Mornings. I love them. Usually I'm all ‘good morning world!’ Not today. No, today, my brain clangs around my skull, and the light coming in from the window makes me nauseous. Whatever this weight is on my stomach is making it worse.

I open one eye and glimpse down to the tattooed-covered arm strung across my body. Well, that’s surprising. I didn’t expect a man as polished as Pollux to have vibrant ink swirling from his wrist to his shoulder. I’ve never been with a man who had tattoos; it's not exactly something the corporate world encourages. They should. It’s actually hot. I feel like a very bad girl right now. And very not myself. Why am I here and not in my own bed?

Quietly, I try to lift the heavy weight off me to slip out of bed.

Unsuccessful. It’s stone.

He groans and presses his hardness against my ass, then rocks and does it again.

“Pollux. Wake up.”

He grumbles and continues poking me with his morning wood.

“Pollux,” I say again, this time pinching his arm as I do.

“Five more minutes.” He squeezes me tighter, and I study the room. Gold trimming. Crown molding. Exquisite artwork.

The Plaza. I’ve been here before.

“I need to get going.” I have a million things to do today.

He pushes up against me again, and I slowly press my ass back. Ugh. I knew it. I knew I would get turned on. It’s like he’s unleashed the wild Katy.

His fingers trickle into my hair, fisting it into his hand.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growls close to my ear.

“Pollux, please.” Whether that is a ‘please let me up’ or a ‘please keep going’ is debatable. Who am I kidding? It’s a please keep going. Once again, my body betrays me as lust fills my insides.

“Spread your legs for me.” His voice is husky with need, and I oblige to his request.

His hand finds me, and I'm already soaked for him.

“That’s my girl. So fucking wet.”

His girl. The endearment triggers my hips to move, and I grind into his hand before rolling onto my stomach. He spreads my legs apart, pulling my panties down my legs in a slow tease. Oh wow, the way he controls my body is scary. He knows just what to do to turn me into this wild sex fiend.

His dick moves along my ass, and my body buzzes with electricity, stinging the tips of my eyelids.

The foil to a condom wrapper rips in his hurried hands. He’s no longer half asleep asking for five minutes, no, he’s wide awake, about to do unmentionable things to me. My insides somersault with desire. This man, whose name I didn’t even know a few weeks ago, has now become my undoing in the orgasm department. He brings them on so easily. Like a rain dancer bringing on the storm of a lifetime.

“Is this what you want?” He rubs his thick, hard dick along my ass, slapping it against my warm flesh.

“Yes,” I cry out, pushing my hips up to meet him. He slides his length against my wetness, pushing just the tip in my pussy enough to tease me. And it is a tease. The worst kind. Every nerve ending stands on end, hoping, no, praying, for this.

He doesn’t know what type of frenzy he stirs inside me. And right now, with the sunlight of a new day crashing into the room like a car out of control, I show him what he does to me.

I reach around, cupping his balls with one hand and gently massage.

“Oh fuck,” he hisses, running his hand up my back and into my wild locks.

“Take me, Pollux,” I beg him. I damn near plead with him. Because, right now, it’s all my senseless brain can think about. Since the moment I met him, my usually so orderly, prim and proper thoughts, have been nothing but naughty and dirty fantasies.

And he is just the man to fulfil them. All of them.

He grips my hair—hard—jerking my head back so he can rumble my name into my ear.

And then it happens. The moment I’ve been waiting for since he moaned my name. He slams into me, pulling all the way out and thrusting back in with one, controlled push. He grunts, groans, and moans my name in a hoarse, yet sexy growl.

I am wetter than I ever thought possible. Medical journals could do studies on the amount of attraction my pussy wields for him. It’s unnatural—foreign—and not something I’ve ever experienced before.

He nibbles on my ear as his body rocks into mine. The sheer force behind each thrust is driven by something other than lust alone. It must be. No man in the history of foreverdom has ever wanted a woman as bad.

It’s a record in the making. Something scientists could study for years to come. But they won’t study it, because it’s all private. A moment shared only between two people. A mingling of bodies that even the God’s would be jealous of. But, even they don’t watch, for the mere fact it’s shameful.

“You feel so good.” The tight hold on my hair is released, and he slaps my ass. Once. Twice. I moan louder each time.

His hand trails up, fingers twisting around the base of my neck, holding me in place. He squeezes lightly, and ecstasy rushes to my pulsing heated center.

He likes controlling me, and if I have any doubt, his next words confirm it, “This is how it feels to be mine.”

For a moment, the thought sinks in, takes root, builds a home in the epicenter of my brain. His.

“Do you want to be mine?” he asks, still pumping his massive dick into me. In the bedroom, definitely.

I try to nod. I try to squeak out a yes. But, I can’t. Fingers release my neck just a bit.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

I don’t focus on what exactly I'm committing to with that answer. Instead, I steer my mind in the direction that here and now, I’m all his.

My orgasm is close, but I push her away. Not ready to deal with her just yet. This feels too good, and I don’t want it to end.

Knowing the awkward that will follow is too much for me to handle. So, I let the ecstasy build and build. I let his fingers trail down my body again, unzipping my dress. Right now, I'm the bad girl he wants, and it’s making me feel ten times sexier than I have ever felt before.

A hundred times sexier. He’s all alpha and dominance, and it turns me on.

“You’re so wet. All for me.” He pushes deeper inside me.

“All for you,” I say, grinding my ass against his hard waist.

This is anything but sex. No, it’s a pure fuckfest. Hot breaths, loud moans. Slapping skin and sweat mixed together in an undeniable law of attraction. A primal joining of two people who want nothing more than to reach that level of highness with each other.

No feelings will linger. No questions of tomorrow. He lets me know what this is with each slap of my ass and with each tug of my hair.

He fucks me with no gentleness. And it’s ok with me.

I don't want hearts and flowers.

Not at all.

My body climbs and climbs, and I see sunbursts behind my lids and I ride out the best orgasm of my life while he shudders with his own.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

Fuck, indeed. It certainly was a fucking of high fucking. One complete with awards and grand trophies. And when it’s all over, and we are a pile of panting, sweaty bodies, all I want...no, all I can think about, is when can we do it again?

* * *

“Can I drop you by your place?” he calls out as I stand in the bathroom, trying to smooth down my hair, trying to make sense of what I'm doing.

“No,” I say through the door, “I’m meeting my brother in Murray Hill for lunch.”

I need my older brother now more than ever. Maybe his level head can help me see clearly in this tangled mess.

Tangled because, I barely know Pollux, and this is starting to become more than a business arrangement for me. He makes me laugh and smile, which I haven't done for a very long time. And my god, the sex. I'm beginning to like being around him. Which is not ok. Neither is this evening gown I'm wearing. I’ll need to swing by my place before I meet Houston. Can’t very well wear a ballgown to lunch. Maybe I'll just wear this shroud of regret that has set in.

“I’m going to call my driver. I’m sorry about last night. I have a little problem with champagne,” I apologize, stepping into the hall where he waits, leaning against the wall.

He pushes off and moves closer. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Yeah, our early morning workout did wonders.” I giggle, like a schoolgirl. What is wrong with me? I need to get my emotions in check.

This is business. I'm a business woman.

“You should check out what I can do in the afternoon.” He smiles, and it ignites flames low in my core.

I head down the stairs with him trailing behind me. I should be fired from hiring fake fiancés of the world. I should have hired someone with whom I have no sexual chemistry. Maybe that’s all this is. Sexual chemistry. My mind is clouded by phenomenal sex, and once I can get away from him for long enough, I’ll get over the need for him.

Breathe, Katy. In and Out. That’s the key.

Spotting my clutch from last night on the counter, I fish out my phone and dial my car service.

He crosses his arms, watching me.

When I hang up the phone, I whisper, “I’ll see you soon. I’m going to wait downstairs for my driver.”

My walk of shame out of this sex den is hasty, but I falter momentarily at his parting words,

“You’re going to be begging for more. I can promise you that.”

Let's hope he's not a man of his word.

* * *

I spot Houston, still in scrubs, sitting at a table in Delia’s Diner. This is our favorite spot; we’ve been coming here for years. So much, they know us. I swing open the door, a wide smile on my face. No matter my mood, being around Houston makes it ten times better. He’s a great older brother and has been through more than I could ever bear. Losing a child nearly destroyed him. I don’t like to think about that dark time in our lives. Getting the call my nephew was involved in a car accident—the devastation that followed. I’ll never forget those first months, when Houston and his ex-wife, Jennifer, wouldn’t even leave their house.

“Hey there.” He pulls me in for a hug, and then we take a seat. “I ordered for you,” he says, nodding to my macchiato.

“On break?” I ask, pointing to his clothing.

“Just getting off work. Marley and I have plans tonight.” His eyes soften when he mentions her name.

Marley is a former student of Houston’s when he was a professor at NYU. I love her as much as he does. She was the first person to get Houston to smile again after his son, Nathan, died.

“Oh, what do the two of you have planned?”

“Nothing too big. Dinner. Maybe a movie. Marley’s been working non-stop on her degree. I feel she needs a break to unwind a little.”

“How are things with the two of you?” I ask.

“Better than ever. I never thought I could ever be so lucky. After Nathan died I didn’t think I deserved it. But with her, she makes me breathe again.” I get that, because, now that I think about it, that's the way Pollux has been making me feel. I wonder what he would think of Pollux?

“I’m so glad you’re happy,” I tell him.

He studies me with his dark eyes. “What’s wrong, Katy?”

I launch into my story, confiding everything, but leaving out the sordid details of all things sexual.

“You hired him to be your what?” he asks, eyeing me carefully as he takes a gulp of his black coffee.

“You know the board has the mindset of the 18th century. I think if I had a fiancé the people at the firm would take me more seriously. Once I make partner, I'm going to abolish their sexist slavery.”

He sets his cup down and leans in. “You like him, don’t you?”

I shift in my seat. “No.” I’m not convincing. He can always see through my lies. And right now, is no different.

He cocks a brow. “Katy?”

My name lingers in the air. Do I like him? Isn't it too early for like? There's a niggle happening of wanting to know things about him. But I'm sure that's the sex confusing me.

“He's exciting, I guess,” I finally tell him. “But, I need this partnership more. I worked so damn hard for it.”

“I know. Live a little, you deserve it. Life is short.” His eyes sadden.

I stare at him a moment and shrug. “Yeah, maybe.”

We continue talking about our mom and dad, and more about Marley and her work. After another coffee, and the sun sets, I tell him I need to get going.

“You have that hot date to get to,” I remind him as he helps me slip on my coat.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me know how everything goes.”

I give him a big hug. “I will.”

Is Houston right? Should I live a little? I can't remember the last time I was focused on anything other than work or making partner.

I text Pollux, giving him my address to come see me. Time to start living.

He sits in the lobby when I enter my building, and butterflies rush through me.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”

He stands. “Hey, darling.”

I narrow my eyes. “Really? What have I said about cutesy nicknames?”

He takes my hand in his, showing off his naughty grin. “Come on, you love it. So, have you missed me? Maybe you texted for that afternoon train ride.”

I slap his arm. “There’s no train station anywhere around here.”

He steps closer. “I see a train station right here,” he glances down, “and I’m sure the train is ready to pull in.”

I step back. “Ok, seriously, if you mention a train one more time, I’ll end this deal.”

He laughs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine. I concede. Truth is, I had an idea.”

“Follow me.” I turn toward the elevator, crooking my finger at him.