Drew hangs out at the bar until I’m done clearing up the cake debris—and accepting my praise for what the entire group declares the best bachelorette party ever. Usually, I love to linger and chat, but tonight, I’m counting down until I finally can slip out the door with Drew and make my escape. We walk the five blocks back to his place at a breakneck pace. He grips my hand, his fingers twining with mine. The stroke of his thumb over my knuckles sends tingles up my arm. My heart thumps at a heady rhythm.

“I’ve got Charlie set up in a hotel,” he says as we start up the stairs. “With strict instructions to occupy himself for the next twenty-four hours.”

“And I guess we can assume no rapping police officers will be stopping by.”

“Or wayward bachelorettes,” Drew grins.

I laugh. “You better bolt the door, just in case.”

He kicks the door shut behind us the second we’re inside. “Phone off,” he says, holding it up for my confirmation before chucking it onto the hall table. “Deadbolt engaged.” He twists the lock. “Nothing short of an alien invasion is going to get in the way of all the wicked fun I intend to have with you tonight.”

“Don’t tempt fate,” I say, and then he’s kissing me, and the only thing tempting me in the whole world is him.

Drew kisses me long and hard right there by the front door, as if he’s parched and I’m the first drink he’s seen in years. He teases his fingers into my hair and then lets them roam down my body, hot and possessive. I lean into his touch, into him. The second my body presses against his, I can feel he’s already hard.

I palm him through his jeans, and he groans. Somehow he manages to walk us backward toward his bedroom while kissing me at the same time. I let him steer me, already mindless. My skin blazes everywhere he touches, and I’m grabbing at him hungrily.

Drew reaches for the straps of my dress, but then he pauses. “No,” he says, with a wicked look. “You still owe me. You got your dance for your party. I think I deserve a little show now.”

He wants what?

My body tenses instinctively at the idea. But it’s not as if he’s ever seemed anything but pleased with how I look . . . and I do owe him. “Are you sure that’s how you want to collect?” I check. “I was thinking something more . . . hands on.”

And mouths. And tongues.

But Drew seems to want a show. He settles back on the king-sized bed, watching me with a grin.

“Oh, yeah.” His gaze roves up and down my curves, nothing but hunger in his expression. “I can already tell it’s going to be unforgettable.”

“What about music?” I protest, feeling suddenly exposed.

Drew reaches for the nightstand, grabs a remote, and then a moment later, the room is flooded with a low, sexy song, playing from invisible speakers all around.

Be careful what you wish for.

OK.

I take a deep breath, and try to get my seductive game face on. He wants a dance? I’ll give him one—and then I expect that ravishing to pick right up where we left off. But I can’t help feeling a tremor of nerves. I’ve always had decent self-esteem when it comes to my curves—and I’ve never had any complaints—but Drew has dated movie stars and fashion models, the kind of perfect bodies you just don’t get in real life.

Yet again, I’m reminded of the massive gulf between our lives. Sure, we started out just a few houses from each other, but his life took him first class around the world, while I carried on as normal. College. Work. Dating.

But you’re both in the same place right now, I remind myself. He’s made it clear he wants me, so I’m not going to let a little performance anxiety ruin what promises to be a night of amazing sex.

The beat is smooth and sensual, and I start to sway to the rhythm, stroking my hands up my body. I tousle my hair and toss it back over my shoulders. Drew’s appreciative grin tells me I’m on the right track.

Slowly, I slide down the zipper on my dress. With a little shimmy, it drops to my waist, and then my feet. I kick it aside, and take a slow spin in my bra and panties. When my eyes meet Drew’s again, he’s practically combusting, and it gives me a shot of confidence to take this further.

I hook a finger under one of my bra straps and edge it down. Then the other, letting my thumb graze down my side where I want to feel his touch. Soon. I reach back to unhook the bra. Drew licks his lips.

“Like what you see?” I ask,

“Forget ‘like,’” he says roughly. “I love it.”

I ease my bra down, a quick teasing wiggle before I toss it aside. Drew leans forward. “Come here,” he says, his voice smoldering now too, but I’m having too much fun fanning those flames.

“Uh-uh,” I say, waggling a finger at him. “You asked for a show, and you’re going to get the whole thing.”

He makes a noise of protest, but he sits back again. I trace my thumbs along the top of my panties. Slip one under the fabric, and the other. Make another sultry swivel of my hips. Then I let the silky fabric fall.

A few beads of sweat glisten on Drew’s sculpted chest. His hard-on strains against his jeans. He shifts forward to meet me as I crawl up the bed, but I set my hand on his chest and shove him back.

He groans.

“Maggie,” he says, his voice so ragged I could almost come just from that.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.” I unzip his jeans and tug them down. His cock bulges in his briefs like it’s been waiting just for me. I drag down that last layer separating me from my prize and lower my head.

“Maggie!”

I hear the pure desire in this voice as I slick my tongue up his length, followed by an inarticulate sound somewhere between desperate and ecstatic. I like that. I’ll take a little more, please. I lick a hot path around the head of his cock and suck it right into my mouth, precum salty on my tongue.

Drew moans, his body arching. “God, that’s good.”

I take him down as far as I can—damn, he’s big—and tease my lips back up with a swirl of my tongue. Drew clutches the sheets, his breath shaky. Another groan ripples out of him as I pulse over his cock with my mouth. Every sound he makes only makes me hotter. He tastes perfect, salty and musky. The perfect treat.

“Maggie,” Drew groans again, and his fingers tangle in my hair. I suck him down one more time, and his hips jerk. He tugs me up. “Wait,” he gasps, breathing hard. “That feels amazing, but I’ve been waiting to feel you for days now. I want you coming with me.”

He pulls me into his arms, rolling to pin me beneath him on the mattress. I’m trapped against his hard weight, and damn, it feels amazing. He kisses me lazily, slow enough to make my blood boil, and then his hands are gliding over me, every inch, teasing and stroking me into a frenzy.

“Condom?” I gasp, impatient. I close my hand around him, needing his hardness inside me already. But Drew pulls my hand away.

“Not so fast,” he orders, so close his lips still brush mine, “I want to watch you come for me.”

His fingers sink inside me, and fuck, he won’t have to wait long to get what he wants. I thrust against him, faster, as his tongue slicks over mine, and his fingers curl higher. Pulsing deeper until they hit that spot that makes my breath hitch and my muscles tremble.

Drew grins against my mouth. His hand sets a steady rhythm, fingers inside me, his palm rubbing over my clit. With each pulse, pleasure floods me. “Oh, God,” I whimper. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growls. His finger thrust again, thick inside me, and I can’t hold back. My climax rips through me and I cry out, clutching the hard muscles of his shoulders as pleasure soars through my body.

“That’s my girl.”

I gasp for air, coming down, but despite the shimmer in my bloodstream, I’m not sated yet. Not when I know there’s so much more waiting for me.

I kiss him hard, then look at him dead-on.

“You. Inside me. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He gropes across the nightstand for a condom. I can’t resist slicking my thumb across the head of his cock again, spreading the moisture beading there just for me. He rolls on the condom and positions himself above me, and I part my thighs wider as he sinks right into my pussy.

God, he’s huge. He fills me completely, with a burning ache that turns into the sharpest pleasure as he rolls his hips to drive even deeper. I hook my ankles behind him, and he groans.

“Holy hell, Maggie.”

I gasp as he thrusts into me at that steady, torturous pace until both our bodies are slick with sweat. My throat is raw from moaning, but I don’t care. I buck my hips into his rhythm, letting the pleasure carry me higher, higher. Drew runs his hands down my body and buries his head against my shoulder. His breath scalds the side of my neck. I whimper as he kisses me there hard, a pinch of teeth that sparks the flames inside me hotter.

“So close,” I murmur, twisting against him. “So fucking close.”

He chuckles raggedly and picks up his pace. My legs tighten around him. I don’t know how to do anything now except take everything he wants to give. And oh God, I am receiving with a quiver that builds through every nerve in my body until I’m ready to explode. Then he leans down to suck my nipple into his mouth and the added sensation sends me hurtling over the edge. My body clenches around him as shudder after shudder of bliss passes through me.

Drew thrusts even faster, carrying me past that high and into another that seems to split me right open. I’m gasping with the pleasure of it when the muscles in his back tighten and I feel him surge inside. My body clenches around him and for a moment, we’re perfectly joined.

Drew collapses against me.

“Fucking spectacular,” he says. I make a noise of total agreement. As he cups my cheek to draw me in for a kiss so gentle it leaves me tingling again, I can’t imagine any two words that better describe this whole goddamn night.