Alec saw a mixture of recognition and pure fucking bliss cross her features as she sank down on his cock, one torturous inch at a time. She must have remembered seeing him in Cameron’s garage, and now with his name had put two and two together. Finally.

“Oh, fuck,” Stassi moaned as she wiggled on top of him. “You’re so, so…”

He reached up and took her pebbled nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, then gave them a firm pinch, twisting them slightly. A small gasp of pleasure sprang from her lips as she began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding herself against him. Fuck if she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He ran his hands down her smooth back, loving the feel of her hot skin against his palms. “Go ahead. I want to hear you say it.”

Stassi reached for some hair that had fallen in front of her face and pushed it to the side as her gorgeous blue eyes looked down at him. Her lips curled into a small smile. “Hmm. You do, do you?”

“Yes, please.”

Stassi licked her lips and leaned forward, her soft breasts rubbing along his chest.

He flicked his tongue out and ran it over her lips. “What am I?”

“You’re fucking huge.”

“Damn right I am. Now tell me how you want it. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me what you need.”

“I like it hard.”

Alec growled when the words left her sexy little mouth, then dug his fingers into her hips and began to pound into her perfect heat.

She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself as he moved beneath her.

He thrust into her hard and deep, then grabbed her hips and tilted them back a little farther so her clit could absorb some of the power from his thrusts. He watched, mesmerized, as her breasts bounced and his cock disappeared in and out of her, her pussy lips sliding along his shaft with each thrust. The visual was intoxicating, and he had to clench his jaw to keep from losing it. “Like this? Is this how you like to be fucked?”

“Y…yes.”

She was perfect. Every single bit of her body, inside and out, was designed to bring him to his knees. To make him shatter into a million pieces until there wasn’t a damn thing left. This woman was dangerous. He could see it. Feel it. Hell, he could practically taste it. He knew he should get the fuck out of there, but he also knew this thing with them was just getting started, and dammit if he didn’t want to see where it went.

Stassi removed his hands from her hips and held them in front of her, her fingers laced in his, using them to steady herself as she ground back and forth on top of him.

“Yes. Just like that, Blondie. Fuck…you feel so good.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and began to shudder, clearly about to orgasm again. He sat up and wrapped his arm around her small waist and pulled her closer as she continued to jerk on top of him. “You going to come for me again?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I’m about to come undone, too.” He let one of his hands trail up the center of her chest and throat, then grabbed her chin and pulled her face down until she met his eyes. “I’ll fuck you whenever you want, wherever you want. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you lose it. Make you scream. I’m fine with your rules. All except one.” He leaned in and spoke just over her mouth, her blue eyes wide and taking in his every move. “I’ll kiss you whenever I fucking please. Soft. Hard. However I see fit. If I’m going to only play with you, then this mouth belongs to me. And, Blondie”—he ran his tongue over her pink lips, not missing their slight tremble—“I’ll always kiss you when you come.” He smashed his mouth to hers, and she moaned hungrily as she immediately opened for him. Her tongue was wet and hot, and the way it desperately slid against his had him convinced she was as starved for him as he was for her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and curled her fingers into his hair, and the slight sting in his scalp from where she pulled only turned him on more. She ground herself against him a few more times, then her mouth opened and a choked cry escaped her lips.

He pressed his mouth onto hers again, swallowing down her moans as she came. He growled and bit into her plump bottom lip as her pussy squeezed his cock, milked it so good he thought he’d fucking die, and then cried out as he found his own release.

Their bodies slowed as their orgasms overtook them, each trying to get closer to the other and wring out every last bit of bliss, and even when their movements stopped, when their hips stilled and their hands came to a rest on the other’s skin, their kiss didn’t. It slowed, and hungry, passionate moans turned to small whimpers of pleasure. He placed his palms on the sides of her face and tilted her head, deepening the kiss until he almost got lightheaded.

Stassi was the first to pull away, a look of wonder on her face as she ran her fingertips over his lips. “I love the way you kiss.”

Alec chuckled and brushed a few strands of damp hair out of her face. “Oh yeah? What’s so special about it?”

“You kiss me like…” She trailed off, and a deep blush spread over her cheeks and down her neck.

“Like what, Blondie?”

Stassi let out what sounded like a forced laugh, then placed her forehead against his. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it. We should get up, anyway.”

Without waiting for him to reply, she placed her palms on his shoulders and stood. He watched her step away, missing the heat of her almost immediately. He quickly pushed himself up, then grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand. “Here, let me—”

“No, it’s okay. I can do it.” Stassi took the Kleenex from him and proceeded to clean herself.

He snagged a few more from the cardboard box and saw to his own cleanliness, carefully pulling the condom off, tying the end, then discarding it in the trash.

Stassi picked her skirt up from the floor and stepped into it. “So if you knew who I was, why did you act like you didn’t? A little messed up, don’t you think?”

Alec eyed her as he grabbed his discarded clothes, noting the slight bit of annoyance in her tone. “I wasn’t trying to pull one over on you. When I decided to approach you, I assumed you’d tell me your name, I’d tell you mine, and the connection would be made.” He shrugged into his shirt and began to button it up. “Yeah I knew who you were, but I only recently learned your name. I’ve seen you around a few times when I’ve come to check on things, and when I ran into you at Cameron’s garage…” When he’d gone to Cameron’s place of business, it had been to discuss some issues that had come to his attention regarding one of the guests. LeAnn.

Drinking was allowed, encouraged even, as long as everyone acted like adults and kept it under control. Drugs, on the other hand, were not in any way tolerated. Apparently LeAnn had forgotten those rules on a few recent occasions, and while he couldn’t control her actions at home, he’d be dammed if he’d let it go on here. Jackson used to help keep an eye on her, but since he’d shacked up with Gigi, he’d been less available. So he’d gone to see if Cameron could be of help to him, and when he’d arrived, Stassi had been there. It’d looked like she and Cameron had been in an intense conversation, but regardless of that fact, she’d been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He’d known right then and there they’d meet again.

Stassi nodded as she finished adjusting her shirt, then stepped back into her heels that had gotten lost somewhere along the way. “Okay. That’s fair.”

“Is it going to be a problem?”

“No, not at all. But I prefer to keep my anonymity. That’s one of the reasons this place was created, right? So we could come and play and not worry about what happens here affecting our professional lives?”

“It is.” Alec zipped up his pants as he watched her. The flush in her cheeks had begun to subside, save for a few scattered flecks of pink. “And I’m going to ask the same favor of you. Nobody needs to know I run this place. You know who I am, Cameron and Jackson as well, and I assume Lacey…but I prefer to keep it private. As far as everyone else is concerned, I’m just another party goer.”

“Great. Then we’re good to go.” Stassi gave him a tight smile, then held out her open hand.

He stared at it, not sure what she wanted.

“Your phone.”

Alec smirked and placed his hand in hers, her fingers twitching at the contact. “I didn’t bring my phone in. Aren’t you aware of the rules? Nothing with a camera?”

Stassi rolled her eyes and tried to wiggle her hand out of his grasp, but he held on firmly. “I guess I figured being master of the house would get you some perks. Silly me.”

Alec laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Not quite, but I have your information on file. I can shoot you a text so you have my number and can arrange another meeting. Well, if I passed, of course.”

Stassi gave him a seductive smile—Jesus Christ her smile nearly did him in—and stepped toward him. She ran her finger over his chest and murmured, “You definitely passed.” She leaned in and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, then pulled her hand from his grasp and made her way to the door. Just as she was about to leave, she turned back to him. “And Alec, this is the only time we play in the rooms. From now on it’ll need to be in the living room.”

Alec did his best to give nothing away with his expression, but it was damn hard. He wanted to tell her to drop the façade and turn back into the woman he’d been with three minutes ago. The one who’d kissed him like she’d been waiting to do it all her life. Not the cold, matter of fact person who stood before him now. He knew he couldn’t say those things, of course. Truth was he didn’t know her or how she normally behaved, so instead he nodded slightly, and then she was gone.

He stood there for a moment, a little shell shocked if he was being real with himself. He wasn’t used to women calling the shots with him. Not that he had a problem with it, per se, it just left a weird as fuck taste in his mouth.

He straightened his clothes and left the room, shutting the door behind him. He glanced down the long hallway at the bedroom doors, some open, some closed, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.

One of his buddies, Dennis, had created this place so people could get away from reality, even if only for an evening or so. He was a banker Alec had met when he was trying to get a loan for his restaurant. He smiled at the realization it’d been ten years ago. Time flies…

One night Dennis had come into the restaurant with his coworkers and had a little too much red wine, and proceeded to tell Alec about how he’d seen way too many of his colleagues and friends spend their lives merely going through the motions. They were tired of their jobs, overwhelmed with greedy children who wanted nothing but their money, and paranoid of everyone who crossed their paths. Hell, they were so bored with life they couldn’t even be bothered to fuck their wives anymore.

The idea of the parties had started off as a sort of joke between the two men. What red blooded American didn’t get excited at the idea of throwing all that societal bullshit out the window and doing what felt good, right? Slowly but surely, the idea began to form more fiercely in Dennis’ head, and before Alec knew what was happening, he’d agreed to run the place. With work and family responsibilities, Dennis wouldn’t have the time to check in and make sure things stayed up to snuff.

Alec, on the other hand, didn’t have a wife. No kids. Just himself and his restaurant. Sure he took care of his sisters and niece, but in the end it only made sense that he’d run the place.

Dennis, in exchange, made sure to hold as many dinner meetings and work functions at the restaurant as he could. It had proven to be a good deal for both of them. And not only for them, for the guests as well.

This place, this escape, had brought some of Dennis’ friends back from the dead. The men loved the freedom of it, their wives found it exciting, and after an evening of visual stimulation they’d retreat to one of the back rooms or home for an all-night fuck-fest.

From the beginning the men hadn’t been interested in some sleazy, seedy vibe. They’d worked damn hard to make sure the erotic tones of the house were kept in line with a certain classiness. This environment wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and that was perfectly fine, but there were lots of people who enjoyed it, and the last thing they wanted was a brothel. Guests were invitation only, and they had to pass an STD screening as well as a criminal background check. The women also had to show proof they were on birth control. Condoms were always well stocked, but if some wanted to forgo their use, they wanted to make sure everyone was protected as well as they could be. People could come and watch, partake, have a little fun…as long as they didn’t drink too much or use any illegal drugs. And the best part? It all happened under the beautiful veil of anonymity. It was perfect.

Alec glanced around as he made his way to the front door. Everything seemed to be on the up and up, and Jason, the doorman, stood at the front just as he was supposed to. “I’m heading out. I’ll see you later. And Jason, good job.”

Jason smiled and gave him a slight nod. “Yes, sir. Thank you for the opportunity, sir.”

Alec walked to his truck and couldn’t help but shake his head at the way Jason called him sir. In truth, he’d been more than a little worried when he’d hired the kid. He was on the younger side, early twenties, with glasses and a head full of red hair. Alec guessed Jason hadn’t had much experience with women, and the last thing he needed was for the door to be unmanned because the doorman was too busy gawking at pussy in the living room. But Jason had proven to be a good fit. He did his job, was incredibly respectful of the guests and the rules, and Dennis paid him handsomely to keep it that way. When Cameron left, Alec thought they’d be in a bind, but Cameron had trained Jason well.

The thought of Cameron immediately brought his mind back to Stassi. Stassi was, after all, Cameron’s girlfriend’s best friend. Lacey had shown up to one of the parties one night and won Cameron’s heart, but left before he’d been able to properly ask her out. Stassi had seen to it he’d gotten another shot, and the rest, as they say, is history. Except now history had found its way into his life in the form of a tall, ridiculously stunning blonde with delicious curves and a smile to bring a man to his knees.

Alec started his vehicle and made his way up the long, gravel drive, thoughts of Stassi dancing around in his head. He’d been with plenty of women—hell, he was forty-two years old—but Stassi was unlike anyone he’d ever met. The real fucked up thing was he had no idea why. There was something different about her—that was a given—but for the life of him he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Either way, he damn sure looked forward to how much fun it would be finding out.