Luke grabs my ankles and yanks my ass to the edge of the mattress. I yelp at the violent motion. He’s so strong and dominant. Totally overpowering me. I knew I was asking for trouble by making him come before he wanted to, and now he’s going to pay me back.

He kneels between my legs.

Planting kisses along my sensitive skin, he starts just above my knee and works his way up gradually.

Every place his lips graze over lights me on fire. He licks and nips at my flesh, sending electric shocks directly between my legs. Liquid heat pools in my core, and I moan uncontrollably.

This is his revenge. He’s taking his time, torturing me with pleasure.

Tension ratchets up inside me as he glides farther up my leg. His mouth teases my inner thigh now, and the ache between my legs makes me crazy. I need more. I burn for it. My whole body trembles with desire. My hips shift toward him, urging him to kiss me where I need it the most.

But Luke takes his time, clearly setting the pace.

“Please, Luke,” I beg. “I need to feel you.”

He ignores my pleas, but an evil smile curves his lips. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

I can’t stand it anymore. I need release. I reach down with my hand to take care of business myself.

Luke’s hand snakes out and secures my wrist in a vice grip. He gazes into my eyes and shakes his head. “No cheating Jade.”

I try my other hand, but he’s faster. He has both of my hands clamped in one of his, keeping them away from my aching center.

I groan in desperation. “That’s not fair,” I cry out.

I try to press my thighs together, but Luke blocks the way with his body. I writhe over the bed, frantic for some kind of sensation between my legs. But there’s no relief for me.

Luke is in total control. “I told you. You’re mine, Jade. All mine.”

“Yes. I’m yours. All yours. Just please, I need to feel you.” I’ve never begged for anything like this in my life, but there’s no stopping myself.

Luke edges up my thigh, getting closer and closer. My hips thrash forward, trying to get to him. But every time I do, he pulls back, forcing me to wait.

I’m almost sobbing in desperation now. All I can do is wait for him.

Finally, his head is poised just above me. His warm breath flows over me, but it only makes me ache more. His tongue brushes my clit and I fucking explode.

White-hot fire erupts inside me, filling my body with a pulsing glow. I buck wildly on the bed, filled with the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life.

Luke watches me come, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He releases my wrists. I’m still reeling from my orgasm when he plunges his head between my legs.

His tongue runs up my seam, ending at my hard clit. It swirls around my sensitive bud, and the pressure is back inside me. Even though he just made me come so hard I barely knew my own name, I need more of him. I’m not even close to satisfied.

Luke puts his whole mouth over me like he’s sucking on a ripe peach.

It feels like heaven. I tangle my fingers through his hair and pull him closer to me, urging him on. Pleasure rockets through me. His every touch feels so intense after the slow burn he forced me to endure. Nothing has ever felt this good.

Until he slides his thick finger inside me. I almost shatter into a million pieces. His mouth still works my clit while his finger caresses my silky folds. It’s a potent combination.

And the fact that it’s Luke doing this makes it all the more exhilarating. Less than twenty-four hours ago, we were just boss and assistant. Now, I don’t know what we are. Although, to be honest, Luke still feels like the boss with how completely he controls me and my body.

Pleasure spirals up inside me, making me dizzy, removing all rational thought from my brain. My whole world narrows down to the sensations Luke awakens between my legs. He pushes me closer and closer to the edge, and then I go hurtling off into space.

A wave of ecstasy washes over me. A low, animal moan escapes my throat, and my body quakes from the feeling. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is ride the wave as it sweeps me away.

I collapse on the mattress. My heart beats too fast, and I can’t catch my breath. “Holy shit,” I manage to say. “Holy. Shit.”

Luke now stands by the bed, watching me. I can’t help but notice the hard length of him jutting from his body. Apparently, I’m not the only one who enjoyed that performance.

He grins at me. “It’s not over yet.” Luke presses his body over mine. The thick head of his cock nestles against my throbbing pussy. He slides against me, putting delicious pressure on my pussy, but avoiding my clit, which is still throbbing and incredibly sensitive.

I shift my hips up into him, hungry to feel him.

Luke leans down to kiss me, long and deep.

I moan into his mouth, savoring the connection between us.

Then he plunges his cock inside of me.

My head presses back against the bed, and I groan at the feeling of him filling up the empty ache between my legs.

He starts slow, working into me with long, smooth strokes.

I feel every hard ridge of his cock inside me. Even after coming twice, this feels amazing. It’s different. He’s hitting new parts of me and awakening new sensations. My breathing is ragged. Every thrust of his cock elicits a moan from my lips.

Luke smothers those moans with a kiss. His hands find mine on the bed, and his fingers intertwine with mine.

I gaze up at him, and his sapphire eyes lock on me. It’s like we’re joined physically in every possible way. There’s a deeper intimacy to it. It’s a feeling I can’t explain, but I feel it in the marrow of my bones.

He pounds into me with a steady, maddening rhythm. Intense pleasure builds inside me with every stroke of his amazing cock. A raging torrent floods through my veins as my hips buck beneath him, meeting his every thrust, letting him bury himself deeper and deeper inside me. I feel my control slip away. I can’t hold back.

Pleasure sizzles through me like a bolt of lightning. I scream his name as I come. My body clenches around him. His hips jerk one final time, and he spasms inside me, filling me with his hot cream.

Everything else in the world falls away in that moment. It’s just the two of us, joined together in ecstasy.

Luke rolls off of me and sweeps me into his arms. I rest my sweaty head against his masculine chest. I hear the rapid pounding of his heartbeat. It matches my own. We lie like that for a long time, not saying anything. Just lost in this perfect moment.

I wake up at dawn. Luke lies next to me in bed. The sheet has shifted right down to his hips and in the blue light from the alarm clock, his naked skin looks like marble. He looks so peaceful lying there, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I lift my head and study his face. His features are serene, his eyelashes are thick and luxurious against his cheek.

God, how can any man be so splendid?

In that moment, something becomes crystal clear: I’m falling hard for Luke Remington. The reality of him is totally better than any of the fantasies and dreams I had about him. And the more time we spend together, the more infatuated I’m becoming. Every smoldering look he sends my way, and every lingering kiss just makes me fall deeper and deeper in love.

Who can blame me?

He is literally everything a woman could ever want in a man. Gorgeous, successful, powerful, rich, amazing in bed. But more than any of that, he’s actually got a tender, sweet side to him that he doesn’t usually show. He’s perfect.

Okay, he does have some faults. He’s possessive, jealous, and domineering, but funny thing is, I actually like those things about him. I like that he takes total control of our relationship. That he wants me so badly, he can’t stand to see another man flirt with me. It’s like the pull of a drug thinking that he wants me.

When he could have almost any woman in the world. Every single woman he’s dated has been a knockout beauty. I mean, perfect tens. They are the kind of women featured in magazines. The kind of women who are so physically perfect, you hate them just for existing. He never dated them for long though. Most of them, he went out with once, and that was it.

I’m a far cry from those perfect women. I look in the mirror and I see imperfections galore. If even perfect wasn’t good enough to keep him interested long term, how full of myself would I have to be to think I could be the woman to change him?

No, I’m not insane. I recognize that things between us won’t last once we get back home. Luke will want to make things professional again, probably citing his rule about not dating the women he works with. I’m not even sure I’ll still have a job when I get home, much less, him.

The only way to keep from getting my heart torn to ribbons when this inevitably blows up in my face is to keep reminding myself in the days to come that no matter how much I want it, all of this is temporary. What we have is just a fun indulgence for him while he’s out of the country and away from his real life. This trip isn’t supposed to be a vacation, it just feels like a vacation kind of romance. Something that burns hot and bright, but then fades almost as quickly as it began.

So what if Luke and I are temporary?

I’ll make the most of the little time we do have together. If nothing else, this trip will be a cherished memory in my old age. A memory of that wild and wonderful week in Thailand when I was young, carefree and in love with the most amazing man on earth.

That alone should make this relationship worth it.

I curl up against Luke. My body melds against his, and I savor the warm feeling of his skin. Just being close to him banishes my troubled thoughts. This is real. This right now, being in bed with Luke, cuddling up against him, and feeling the soreness between my legs from what we did last night. This is happening. While his skin is against mine like this, I can pretend that it’s not going to completely devastate me when this is over.

All my fears about tomorrow are just fears. I’ll deal with them tomorrow. I am here right now next to Luke.

No matter what the future holds, I won’t let it ruin the present.

I close my eyes and listen to his heart beating as I fall back asleep.

* * *

When I wake again, Luke is walking out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water glistens on his skin, and my chest aches at the sight of how handsome he looks.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” I comment.

Luke leans over the bed and kisses me. His skin is warm from the shower, and I breathe in the clean scent of him like a drug. I moan into his mouth.

He pulls away from me with a sigh. “No more of that, or we’ll never leave the room today.”

I stretch on the bed, letting the sheet slip down to reveal my breasts. “And what’s wrong with that?”

He grins and shakes his head. “You did that on purpose.”

I shoot him a sultry smile. “So what if I did? Are you going to come back over here and punish me?”

He groans at my words. It sounds like a low rumble in his chest, like the sound of distant thunder before a storm. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“Why don’t you show me?” I ask.

His hands grip the edge of the towel, and it drops to the floor. He’s naked, and his cock hardens under my gaze.

I lick my lips. I’m fascinated to see the physical effect I have on him.

I roll over to the edge of the bed nearest to him. My hand reaches out to slide along his shaft, coaxing it fully to life. Then I grip his length and gently pull him toward me. The moment he’s close enough, I dip my head down and plunge him into my mouth.

I might not know what the future holds, but I know that at least for today, he’s all mine.

And now he knows it, too.