Gerald has barely shut the door on us inside the car when my mouth is covering Mia’s. It’s like I’m suddenly starving for her, but I know there’s nothing sudden about it. She got me going at dinner, gave me some pleasure afterward, and watching her dance and shake her ass as I watched had me thinking I was ready to take her. But dancing so slow and close to her—that’s what pushed me to the edge.

I don’t just need her—I need her now, and more of her.

I kiss her recklessly, and she opens up her mouth for me, tackling my tongue with the want of her own. Her hands rake through my hair, tugging slightly, making me fucking crazy with desire for her. My hands run down her front, over her breasts and to her thighs. I squeeze her skin there and she parts her legs, which is just what I want—for her to think I’m going to give that to her right now. But I have no intention—not right now, and not here. Instead I grope her like a horny teenager until we arrive at my building. Gerald is a smart guy, and after he exits the car he gives us a moment to straighten ourselves before we get out and walk through my lobby.

As we head to the elevators, I hold Mia’s hand in mine—not something I often do with girls. It always seemed so juvenile to me, but since Samantha and high school, I haven’t held a girl or woman’s hand. And now I refuse to admit how good her small hand feels in mine. I don’t want to let go.

In the private elevator to my penthouse I press her up to the wall and ravish her mouth some more. I roughly take her tit in my hand and squeeze before sliding down to her waist and around to her ass, tugging her into my bulging front. I’ve turned into a full-on groper and could not care less. The only thing that matters is Mia, and touching, feeling, seeing more of her.

When we enter my apartment I’d like to throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs to my bedroom—I need her, and now. My dick has been standing at full attention since the door shut on the car outside the club. But Mia is looking wide-eyed around the penthouse like she’s just entered Versailles. I know my place is exceptional—the best money can buy even in a town like New York—but I’m not really in the mood to give a tour right now.

“Wow,” she says, looking around the large open entrance that leads to living space, surrounded by eight-feet tall windows overlooking glittery Manhattan. “I think I saw this place in Architectural Digest.”

“You did,” I say. “Last April’s issue.”

She looks at me. “I was joking.”

“I wasn’t.” They did a nice six-page spread, but it’s not like I designed or decorated the place. I hire people to do shit like that.

“It’s huge,” she says, and I laugh. She looks at me and rolls her eyes. She stands there, out of reach but looking so beautiful, a smile on her face that could melt a dictator’s hearts. “Will you give me a tour?”

“No,” I say. “Not now, anyway. But why don’t you?”

She looks at me curiously. “Why don’t I what?”

“Give me a tour.”

She looks up at the high ceilings and deep hallways. “I’m pretty sure I’d get lost.”

“Not of my place,” I say. “Of you. Show me. Again. But this time, let’s take our time.”

She doesn’t say anything as I walk past her into the living room, but she follows me. I sit in a chair—some leather Swedish thing the decorator picked out—and she looks confused, like she expected me to sit on the couch so we could continue making out like voracious teenagers.

I reach out for her hand and she offers it to me. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her. “I want more of you. Tonight. I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt. I want you, Mia.”

She swallows hard, saying nothing in return.

“Come here,” I say, patting my thigh. “Sit.”

She turns and sits gently on my thigh, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.

“Now give me your foot.” She pauses but then lifts her foot to my hand. I remove her shoe, then the other. “Stand up,” I say, and she complies. “Turn around.”

I unzip her slim skirt and push it down around her ankles. Her pussy, naked from when I told her to toss her panties, is so pretty that I want to cover it with my mouth. But I wait.

“Keep going,” I tell her, nodding to her top and bra. Finally she’s standing before me totally naked. Her shoulders are hunched up and she’s got her hands clasped in front of her. “I told you. No hiding. Move your hands or I’ll tie them behind your back.” She may think I’m joking, but I’m most definitely not.

I rake my eyes over her body, taking it all in. Her smooth curves and full breasts, her hard nipples and full ass—it’s all so beautiful and I intend to touch every millimeter of her body.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her. She hesitates before moving her hand to her breast, holding and massaging. “Keep going,” I say, because it is such a beautiful sight. She slides her hand down over her stomach, over her hip and across to the front of her sex. She cups herself, but lightly—I know she hasn’t really touched herself. She looks like she’s tipping between turned on and shy and it’s a pretty sexy combination.

“Mia Cassidy,” I say. “I am going to make you come tonight, and not just once. Again and again. When I’m done with you, you won’t even know your name. Now tell me,” I add, “is your pussy ready for me?”

With wide eyes she slowly nods to me. She has no idea…