“Wow. Your place is great. This view…” Morgan walks over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, pressing her fingertips to the glass as she stares out at nighttime Chicago.

I drop our cases on the floor of my apartment and stretch out my back.

Jesus, her cases weigh a ton. I wish I’d taken the doorman’s offer to help me.

My eyes focus in on her standing there, silhouette by the night, and all thoughts of heavy luggage are forgotten.

I walk toward her. My cock hardens, the closer I get to her.

Coming up behind her, I brush her hair over her shoulder and press a kiss to her neck.

“I like you here, in my apartment,” I tell her.

“I like being here.”

My hands drop to her hips as I trace my tongue up the skin of her neck until I reach her ear. I graze my teeth over her lobe.

She shivers.

“I want you, just like this,” I whisper.

My hands push her skirt up. I shove her panties aside and dip two fingers inside her.

“God, Wilder,” she moans. Her arm reaches back and curls around my neck as she turns her face to mine.

Her lips seek out mine. I part them with my tongue and plunge it into her mouth as I thrust my fingers deep inside her.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here,” I tell her.

“Won’t people…see?”

“Will you care if they do?” I’m slowly moving my fingers in and out of her, fucking her with them.

She stares into my eyes. “No,” she finally whispers.

“Good.” I brush my mouth over hers. “Now, put your palms flat against the window.”

She does as I asked without question. I like it.

No, I fucking love it.

Slipping my fingers out of her, I can’t resist giving her clit a teasing rub.

She moans loudly, her hips moving against my fingers, wanting more pressure.

But I pull my fingers away, and I tug her skirt and panties down to the floor.

She steps out of them. She’s just about to remove her heels when I stop her.

“Keep the heels on,” I growl.

She glances back at me, a sexy smile on her lips.

She’s standing there, naked from the waist down, and she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I drop to my knees behind her and grab her ass in my hands.

I kiss her cheek, peppering kisses lower. When I get close to my new favorite place, she tries to pull away.

“Wilder, no, I haven’t showered in almost a day.”

I stare up at her. “You think I give a shit? I want you. And I’m going to have you.”

I spread her ass cheeks and dip my tongue inside her pussy.

She whimpers. And I start to fuck her with my tongue.

God, I love the way she tastes. The way she feels against my mouth.

My hand goes to her clit, and I start to rub at her hard nub with my fingers.

She’s tight around my fingers. Her body is coiled like a spring, ready to go.

Her legs are trembling, but I don’t let up.

She’s panting and moaning my name over and over, and it’s the hottest fucking sound ever.

When she pushes back against my face, fucking my tongue, I know she’s close. When Morgan reaches that point, she’s unabashed about what she wants.

She wants to come, and she’ll do anything to make that happen. I fucking love that about her.

I pinch her clit. She cries out, and then her muscles stiffen, her pussy contracting around my tongue as she starts to orgasm.

I groan as she comes all over my tongue.

Hot. As. Fuck.

I get to my feet, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

She still has her hands against the window, her forehead tipped against it, too, as she tries to catch her breath.

But I’m not giving her a reprieve.

I get a condom from my pocket, unzip my pants, and shove them down my hips. I roll the rubber on. Grab hold of her hips. And slam inside her.

“Wilder!” she cries.

“Jesus…Morgan…” I groan, stilling inside her.

I’ll never get used to how good she feels around me. Her channel is as snug as a fucking glove around my cock.

Warm and wet and mine.

Something primal tears through me, and I start fucking her hard. Pounding into her. The only sound in my apartment is the slap of our skin as we meet in each hard thrust. And the sound of our labored breaths and lust-crazed moans.

I let go of her hips and keep up the pace, my hips snapping back and forth.

I cup her tits over her shirt. Needing to feel skin-on-skin, I grab her shirt and rip it apart. Buttons scatter everywhere.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I groan.

I shove the cups of her bra down and pinch her nipples with my fingers.

“God…Wilder…you’re driving me crazy…”

That’s what I like to fucking hear.

“You like that?”

“I like everything you do to me,” she whimpers.

My balls tighten up, and desire drives down my spine.

I drop one hand to her clit and rub her slick nub with my fingers, knowing I’m getting close.

But I’m not coming without her.

She bucks back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust, as I continue to fuck her.

“Need you to come,” I grind out.

“Yes…yes…” she chants. “Right…there…Wilder…”

Her pussy tightens around my cock like a fist as she comes.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” My hand drops from her clit, and I grab her hips and drive in and out of her like a madman. And then I’m coming, and I keep coming. And then I come some more.

I’m pretty sure I’ve flooded out the condom.

“Jesus…” I gasp, my head dropping to her shoulder.

“I know,” she says between breaths.

I lift my head and press a kiss to the skin below her ear. “Best sex ever,” I tell her.

Unsure eyes turn to mine. “Really?”

“Yes.” I kiss her lips. “Really.” Kiss. “It’s never been like this for me before, babe. Our sexual chemistry is off the charts, if you haven’t noticed.”

“I’ve noticed.” Her teeth graze her lower lip. “This…you…it’s my best ever, too.”

“I’m glad to fucking hear it.”

She laughs, and I kiss her again because I can’t seem to stop kissing her.

“We should clean up,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“Yeah, we should. I came like a motherfucker.”

She laughs again. “Shower?” she suggests.

“Definitely.” I reluctantly pull out of her, and then I take hold of her by her hand and lead her toward my bathroom.