Arousal surged and roared in his ears, pushing him to make the dreams he’d been unable to suppress or ignore with the sexy siren finally come true. Unquestionably, she—petite dragon that she was—was used to taking control, and satisfaction consumed him when she showed submission.

“Alexandra.” He waited until she looked up at him. Eyes glazed, skin flushed with lust, she was pure temptation. “You don’t have to do this.” The words needed to be said; he wanted trust between them. More than anything, he wanted her to want to do this.

“What can I do to pleasure you, Andrew? I’m yours to command.”

Determined to keep control, he glanced back at her eyes. Their gazes locked. Her tongue darted out and licked her full lips, wetting and leaving a glossy sheen on them, enticing him more. She smiled when she zoomed her eyes on his tented pants.

His erection jerked in his slacks. “Unbuckle my pants and unzip me.”

Leaping to do his bidding, she unbuckled his pants, drew down the zipper, and then lifted her eyes back to his face, waiting. His breaths came out in short, harsh puffs. When he looked down, all he saw was her face filled with eager anticipation.

“Pull my dick out of my pants and blow my cock until I tell you to stop.” He watched her reaction to his crude words. Immediately she tugged down his pants, and a small whimper left her lips.

He drove his hands into her hair. He held the long strands and pulled them away from her face. He wanted a clear view of her actions. He focused on her small hands caressing his stiff length. She trailed her soft fingers along the vein on the underside up to the purple head. She slid her thumb up to the slit and rubbed a bead of precum over the crown. She grabbed his cock in a firm hold and lowered her head down to his scrotum. She brushed her tongue over his balls in long, light, wide sweeps, making her way up his entire shaft.

He grunted, enjoying each silky touch. He watched as she rolled her tongue around his aching cock. He flexed and tightened his fingers in her hair.

He pushed the head of his dick toward the entrance of her mouth. “Suck.”

Her smile—small, mischievous, flirty—made his heart race as she glanced up at him. She opened wide and took his length into her mouth. Her tongue massaged the underside of his shaft when she pulled back.

He moaned. His hips thrust his cock against her lips, pushing farther into her hot, wet cavern.

Mesmerized, he watched her head bob and lubricate his cock, her hand jerking firmly at the base. With her other hand, she tweaked and pulled one nipple and then the other, increasing her pleasure. He groaned at the suction of her lips around him, the feel so tight, as though he were wrapped in warm silk.

“Take me deeper. All the way in.” His voice was deep and hoarse, and his order was harsher than he had intended it to be.

For a moment, she appeared undecided. He was big, and he knew it. Had he pushed her too far too soon? Determination lined her features, and her throat relaxed around him. She moved forward slowly, her eyes never straying from his. She slid him farther and deeper into her mouth and down her throat until her lips were an inch from his balls.

Sharp breaths tore from his chest in ragged pants. She pulled back and did it again and again. Each stroke of her lips increased in speed until the tingle in his spine started to expand. He was going to come down her throat if he didn’t stop her.

“Sweetheart, stop.”

She ceased mid-suck and peered up at him. A small frown marred her brows.

“I want to shove my dick into your wet pussy and fuck you now.” The frantic beating of his heart filled his ears.

He pressed his lips together while watching her leisurely pull him out of her mouth. She ran her tongue in circles over his throbbing vein. Once he was out, she picked up the condom packet, tore it open with her teeth, and smiled. She placed it on the head of his cock and rolled it over him.

His breath hissed out as she squeezed him lightly in the process. “Get on your knees on the chair.”

Facing the chair’s back cushion, she kneeled with legs open and leaned forward. With the press of a button, he helped the chair’s curved back dip, turning it into a lounger. She braced her arms on the back and gripped the edge. Ass high in the air, she bent so low her nipples grazed the soft leather cover.

“Perfect. So fucking perfect. Don’t let go, and don’t move.” Standing directly behind her, he smoothed a hand down the curve of her spine, and she shivered under his touch.

After he flipped the skirt of her dress to her waist, he continued his exploration. Blood roared in his ears when she whimpered.

He squeezed her ass cheeks, dipped a finger down the crack and lightly traced the dark anal entrance. Her breaths turned to full-blown pants, and she pushed into his finger.

Placing the head of his cock at her entrance, he worked his way in slow and easy. She stretched her muscles to allow him access. He gripped her hips to keep from coming.

The little dragon ignored his command and propelled back into him. Her pussy swallowed him whole in one fist-tight slide.

“Oh, God!” Filled with awe and total pleasure, her moan was music to his ears.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, not enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. “I told you not to move. Just for that, I’m going to have to punish you.” He held on to his tenuous control.

“Yes, yes. Please, Andrew, punish me. Fuck me, please.”

He rammed her with his cock, pulling out and roughly thrusting back in, her moans and screams urging him on.

Still, she disobeyed. She pressed back on each of his thrusts while his balls slapped against her pussy lips. He was going to have to spank her later, teach her who was in charge. He ground his hips against her ass. The savage beast within him broke loose. Control thrown out the window, he fucked her with so much force, he worried she was being hurt. Instead of cries of pain, all he heard were her broken pants for more, increasing his drive to give it to her.

“Oh yes, yes, yes.” Her chants grew louder; his thrusts increased in tempo with her pants.

He pounded hard, his pleasure increasing with each ram of his cock into her. The sound of skin slapping skin, her moans, and his grunts filled the small space.

She tilted her hips and pushed her ass into his pelvis. Like a vise, she squeezed her pussy around him while she came. She screamed his name in pleasure. Her vaginal walls quivered and pushed him over the edge into his own explosive climax. A satisfied growl erupted from his throat. His hold on her hair and hip tightened as he jerked and came, her pussy milking him deep.

Draped over the chair with her hair in complete disarray, she panted, trying to catch her breath. He pulled out of her, disposed of the condom in a discreet trash bin, and fixed his pants.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the chair, fixed her dress, and sat with her in his lap. She turned her head and leaned into the curve of his shoulder. The blare of the music surrounded them. She snuggled closer into him.

He pulled her chin up and kissed her hard, but only for a minute, enough to bring her back to the sensual haze she had been under a few moments before. Once she whimpered and softened under him, he drew away.

He dug his hand into his slacks and pulled out his cell phone. He pressed buttons to add a new contact. Then he glanced up and trailed a finger down her cheek. “Give me your number, sweetheart.”

She rattled off the digits and turned her face to press her cheek into his palm. She glared at him when he pulled his hand from her face, but he needed to save her contact information. After that, he pressed the green button to call her.

Bending, he picked up her small buzzing bag from the floor and handed it to her. “Save it.”

She blinked and frowned. Then she pulled her purple smartphone out. After pressing a few buttons, she glanced back at him.

“I’m going to be traveling for the next few days, but when I come back, I want to see you.” It was imperative she understood. She wasn’t going to get rid of him, and he wasn’t backing away. Now that he’d gotten a taste, he wanted more of his little dragon.

She looked at him, but no words left her lips. “Say yes.” His words were an order. Eyes flaring with hunger, she nodded.

“Yes.”

She was going to be the death of him. He wasn’t into emotional crap, but damn, she made his heart jump in his chest.

Finally, he had Alexandra Berte all to himself, and he wasn’t letting go.

When someone knocked on the panel, she jerked up in his arms. Turning her head toward the glass, she squeaked. On the other side of the sliding door, a woman waited. She didn’t try to peer in, but she must’ve known they were in there because she wasn’t budging.

“Oh my God. It must be Nina looking for me.” In a rush, she jumped off his lap and looked down at herself. She looked over to him, seeking assurance that nothing was hanging out that shouldn’t be. Alex pulled the door open and stepped back, startled not to see Nina’s face.

“What the fuck?” the blonde said.

Both he and Alexandra stared at the intruder in her six-inch heels and bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands. Leslie raked her eyes down Alexandra, a disgusted look on her face. “Who the fuck are you, and why are you in Andrew’s private space?”

Alexandra raised a brow. Hot anger flowed through him. How dare this bitch come into his space and accuse his guest. But Alexandra had it under control.

“That’s none of your goddamn business, woman,” she said. Leslie’s face erupted into dark red. Her eyes narrowed to slits.

Leslie launched the wine glasses in her hands at them. They dodged the projectiles easily. “He’s mine,” she screeched. Fortunately, the music drowned out her loud voice to keep others from wondering what was going on.

Alexandra pushed past Leslie at the door. The bitch lifted the bottle, ready to swing it at her head. He wasn’t about to let that happen. “Leslie! Stop,” he hollered.

Instantly the heiress’s face turned innocent with big, sad eyes. “I wasn’t going to, Andrew,” she cooed. She stepped toward him and ran her palm over his flaccid dick. After how hard he came with Alexandra, he’d need time to recover.

He jerked her hand away and looked up to see Alexandra standing with his secretary and another lady close to the door. She had seen what Leslie did. Neither his girl, nor the other two, looked happy. Jen looked downright scary. He had never seen her that mad before. He’d have to ask her how she knew Alexandra and who her friend was. Tomorrow.

Alex dragged herself down the hallway, into her apartment. She was mentally and physically exhausted. It had been one of the longest days of her life. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for a week.

Locking the door behind her, she dropped her purse on the small hall table and flipped off the lamp there. As she walked through the living area, she heard a thump on her door and it jarred in the frame. Alex froze and waited for someone to knock. When no one did, she went back to the entrance and peeked through the security hole.

In the fish eye lens, she didn’t see anyone around her door. She pulled it open and glanced down the hall. The elevator was closing with someone inside, but she couldn’t see who it was. Not that she’d know the person anyway.

When she pulled back inside, something on the door caught the corner of her eye. A piece of napkin had been torn off and now pinned to the door with a steak knife identical to the ones at the lounge. On the paper read:

Stay away from Andrew or else.