Grayson’s kisses are potent — an intoxicating brew that’s been shot straight into my veins to make me swoon in his arms. I can’t breathe, can’t think, and after he ends the kiss, he keeps his mouth against mine, heating my lips and making me shiver.

His naughty talk still rings in my ears, echoing through me with erotic reverberations.

I can’t stop thinking about your lips on my cock, baby.

The raw sensuality of that image sends lust pummeling through me, straight down to my belly. I knot up in sexual coils, heat trickling to my pussy, where my clit starts beating in a tight rhythm. But it’s not only his whispered words that enthrall me — it’s the way he looks right now as he holds me against him. His dark hair is disheveled from his workout, his dark gaze wild. His bare skin feels hot and slick with sweat under my palms, and that skin covers muscles so hard that they feel like granite. His thick arm is wrapped around me, and his scent is masculine and primal.

I can’t resist him, even though I was ready to run out the door only an hour ago.

His breathing is heavy, and when he languidly slips his tongue between my lips, parting them for an even deeper kiss, I open for him with a soft groan. The kiss is tangled, slow, full of carnal promise, but there’s also urgency there as he walks me backward. I’m barely aware that he’s brought me into his elevator until the door slides shut with a thud.

He presses me against one of the mirrored walls and then leaves me so he can access a button on the elevator panel that pauses the car. As he stalks back toward me, I hold my breath. The only sounds are our quick breathing and my crazy heartbeat, and when he leans toward me and braces his hands on the wall behind me, my pulse goes even crazier.

All around us, we’re reflected a million times over in those mirrors — me, Harlow Turner, in the clutches of this rock-hard giant. He makes me look tiny as he cages me with those huge arms, his muscles flexing. I feel all that flexing inside me too, my pussy clenching, my tummy twisting up with even more knots.

I look away from the mirror and back up into his dark, burning gaze.

“I can’t stop thinking about a lot of things when it comes to you,” he roughly whispers. “My mouth sucking on your tits, my fingers teasing your pussy...”

A flush roars all over my skin, and I bite my lip.

His mouth tilts in a ruthless smile. “You’ve been thinking about those things too, haven’t you?”

I can’t lie. “Yes.”

He keeps one hand braced against the mirrored wall while he uses the other to negligently undo the buttons of my dress. His arrogance astounds me — and it makes me so hot that I start to wither from the steam.

“Have you been thinking about how hard you made my cock when I saw your beautiful tits last night?” he asks.

The only answer I can manage is a tiny moan. My heart is jittering so fast that I think it might explode, and when Grayson has my dress undone, he confidently unhooks the front clasp of my plain white bra too. He sure knows what he’s doing, and I try to steady my sharp breathing. He spreads open my dress and bra, exposing my breasts. His gaze darkens as if I’m torturing him, even though I’m here for the taking — so willing, so ready to fall at his feet.

I still can’t believe I have this kind of power over anyone, much less an infamous billionaire player, but then he looks into my eyes and slips his finger under my chin. He turns my head so I’m looking in the mirror.

“God,” he murmurs. “Just look at how fucking hot you are.”

I obey his heated demand, my gaze taking in my rising and falling chest, my stimulated pink nipples that tip my swollen breasts. I never thought I was sexy — not until I see the way Grayson is also looking in the mirror at me.

Our gazes connect in the reflection, and I burn up even more inside.

He reaches down to one of my breasts and glides his knuckles under it, lifting it. Then he starts fondling the other one, and I can only watch him seduce me in the mirror. It’s almost surreal. I can’t quite believe I’m the woman who’s in an elevator with such a ridiculously hot man — and all I can do is bite my lip and blush in agitated anticipation.

As he caresses me, his low, rich voice fills the car. “Do you know what I want to do to you, baby?”

I can barely shake my head as he keeps rubbing my nipple. Bolts of ragged electricity are shooting everywhere inside of me, leaving a damp, dangerous buzz in my pussy.

“I want to get your cunt wet again,” he whispers. “Then, after you come for me like you did last night, I want you to run those luscious lips up and down my cock. I want you to take me into that gorgeous mouth until I come just as hard as you’ll do for me.”

With every dirty word, I melt a little more. I’m getting so wet that I can feel my juices coat my inner thighs, and when he uses one hand to very capably work my dress and bra down until the material is gathered at my hips, I’m all his.

This is no girlfriend act — at least on my part.

The thought of that scares me to death, because I don’t even know this man. I don’t even know how to do the things he’s been so naughtily describing to me...

He braces his entire arm against the wall, hovering over me, watching my face as he traces his fingers over my tummy. When he slips them into the front of my panties, I buck away from the wall, rising up on my toes.

He eases through my slippery folds, rubbing me, arousing me. “So wet, just like last night,” he whispers. “Damn, you don’t know what you do to me...”

But I have a good idea, because as I move my hips with his every stroke, I look in the mirror again. I see myself gyrating in slow ecstasy, but I can also see his cock straining against his gym shorts, and my mouth waters. I lean my head back against the wall and look up into his turbulent gaze.

As he pushes the tip of his finger into my pussy, I gasp sharply, because no one has ever done this to me before. He swirls his finger, making me turn my face away and raise my arm over my head in growing rapture.

He pushes his finger higher, and I let out a restless mewl.

“So wet,” he whispers. “So hot...”

He takes up an erotic rhythm, finger fucking me, adding his thumb to mix, circling my clit with every thrust. As I gyrate, I can hear how turned on I am, sloppy with my juices. That only adds to the pressure building up in my belly. It’s like there’s a raging ball of fire there, pulsing, starting to expand with relentless rays of heat.

When he catches my mouth with his in another punishing kiss, I moan against him. He growls against me, sending tremors through me, and when he pushes another finger into me, I cry against him.

“That’s my dirty baby,” he whispers against me. “Look at yourself in that mirror again. Look at what a bad girl you are.”

Through my hazy gaze, I see the reflection of a flushed bad girl writhing with every bang of her bad boy’s fingers. The sight of him, half naked with all those muscles bunching and flexing, is almost too much, and when he crooks his fingers inside of me and hits a spot so pleasurable and naughty that I can’t believe it even exists, I explode, coming hard and fast in a string of blazing, wet bursts that make me so weak that I can’t even stand up. With a delirious cry, I slide down the wall, coming to my knees in front of Grayson, where I wrap my arms around his leg and lean my head against him.

I can’t breathe. I’m about to die a pulse-battering death, but I’m happier than I’ve ever been.

I smile at that bad girl in the mirror.

Grayson sees me, and as our gazes meet again, there’s something in his eyes that confuses and arouses me. Maybe he’s just as bewildered as I am about what’s happening here, and when his eyes cloud over, I know it’s because he’s once again built up those protective walls that keep him distanced from me.

“Harlow,” he says in a commanding voice. “You know what I want now, don’t you?”

I nod against his leg.

“Tell me,” he says.

“My lips,” I whisper with the last bit of air left in my lungs. “You want my lips on you.”

“Yes. I want that beautiful mouth on my cock. I want you to suck me before I fucking burst.”

His words are tight, strained. I can feel how tense he is but, in the mirror, his muscles seem even tauter, rocked up with all the effort that it’s taking for him to hold back.

I’m more frightened of what’s about to happen than ever, and I think he sees it. “Grayson, I’ve never...”

“Never what, baby?”

I swallow hard. “I’ve never...you know. Done anything like what you want me to do.”

We both glance away from the mirror, our gazes connecting for real as he looks down at me on my knees before him. I see realization gathering in his gaze like a storm cloud.

“Are you a...?”

“Virgin?” I whisper. “Yes. My dossier said I was.”

But we both know by now that he didn’t bother to read it.

He seems overwhelmed for a moment, but then I see something else take over his gaze. Excitement.

His mouth curls up in a ruthless smile. “Then I’ll teach you what you need to know.”

A flood of relief — no, it’s my own excitement — consumes me like a red-hot spill of liquid. It fills me up, making my pussy feel even plumper, wetter.

He leans against the wall and crooks his finger at me, inviting me to go to him. I crawl over, flushing more than ever before, and then wait for my instructions.

He pushes down his shorts until his cock is revealed and — damn. He’s huge, hard, throbbing, and engorged. Drops of moisture glisten on his head, and saliva stings the corners of my mouth even as fear races around my veins.

“First,” he says, “just touch me.”

His voice is choked, revealing the extent of his aroused agony. Tentatively, I reach up and run my fingers over his stiff length.

He leans back his head in obvious torment.

If I can do that to him just with a touch, what will happen if I...

Gathering courage, I take him into my palm. He sucks in a breath.

“Now,” he grits, “all you have to do is run your tongue up and down me.”

“Like a popsicle?” Oh, my God, that sounds so stupid. I’m a sexual moron.

But he isn’t laughing at me. “Yes, Harlow baby. That’s exactly it.”

His hungry words give me a sense of power, and when I lick him from the base of his cock to the tip, he groans deeply. Encouraged, I dart my tongue over his head, tasting him.

Slightly sweet. Creamy.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Now swirl that tongue around me, baby.”

I use my tongue on him again, at first experimentally. But as he keeps making those fervent, turned-on sounds, I get bolder. I swirl my tongue around him like he said, and when he spreads his fingers in my hair, I know I’m doing it right.

“Keep going,” he growls. “Just like that...”

I start to take to this as if I can do no wrong. I bring him all the way into my mouth, thinking about sucking the sweet juice from a popsicle, laving him, loving him. And when I catch a peek of myself going down on him in the mirror, my clit twists with a joyous thrill.

“Now suck,” he grits out.

I take him deeper, sliding my mouth up him while sucking, then going back down, whirling my tongue, reveling in how hot this is with our reflections in that mirror. His fingers grip my hair tighter and tighter as I keep going and going—

When he finally comes, it’s with a blast in my mouth, but before I can even swallow, he withdraws, and his hot, wet seed gushes over my bare breasts, bathing me...

Initiating me.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, pure lust pounding inside of me as he finally relaxes against the wall, looking down at me like I’m his queen and there’ll never be anyone else who can do what I just did for him.

“Harlow,” he murmurs. “Show me how much you like feeling my cum all over you. Show me how hot it makes you feel...”

I don’t break his stare. Thanks to his demand, I only get bolder, and I wonderingly rub his cum over my breasts, basking in the erotic slickness.

Grayson’s gaze smolders, and I know that this arrangement has just taken a sharp turn into a place I wasn’t expecting.