We weave through the busy downtown streets and out of Hollywood toward my home in the Hollywood Hills. If only my driver would hurry the fuck up. With her fingers still laced through mine, Kaylee shifts nervously in the seat next to me. I can feel her anxiety and smell her desire.

“Would you like a drink?” I ask as I reach for the bottle of whiskey I had just poured from a few short hours ago.

“Champagne would be nice,” she says softly. Kaylee's eyes flit around the back of the limo, taking in all the lights and knobs, while I get her a drink. “Do you always have a driver?” she asks, looking out the window.

I pause, wondering if she's serious. When she turns back to me and her innocent blue eyes meet mine, I know she is.

“No, Kaylee.” I tilt her champagne glass as I carefully pour the bubbly. “Only for special occasions. I typically drive myself everywhere I need to go.”

Her eyes twinkle under the lights, and her lips twist into a smile.

“I'm a normal guy. I do my own laundry and grocery shopping. I even open my own mail.” I wink at her and hand her the glass of champagne.

I can see her visibly relax, and she settles into the soft leather seat. Her voice is gentle and smooth. “It's so beautiful up here,” she says, her eyes fixed out the window at the winding streets we're climbing.

Most of the houses in the Hills have been bought and renovated or torn down and rebuilt into sprawling estates. The city lights of Los Angeles can be seen for miles up here, making the view priceless—one of the reasons I bought my house here in the Hills and not near the beach.

“It is,” I reply. “It's my favorite part of the city.”

“I can see why,” she sighs, taking another sip of champagne. The limo slows, and I lower the privacy glass to give the driver the gate code so he can pull into my drive.

“Is this your house?” Her eyes widen as we pull into the drive way.

“It is.”

She nods her head and smiles as we pull up the long drive.

“Not what you expected?” I ask her, and she turns to me.

“Not at all.” She shakes her head a little. “It's stunning, but it's…” She purses her lips and scrunches her brows together. “I don't know, it's so normal looking.”

I let out a laugh at her observation. I had this four-thousand square foot ranch-style home built a year ago. The outside is very understated to say the least, a single-story, modern ranch-style home…one you could see in any neighborhood in America. However, the inside is where the goods are.

“I like it,” she says, not sure if she's talking to herself or me. As the limo stops on the large circular drive, the driver opens the back door, and I slide out first. I wait for Kaylee to appear, and I reach for her hand, helping her out.

Sliding my hand into hers and, with a wave, I send the driver on his way.

Just inside the front door, Kaylee kicks off her heels and literally moans in relief when her feet hit the floor. “I've been wanting to do that all night,” she says, wiggling her toes. Her head is tipped back, and her eyes are closed as she relaxes.

Without a second thought, my hands find her soft cheeks, and I pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers. Soft and sweet, she tastes like everything I imagined she would. “And I've been waiting to do that again.”

She hums against my lips as I deepen our kiss. Our connection is palpable.

“Pax,” she mumbles as I walk her backward down the hallway. Every inch of my body is aching to touch hers. I feel like a dick for not even offering to give her a tour of my place or offer her a bite to eat. But I cannot wait another second to get my hands on Kaylee.

“Mmhmm,” I respond.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“More sure than I've ever been about anything in my life.”

“Why me?” She stops us dead in our tracks. We stand in the dark hallway just outside my bedroom.

“Because when something you didn't realize you were looking for falls into your lap, literally…”—I chuckle—”…and it feels, right? You don't let it go.”

“Right?” she questions.

“Yeah. I can't explain it.” I shrug. “It just feels right.”

She presses her hands to my chest and over my shoulders, pushing my tuxedo jacket off my shoulders and down my arms, letting it fall to a pile at my feet.

“Don't move,” she says quietly, tugging on my bowtie and tossing it to the floor with the jacket. My cock is rock hard and pressing against my pants, begging for release.

“Kaylee,” I begin to warn her. When her palm brushes against the front of my cock, it instantly silences me. She can see her effect on me and plays into it. Her fingers work quickly as she yanks my tuxedo shirt from my pants and unbuttons it, disposing of the crisp white shirt on the floor alongside my jacket and tie.

“My turn.” I stop her, pinning her against the wall with my hips. Two can play this game. Only she pushes back—hard—and shoves me against the opposite wall.

“No. If we're doing this, I'm calling the shots.”

Fucking bossy little minx.

Every ounce of self-control I had is gone. One hand pressed firmly on my chest to hold me in place, she uses the other to unfasten the belt and button on my pants.

“Kaylee,” I warn her again when her fingers brush against my dick.

“Pax,” she warns back as she slips her hand inside my boxer briefs grasping me.

“Jesus,” I hiss, and she giggles. She actually laughs.

She urges my pants off my hips and down my legs, pulling the boxer briefs down with them. She has me totally exposed and hasn't let me even touch her yet.

“Kaylee,” I warn, this time more aggressively.

She pauses, but only momentarily. “Two more minutes. Just give me two minutes. I promise, it'll be worth it.”

Before I even have a chance to reply, she's dropped to her knees, dragging her hands down my stomach along with her. Her fingernails igniting a trail of goose bumps as they travel even farther, where she finally cups my balls in the palm of her hand.

Suddenly, warm lips wrap around the head of my cock, and nothing can stop the low growl that leaves my mouth when her tongue brushes against my sensitive skin. I reach down to lift her chin gently. I want to see Kaylee's blue eyes as she licks and sucks my cock. There is nothing sexier than a woman on her knees with my cock in her mouth. Instinctively, both hands reach for her head, finding the long strands of her blonde hair and I twist the silky strands through my fingers.

As good as this fucking feels, it's my turn to call the shots—it's my turn to taunt, and touch, and taste. In one swift movement, my cock is out of her mouth, and my hands pull her back up to standing.

“Turn around,” I hiss into her ear as I spin her, pressing her chest to the wall. I can hear her rapid breaths and feel her heart pounding against her ribs.

My fingers work the long zipper of her dress where the black fabric falls to a pile at her feet.

“This way.” I guide her carefully from behind down the hallway to my bedroom. Her bare feet slap against the travertine tile until we come to a sudden stop when her knees hit the edge of my bed.

“Hands and knees.” I push her forward onto the plush bed. She inhales sharply but complies.

Good girl, I think to myself with a smile.

I turn on a small lamp that allows just enough light into the room for me to see Kaylee, but not enough to make it feel intrusive.

She's all tan skin and black lace in the middle of my bed, with big blue eyes watching me carefully.

“Kaylee, Kaylee, Kaylee.” I shake my head as I inspect every inch of her on display. Running my hand over the curve of her perfect ass, I make sure to rub the small satin patch that hides the very thing I can't wait to get my lips, my tongue, and my cock on.

She gasps and thrusts as my fingers find her ready and wet. I tsk openly. “Someone is certainly ready, isn't she?” I yank one of her feet out from underneath her, causing her to fall gently to her stomach.

“Roll over,” I hiss, and she does. Her blue eyes watch me intently, waiting for my next move.

“Knees up,” I order her. She hesitates, but once again complies. I position myself at the end of the bed, between her knees. Her perfect tits lay across her chest covered in black lace, allowing me just the slightest peek of her pink nipples underneath.

Reaching forward, I pull the cups of her bra down. Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath. “Look at you,” I tell her as I roll one of her pink nipples between my thumb and forefinger. “So fucking beautiful, Kaylee.”

My fingers follow the smooth skin of her breasts, down to her stomach, stopping at the edge of her lace panties.

She pulls her lips between her teeth and arches her back, knowing exactly what I want. Lifting her bottom, she makes it all too easy to remove her panties—the only thing that was keeping me from devouring her.

Everything about her is beautiful and has me wanting her. I want to know this woman inside and out. The nervous look in her eyes, the vulnerability written across her face…and the way her body reacts to me, tells me she's scared, but she's trusting me. Everything about her is perfect.

Not Hollywood perfect, but the kind of perfect a man really likes. Not cosmetically enhanced perfect. But the kind of perfect that tells me everything about her is real. Every curve, every lean muscle, every scar is one-hundred percent, Kaylee.

My hands grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. Her knees falling apart, inviting me to touch her. My fingers find her warm and wet. She inhales sharply as my fingers touch her sensitive flesh. Her clit throbs under my touch and little moans escape her as I roll it between my fingers.

The way her body reacts to my touch drives me wild. My cock aches as I take my time exploring her. Sliding one finger and then another inside her tells me everything I need to know—she's as ready as I am. Fuck. She’s tight and wet and I want to take her right now.

“Pax,” she mumbles as she twists her fingers into the comforter of my bed as I hit that spot I knew she’d love.

“Feel good, sweet girl?” I ask, moving my fingers slowly in and out of her. My thumb rolls back and forth over her clit as she gasps for breath. She nods her head frantically and lifts her hips to meet my fingers as they work her over. She exhales loudly as I pull my fingers from her and pull a condom from my bedside drawer. Rolling the thin sheath over my cock, I position myself at her center doing everything to not plunge right into her.

“Look at me, Kaylee,” I instruct her.

Her blue eyes meet mine, full of lust.

“I want to see your eyes when I fill you,” I say quietly as I push inside her slowly. Her eyes flutter closed and back open as I slide into her. Her chest rises and falls with every inch until I've gone as deep as I can.

A small smile tugs at one corner of her lips as I begin to slowly move. “Gonna make you come so hard, Kaylee,” I mutter as I push in and out of her. Her thighs shake and her head falls back farther with every thrust.

I hold her knees apart and revel in the sight of where we connect. Her soft pink flesh, wet with her arousal, accepting me. My body fights, torn between wanting to fuck her like a wild animal, and taking my time with her—devouring her for hours.

Suddenly, her foot to my chest stops me, and a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Lie down,” she says, catching me off guard.

“Nope. Nuh uh. This is all me. I'm calling the shots now.”

“Just lay down,” she says and wiggles to the center of the bed, breaking our connection. I sigh, but do as I'm told, lying down next to her. She rolls over, swinging a leg over me so that she's now straddling me. Using her fingertips on my chest to balance herself, she wastes no time…sliding onto me. A perfect fit. Nice and tight.

Fuck. Oh Jesus, fuck.

My fingers find the soft curve of her hips where I hold onto her for dear life. I can make out the smirk on her face as she begins to ride me slow and methodic.

“Jesus, woman,” I hiss as she begins moving faster. Reaching down between us, she squeezes the base of my cock and all I see are fireworks. Fireworks and Kaylee's perfect tits bouncing in my face. Leaning forward, I'm barely able to pull one of her taut nipples into my mouth, causing her to gasp loudly as I bite.

Only fair.

I don't know how we manage to spend the next hour devouring each other, but we do. On the bed, the floor, and against the wall, when we both finally climax, we fall into an exhausted knot of twisted limbs onto my bed.

Kaylee's head is curled up under my chin, and I'm able to make out the steady sound of her breaths telling me she's fast asleep. Only then do I finally close my eyes, pulling her tightly to me. What was supposed to be one wild night, could certainly be so much more.