We rushed out of the building, the cool evening air exactly what I needed.

“Where is the limo?” I asked, so turned on that I could hardly think straight.

I don’t know what had done it, but seeing Bryce again, feeling his lips against mine, made me want nothing else than to be naked with him as quickly as I could. I didn’t even know if I’d be able to make it home.

“Should be here soon,” he said. “I sent him a text on the way out.”

Bryce put his hands on my hips again, turning me toward him. I closed my eyes and stood on my tiptoes, waiting for the kiss I knew was about to come. When his lips touched mine, I felt like I might come apart at the seams. His hands moved along my hips and over my breasts, my nipples puckering hard at his touch.

“There it is,” I said, taking his lips from mine.

Sure enough, the limo that had brought us here was now at the curb. I didn’t want to wait for the chauffeur to come and politely open the door for us. There was nothing polite about what was on my mind.

Bryce was apparently thinking the same thing. He hurried over to the limo, opening the door and letting me in. Once we were both inside, he shut the door and turned to me.

“Back to the apartment, Mr. Carver?” asked the chauffeur.

“No,” said Bryce. “Why don’t you take us for a drive around the city? I’m thinking the scenic route.”

“You got it, Mr. Carver.”

With that, the blacked-out partition rose up. As soon as it was sealed, Bryce pounced on me like a jungle cat, his eyes wild with passion. It was a striking contrast to the Bryce I’d come to know—that calm, in-control man who never lost his cool.

“There’s something about you, Chelsea,” he said. “Something that makes me feel like I’m not myself.”

My body positioned underneath him, I raised an eyebrow.

“Is that a good thing?” I asked.

He leaned and kissed me along the curve of my neck. The sensation of his lips on my skin was so firm and soft and divine that I could do nothing but sigh as I ran my hands over the broad lines of his back.

“At first,” he said, lifting his lips off my skin for long enough to speak, “I wasn’t sure. Not being in control of myself is a feeling I’m not used to. But now I’m starting to like it.”

His gorgeous eyes twinkled, the light from the passing city playing on the sculpted features of his face. Bryce leaned in and kissed me more, his hands moving over my stomach and breasts, my skin breaking out into goose bumps as a thrill ran up my spine.

“But it’s only you,” he said, squeezing my breasts, my nipples turning into solid little stones. “Only you make me feel this way.”

I didn’t know what to make of this. I loved it, but I was confused. I had no idea what I was doing to make a man like Bryce feel this way.

“But I’m not even doing anything,” I said, my pussy getting hotter and wetter by the second.

He let out a snort, a wry smile curving his lips.

“You might think so,” he said, “but you’re absolutely doing something to me.”

I let out another sigh, the grip of his hands on my sides making me feel thrilled and turned on and desperate for more. I spread my legs, the dress slipping up my thighs and exposing pale expanses of skin, along with a hint of the lacy black and white panties underneath.

Bryce’s hand shot right to my cunt, and he began rubbing my clit with the side of his fingers.

Goddamn, his touch was like nothing else. The soft fabric of my thong was soaked as soon as he touched me. I needed the panties off, right away. Knowing that they were the only thing keeping me from Bryce was intolerable.

Thankfully, he was of the same mind. Bryce, his lips now moving along the curved ridge of my collarbone, took hold of my panties’ waistband and rolled them down slowly over my thighs. Soon they were dangling from my heels, and with a quick jerk of my foot, I kicked them off and onto the other side of the seat.

Bryce pulled back and loomed over me, his eyes hungrily taking in the sight of me lying below him, my hair tousled wild around my face, my cheeks flushed, my legs spread open wide for him. I could tell he was trying to figure out where to begin.

A quick glance down at his pants revealed that he was more than ready for me—his thick, hard cock looked on the verge of ripping through the very expensive fabric. I ran my hands over my hips, beckoning him to my body.

With another fluid motion, Bryce ducked down between my legs. Once there, his face only inches away from my cunt, I watched he drew in a slow breath through his nostrils.

“You smell like fucking heaven,” he said, flicking his eyes up to mine for a brief moment. “And I know that’s exactly how you taste, too.”

I slipped my hands into his thick hair, guiding him down. But he didn’t need my help. Bryce cut the distance between his face and my pussy down to nothing, and soon I could feel the plushness of his lips against my cunt. He reached up and spread me open, kissing me slowly and deliberately.

“Ohhh fuuuck,” I let out, closing my eyes and bracing myself against the hot pleasure that boiled up from where he kissed me.

He didn’t screw around, and he didn’t tease. Holding me open with one hand, Bryce slipped a pair of fingers inside of me, hooking them in just the right way to hit my G-spot. And as he fingered me, his tongue dragged hard against my clit, each motion forcing a soaring pulse of pleasure through my body.

Bryce ate me expertly, the wet sound of his tongue lapping against my clit filling the air. The movement of his fingers and his tongue where synced perfectly, timed just so to make sure not a moment passed that wasn’t filled with unbearable pleasure.

“Come for me,” he said, lifting up his mouth just long enough to speak. “I want to taste you as you come.”

Oh man. I wasn’t used to being talked to like that, and the low, insistent purr of his voice coaxed me even closer to the edge.

Soon, the twin motions of his tongue and fingers proved too much for me to hold back against. The orgasm ripped through my body, causing my hips to buck from left to right as my face tightened into a hard expression of throbbing, hot pleasure.

Bryce continued to eat me through the orgasm, his tongue flicking over my clit and fingers sliding in and out of me with liquid ease.

“Pants off—now,” I said as the last throbs of the orgasm worked through me.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Someone’s feeling bossy,” he said.

“Hey,” I said. “You’re the one who wants me to be in charge. Might as well get started now.”

He chuckled as he slipped off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the seats across from us. I couldn’t wait for him to get undressed. My body shot up erect and my fingers quickly went to work on his crisp white shirt, each undone button revealing more of the impossibly sculpted physique underneath.

Once it was undone, he slipped it off over his broad, round shoulders. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get even wetter than I already was, but the sight of Bryce’s sculpted upper body managed to do it.

His hands were a blur over his belt buckle and zipper, and moments later his cock was out and ready for me, the thick, smooth flesh solid as steel, the end already dripping with anticipation. Bryce lunged forward again, the end of his head grazing my clit and pushing out another pulse of hot pleasure.

I was so eager that my body felt ready to completely unravel. I reached down and took hold of his cock, my fingertips moving slowly along its length. And with my hand wrapped around it, I guided Bryce into me.

Being split in half by Bryce Carver was as intense as experiencing a force of nature. My pussy stretched to wrap him in a tight, warm grip, and I squirmed underneath him as he pushed inch by inch into me. Once he was fully buried, I ran my fingers over the hard lines of his muscular back, feeling the slight sweat that sheened his skin and breathing in deeply his musky scent.

Bryce held still for a moment, having his own pleasure to deal with.

“You’re like nothing else, Chelsea,” he said, his mouth inches from my ear, his breath hot on my skin, his voice low and charged with sensuality. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”

The pleasure was so much that I could hardly process his words, let alone form my own. So I decided to let my body do the talking.

My hands clamped down onto his perfect, round ass, his muscles tensing and flexing underneath them. I lifted my legs enough to wrap around him, locking his body against mine.

Bryce got the message loud and clear and thrust into me at a steady, smooth pace that put me into a surreal trance of pleasure. Gradually, the pace picked up, and it wasn’t long before he was driving into me with wild intensity, my breasts shaking out of my dress from the impact of his hips into mine.

When the orgasm hit, it was the sweetest rush I could imagine. The pleasure that took hold of me made the orgasm he’d brought me to with his mouth seem like nothing more than a tease. I thrashed, moaned, and writhed underneath him, my hips bucking wildly.

Bryce came soon after, announcing his orgasm with a hard grunt. He reached down and slipped his cock out of me, his end already shooting out thick ropes of pearl-white cum. The bulk of his load sprayed onto my thigh and cunt, and I watched eagerly as his prick pulsed it all out.

When he was done, Bryce collapsed at my side, and it wasn’t long before the two of us were cuddling on the limo seat.

“OK,” I said after a time, determination in my voice. “I think I can do this.”

Bryce flashed me a curious expression. “You can…what?”

“The job. I can do it.”

He smiled a bit. “That’s what’s on your mind right now?” he asked. “I mean, happy to hear it, but I’m not exactly thinking about work at the moment.”

“I am,” I said. “I think what we just did cleared my head, you know? Worked all the tension out of me.”

He placed his hand on my belly, his eyes watching my chest rise and fall.

“Good to hear,” he said. “I know you’re going to do great.”

A hush of silence passed, but then my curiosity got the better of me.

“What were you thinking about?” I asked.

“Hmm?” he asked, turning that beautiful gaze of his up to me.

“You said you weren’t thinking about work,” I said. “Which suggests that you were thinking about something.”

He pursed his lips for a brief moment, as if trying to figure out exactly how to say what was on his mind.

“It’s… I don’t know. I have a thought. But I don’t want to freak you out.”

“I want to hear it,” I said, running my hand through his hair. “And I’ll try not to freak out. But all bets are off if you’re about to tell me about some pudding fetish or something you have.”

“Pudding fetish?” he asked.

“I read this article about weird fetishes, and one of them was this guy whose ultimate sexual fantasy was to have sex in a bathtub full of tapioca pudding. Something about the little bubbles, he said.”

Bryce gave me an amused and curious look, and I realized that I was rambling out of nervousness.

“It’s not about pudding,” he said. “Sexual or for eating.” He chuckled. “You’re cute, you know that?”

“Cute or weird?” I said.

“You can be both.”

I leaned in and kissed him softly.

“Anyway,” he said, “when I pitched this whole thing to you, this fake marriage, I was serious as hell about keeping it all professional—as professional as something like this could be, anyway. I was ready to write off the first couple of flings we had as just us being into one another on a physical level. But…”

“But?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Chelsea. And I know you feel the same way.”

He was right. My thoughts since we’d started this thing had been nothing but work and Bryce—mostly Bryce.

“Maybe I do,” I said, my heart beating faster.

“So,” he said, “what do you think about making this weird arrangement of ours a little more real?”

“Real?” I asked. “What, like actually get married?”

“No,” he said. “More like stop pretending we’re not interested in each other. Be a couple. See where this goes. Because I’m being realistic enough to know that I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“We’d be a couple who’s fake-engaged but real-dating,” I said. “It’s totally absurd, but I kind of dig it.”

“Then that’s a yes?” he asked.

“It’s a yes,” I said. “Let’s see where this all goes.”

Bryce’s mouth curved into a warm smile. He slipped his arm around my body and pulled me close, bringing me in for a deep kiss. And when we were done we held each other, our bodies silver under the ghostly haze of the moonlight.