The door to the suite was barely shut before Evie wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. Antonio exhaled low and slow, lowering his head until his forehead rested against the door. Evie’s hands wandered across his sides, along his stomach, and then dipped down until her fingers played against the front of his fly. Each light touch stirred him, and he hardened slowly for her.

“Sometimes I hate you for the things you do to me,” Evie whispered against the back of his ear. It was reminiscent of the first time in her tattoo bay, when they’d kissed and come so close to something more. “I hate how you put me on the spot, how you expect so much of me, how you make me do the things I don’t want to do….”

“So why are you doing this?” Antonio asked. He let his hands slip down to cover hers. Evie put pressure on her fingers, seeking the outline of his hardening cock. She caressed it. “If you hate me, why are you touching me like this?”

“It’s only sometimes,” she said. “When you’re not getting on my nerves and making me wish I could punch you in the mouth, you’re on my mind like no one else has ever been before. Do you even know how incredible you are?”

Antonio smirked. She raked her teeth against the ridge of his ear, and his cock throbbed in response. Evie chuckled. “I’ll take that as a no.”

The suite was vast. It had its own living room and kitchen, as well as a steam shower separate from the bathroom. It would be a long haul to the bedroom at the other end of the unit.

Antonio wasn’t going to waste any more time.

He turned, overpowering Evie so that her hold on him broke. Instead, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her hard. Their lips crushed together, and she moaned clenching his tuxedo jacket in need. Her lips parted, and he let his tongue dart into her mouth.

She was the woman he’d always dreamed of, but had never found. Luck was finally on his side. Not only was Evie perfect, but she wanted him just as badly. They infuriated each other, but there was a very thin line between love and hate, and they were straddling it at all times.

Antonio couldn’t get enough of her.

As they kissed, he wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her from the wall and across the room. The living room passed in a blur of rapid footsteps and stolen kisses, and by the time they’d reached the bed, Antonio had already stripped away his jacket, tie, and shoes. Evie’s shoes were gone as well, and her hair had started to come undone from the pins. The messy look was beyond sexy and he tugged the remaining pins out.

Antonio had hoped that they’d end up spending the night together, but he didn’t want to be so presumptuous and get a room ahead of time. The comped room had been a stroke of good luck that had completed his winning streak. He was a warm-blooded male, and his instincts to claim a woman so fine grew the longer they flirted with each other, but he’d kept it at bay since he was her boss. The last thing he wanted to do was behave inappropriately. Tonight, there was something more than lust in the air. For as much as they frustrated each other, Evie had become an inextricable part of his life, and he looked forward to every moment they spent together. He couldn’t imagine having spent the evening without her.

In fact, Antonio hoped that they’d be able to usher in more time together before long. He was through with feeling lonely and spending his days enslaved to his empire. What he wanted more than anything was a partner, a confidante he could share his inner most feelings and desires with, and Evie fit the bill.

They fell together into bed. Antonio found the zipper on Evie’s dress and pulled it down as they kissed. As he worked, she undid the buttons of his shirt. Time became nebulous. Seconds bled into minutes until Antonio wasn’t sure how long they’d spent together, or how much longer they had to enjoy each other’s company. In that moment, Evie was his entire world, and not even time would interfere.

His shirt fell from his shoulders, and he cast it off the bed. Evie’s dress fell slack at the bust, and he pulled it from her guiding it down her hips. Beneath, she wore a black, strapless bra. The breasts she usually kept hidden were full and round, bulging as though they longed to escape the confines of their cups. Arousal pulsed in Antonio’s gut, and he reached behind her to undo each of the clasps holding the bra in place.

Only when the garment fell slack and was cast aside was he satisfied. His hands replaced the cups, and he squeezed gently. Evie gasped and threw her head back, and Antonio kissed each breast, still astounded that he’d come so far. Evie was everything he wanted in a woman, and he couldn’t believe that she wanted him in the same way he wanted her.

“Antonio,” she gasped. One of his hands parted from her breast, and his mouth took its place. He lapped at her nipple with the flat of his tongue, then ran it in circles until it was rock hard. “Oh god, Antonio, it feels good….”

Antonio’s lips sealed around her nipple, and his tongue set to work as he sucked. Evie moaned and arched her back. Everything she did was sexy. He’d never met a woman who turned him on so much before.

When she was close to the edge, panting and gasping and writhing, he pulled away. Evie looked gorgeous in her lust-fueled state. Her eyes were mostly lidded and her lips were parted. Her hair was messy, pulled out of its up-do so it fanned across the sheets. Antonio guided her dress down the rest of the way, revealing the tiny black thong she wore. Her body was covered in black and white tattoos, mostly portraits, but her breasts, chest, and stomach were free of ink. Her creamy skin was even paler against the shades of black and gray.

“Don’t make me undress you,” she warned. Her voice was dipped with lust, and he loved the gritty sound of it. “I want to see you naked, too.”

Antonio undid his belt and fly, then slipped his pants down his hips and cast them aside along with his socks. His cock strained against the front of his boxer briefs. He wanted her badly.

“Take it off,” Evie instructed. He was helpless against her. The woman was a weapon, and Antonio knew no way to resist. He lowered his boxer briefs, exposing himself to her in full.

Evie purred with delight, reaching out to run her fingers along his hardened abs until they dipped along his pelvic bone and toward the dense forest of hair at the base of his cock. She paused before she made contact, looking up at him with bedroom eyes. He’d never wanted anyone so badly before.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I do.”

The money in his wallet wasn’t the most precious thing he carried—in that moment, he was most thankful for the square foil packet tucked in alongside his bills. Antonio dipped an arm off the bed to fish out his wallet from his clothes and plucked the condom from inside it. He tore it open and took the latex from inside.

“Shit,” Evie mumbled. “I’m allergic to latex. I should’ve told you.”

Antonio stopped what he was doing, heart sinking. There was no way he’d come so close only to get shut down. If he had to, he’d embarrass himself and call down to room service. This was Vegas after all and he was not giving up on Evie now.

“You’re not serious,” he uttered.

“Yeah, I’m fucking with you,” Evie said with a smirk. “God, the look on your face, though, it was—”

Antonio cut her off with a kiss. That was the woman he wanted. The sassy, trouble-making, fun-loving Evie Stuart was the one he wanted by his side and in charge of his shop.

She breathed out against his lips, then hummed her approval and kissed back. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her thighs parted for him. She still wore her thong, but Antonio intended to make quick work of it right after he took care of his condom. Once he slid it down his shaft so the ring settled at his base, he hooked his fingers into the string of her thong and gave it a sharp tug ripping it and making her moan. As soon as he pulled it out of the way and dropped it to the floor, Evie hooked her thighs around his hips and lifted herself.

He loved that she was so eager.

Joining was effortless. His hips pressed downward, and the head of his cock brushed against her soaked entrance. Antonio repeated the gesture with a little more force. His crown slipped inside, stretching her and forcing her body to adjust to his girth.

Evie moaned and broke away from the kiss to try to catch her breath, and he withdrew and did it all over again.

Antonio teased her with his tip over and over until Evie was almost in tears with need. Her hips worked with his, desperate to have him sink deeper. Antonio’s own need swelled, but denial was part of the fun. He wanted to see her beg for it.

The second she did, he pushed deeper.

“Antonio!” Evie cried out. He pushed deeper yet, stretching her body to fit him. He couldn’t believe she was so tight and so warm. The slick length of her sex squeezed him like nothing else. “Oh my god, Antonio!”

He bottomed out inside of her, balls flush with her ass. Evie cried out again and squirmed beneath him, riding his length as he impaled her. Antonio grabbed her by the hips to hold her still, and she struggled against him, pushing him closer.

“Antonio!”

“You feel so good,” he grunted in return. Antonio drew back and then thrust into her again, feeling her walls move for him. The pleasure was out of this world. “Evie, fuck, you feel good.”

His hips pushed forward, then drew back, and Antonio set the pace. It started off slow enough, allowing her to adjust to his size, but it wasn’t long before he wanted more. He needed her.

If the headboard wasn’t firmly bolted to the wall, he was sure it would be bumping in time to the rocking of his body. Whenever she cried out in a certain way, Antonio made sure to strike the same spot over and over. As their pleasure grew, he moved a hand between her legs to toy with her hardened clit.

“Antonio,” Evie begged. “I’m gonna….”

“I want you to come,” he told her, greedy for it. “I want you to come on my dick. I want to feel you lose control around me.”

Evie drew in a sharp breath. Her thighs tightened around his hips, and she ground against him with desperate need. Antonio let her, keeping his pace even and his thrusts calculated.

He wasn’t far from orgasm, either.

“And when you come, I’m going to come inside you. I’m going to lose it. You’re going to make me come, Evie.”

A little bit of dirty talk was all it took. Evie let out a shrill cry and tightened around him. Her walls contracted, and he felt a rippling orgasm work its way through her body. As she came, he kept playing with her clit, and she pressed against him with delirious need.

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Evie felt too good. Antonio groaned, sinking deep into her, finding his release as she squeezed and pulsed around him. His balls shot, emptying their load. The cool, satisfying orgasm soothed his racing heart and eased some of the need from his system.

“You were so good,” he uttered, kissing her. “So fucking good.”

“Wait until I’m riding you in the Jacuzzi tub,” Evie whispered.

For as tired as he was, Antonio perked right up. “You’re not fucking with me now, are you?”

“Well, as a figure of speech, no, but technically?” Evie smirked.

God, he couldn’t get enough of her. A more perfect woman there had never been.