heels, but Will catches my ankle. “Leave them on. I love high heels, and I want to feel these digging into my back by the time we’re finished.”

I barely have time to absorb his words as he pushes my legs apart and devours me whole. I don’t remember where I am or who I am, nothing but the pleasure of his mouth on me as I come apart. I was so ready that all it took was a touch and I’m coming, gushing into his mouth and begging for more as he drinks me in. I don’t stop coming either. Wave after wave takes my body and my mind further from the room until I’m gasping.

The soft clinking of metal brings me back, and I look down the bed to see Will undoing his belt, pushing down his pants. My eyes follow the lines of his chest down lower. Nothing about him seems like it can be real—hard and perfect. I’ve had so many orgasms that I must be imagining his cock, right? He retrieves a condom from his discarded pants and rolls it on, and no, I’m not imagining it.

He climbs onto the bed with me, and slides up my body, the feeling of his skin on mine the perfect heat. I open my legs as he settles between them, slipping inside me as if he belongs there. I feel stretched in the best possible way. I look up at him just as he pulls back to look at me, and there’s something on his face that I can’t quite describe. Maybe I’m imagining things. I am hopelessly drunk, and I love it.

Will starts to move. Not the pounding thrust that I’m expecting, instead a slow, grinding wave. The pressure builds in my pussy and behind my clit until I can’t take it anymore. I lift my hips to meet his, I pull him closer with my legs, and finally I ask. “Please.”

“Please what?” There’s a wicked smile on his face.

“Please more.”

He leans down and brushes his lips across mine, the brief flash of tongue adding a burst of fire straight down my spine and into my clit. “More, I can do.” The next thrust is deep and hard, and I see stars. He doesn’t stop now, his rhythm fast and sure, plunging deeper until it becomes hard to tell where we separate. The friction between us is like magic and it’s only minutes before I’m teetering on the edge again, ready to fly over. I try to move my hands, to pull him even closer, but they’re still trapped in his and I have the sensation of being completely surrounded by him. It’s overwhelming.

Really the last person I want to think about in the moment is Wyatt, but it’s only a flash. How he never compared to this. The next thrust evaporates Wyatt from my mind, and the next sends me tumbling into an orgasm so good that I scream, back arching up into Will as the pleasure ripples outward, driving through my body with the force of a train. Every nerve in my body is drenched with it, is shaking with it, is overwhelmed with it. And then I’m limp and panting underneath Will, him still and hard and ready inside me.

Will slips out for only a moment, only long enough to flip me onto my stomach before he reclaims my hands and slides back into me. A moan falls from my lips as he enters me, I’m swollen and sensitive and so not ready for it to be over. And judging from the state of his cock, it’s not even close to being over. Will’s body is hard and hot against my back as he rocks into me. “Do you feel what you do to me?” he asks, rolling his hips so he hits that spot deep inside me. The way he feels in this position is exactly what I asked for: it’s more. He feels deeper and bigger and I’m even more surrounded by him.

“You make me so hard, baby. We’re not going to stop until you ask me to.”

I laugh, wiggling my ass against him and enjoying the guttural groan that comes from his mouth. “It might be a while,” I say. “Are you up for it?”

Will laughs too, one filled with unspoken promises that make me shiver. “Let’s find out.”

He slams into me, and my world goes blinding white as I’m pulled back into the world of unending pleasure.