I got out of my side of the car and coasted around to open her door, snatching her hand as she exited. “Why thank you,” she said in a fake accent.

We trudged up a few steps, then a few more on her well-manicured lawn. I reached out and touched one of the pillars by her front door, and my fingertips snagged on the rough cement. She noticed my curiosity and said, “They’re original to the home, aren’t they great? The clods that I hired to do the exterior work wanted to tear them down. Said it would cost too much money to ‘bring them up to code’ or something like that.” She yanked her keys out of her purse. “I told them the pillars stay, but they could go if they liked.” She let out a snort-giggle as she peeked at me from under her long, dark lashes. “They were right. It cost me a friggin’ arm and a leg to save them.”

She turned back and opened the huge white door. The smell of her perfume made me even harder. Man, I needed to get this show on the road.

Stepping into her foyer, the odor of paint and stain assaulted my nose. “Would you like a drink?” she asked, scurrying around the corner. The click-clack of her high heels echoed in the huge space. Oh, you can run, but you can’t hide.

When I found her in the kitchen, she was bent over, looking into her fridge, ass up and inviting. It was a great look on her. My cock twitched a “hello” at the sight. I quickly adjusted myself before she had a chance to turn back around.

“What would you like? I’ve got beer, cola, juice…” Her voice trailed off as I prowled up behind her and put my hand on her back.

Never one to pussyfoot around, I told her exactly what I craved, “I want you.”

He was young, and he looked it—except when he stared at me like he was right then. As though he wanted to devour me. That thought excited me so much, my panties nearly burst into flames.

Jason reached around me, snatching a cold bottle of beer from the fridge. In no time flat, he had it opened, taking a long pull. I was mesmerized, watching his Adam’s apple move with each swallow.

The man standing right in front of me had danger written all over him. In an effort to slow down the situation, I grinned coyly at him. “Bossy much?”

Those smoldering eyes continued to stare into mine, stealing my breath away. His hands came up to firmly grasp my face. “Oh, baby, you’ve no idea.” Then he crushed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. I clung to him, feeling the strained muscles in his back as he ravaged my mouth. He tasted like beer and dominance.

God, I was really going to do this.

I shoved away to take a breath. The feral look on his face undid me. I’d had plenty of men look at me with lust in their eyes. When you grow up with the attributes I had, it was pretty much unavoidable. Most of them looked at my chest, not deep into my eyes. Never had a man looked at me the way Jason was at this moment.

“Bed, Vivienne. Now.”

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered as he tapped the side of my leg and pulled out. I gladly complied, waiting for him to fill me again.

“Ohh,” we both moaned in tandem when he entered me from behind.

“You’re so deep,” I murmured, his thrusts making it difficult to stay upright. The slick sound of our bodies slapping together made me clench even tighter around him. As he rocked his hard length into me, I rolled my hips, relishing the blissful sensation of each stroke.

“Fuck. You close?” Jason asked, his voice ragged with effort.

“Yes,” was all I could say, my brain consumed by his every movement. He covered my back with his body, licking and biting his way over it, leaving goose bumps in his wake. His tongue electrified my skin. I gasped at the heady feel of his body surrounding mine so intimately.

Being this close to him again drudged up feelings I’d been unsuccessfully trying to quash for the last few months. Our physical connection was unparalleled. Never had I felt this comfortable around a man in bed.

“Up,” he said, his hand at my belly pulling me back with him until we were both upright on our knees. He palmed my breasts while slowly impaling me. His pace slowed, creating a smoldering inside of me that only he could extinguish.

His merciless hips drove me mad. “Faster,” I blurted out, desperate for more, urging him to take me over the edge.

“Any faster and I’ll blow my load.” Those naughty words fueled the fire inside of me, causing my hand to wander down to find that magical spot.

“Jesus, are you touching yourself?” he asked, his voice cracked with the strain of holding out.

“Mmmhmm,” I answered, my head falling back onto his shoulder as I gave in to his teasing touches. I breathed out a sigh of pure pleasure. There was nothing else to do. I was exposed—open to his reverent hands.

“Gimme your hot mouth,” he urged. Turning my head, he immediately stole my lips, plunging his tongue inside. Our breath intermingled as he played roughly with my breasts, the scent of his spicy cologne surrounding us.

His hand replaced mine, eager to aid in my ecstasy. I dug my fingers into his hair, giving him even more access to my sweat-covered body. The combination of what his hands, cock, and tongue did drove me to the brink.

Finally, he quickened his movements just enough to shatter me. “Ohh, yes,” I repeated while he thrust a few last times, then groaned haltingly as he emptied himself inside of me.

I sauntered out of the bathroom observing Vivienne in a shiny gray robe tiptoeing back into the bedroom, a drink in each hand. She smiled a bit self-consciously. Freshly fucked looked good on her.

“I brought us water.” She handed me my glass. The ice cubes clinked and splashed as I took a huge gulp, thirsty from our adventure.

Not taking my eyes off her, I said, “Thanks, I’m parched.”

“You worked hard. I wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated,” she said, nudging me with her arm. I slid her wild hair over her shoulder.

“You worked hard, too.” My eyes traveled the length of her, taking in all of her.

Vivienne’s body was sweet and utter perfection. One word described her figure—voluptuous. I was a man who appreciated curves in all the right places. Just thinking about what hid under that satin robe got me hard again.

I inhaled a deep breath, the scent of oranges teasing my nose as I kissed the top of her head. “How are you feeling?” I asked, stroking her back through the robe, wishing I could take the damn thing off.

“I’m good. How about you?”

“Me? I’m fucking fantastic, sweetheart. Ready for round two, as you can see,” I said, pressing my erection against her body, not that there was any possibility she hadn’t noticed it. “How’s your tat feeling?”

“Honestly? It’s burning. Worse than before,” she answered. Shit. Mine was, too.

“Where do you keep your painkillers? Bathroom?” I asked and she nodded.

Once back in her decadent bathroom, I searched out something to take the edge off of our misery. How I’d love to pick her up and throw her into the tub built for two, but soaking our tattoos wasn’t a great idea right now. The best thing to do was get her some meds and go to sleep.

Good God, that man looked like he was straight out of a magazine. A dirty magazine. I’d never seen a guy with such a sculpted body. He must work out endlessly to get abs of steel like that.

My skin twinged with pain again. What the hell was I thinking getting a tattoo? Trying to reclaim my youth or something? Ugh, buyer’s remorse of the worst kind settled in.

He waltzed back into the bedroom where I stood stunned like a deer in headlights. The hard-on he still sported was impressive. No matter how tempting that was, I couldn’t seem to get my mind off the burning sensation under my bandages.

“This will help.” He dumped two pills into my hand. I tossed them back with my ice water. Removing the glass from my hand, he set it on the huge dresser, then held me close again. “I’m exhausted. How about you?” he asked as he stroked my arms.

The concern in his eyes melted my heart. “It’s been quite the evening.” I smiled up at him as I recalled our evening of exploits. He continued staring at me, waiting for me to say something.

With a deep breath, he said, “Can I stay the night?” He was seriously cute, all boyish charm with a side of hesitation. I couldn’t blame him. After all, I did send him packing after our first night together.

“I’d really like it if you spent the night,” I told him, and his shoulders relaxed immediately. He smiled, then guided me toward the bed.

Once we’d settled under the covers, he said, “Come here. Lie on me.” He stretched his arm out, invitingly, waiting for me to snuggle into him. I did as I was told, being careful of his new tattoo as well. “I had a great time with you tonight. Thanks for letting me tag along.”

I giggled. “Not like you had much of a choice. We did hire you.” I pushed up on my arm and stared into his handsome face. “Although, I’m thinking you should probably charge extra for your babysitting services. I doubt escorting a bunch of drunks into a tattoo parlor is part of your job description.”

“Normally, I do charge extra for that. And for my after-hours company as well.” He smirked, lightly tapping the tip of my nose.

I squinted my eyes. “Is that so? You have a few side businesses?” He was so full of it.

“Well, I do, but picking up hot blondes and spending the night isn’t actually one of them. You caught me.”

“No? Are you sure? How many innocent ladies have you lured home after offering them rides and Bacon Burger food?” I played with his light spattering of chest hair.

“Well, none.”

“Excuse me? I’m right here. I don’t count?” I said, slapping him playfully on his hard pectoral.

“You aren’t exactly innocent.” His eyes concentrated as he wrapped a curl of my hair around his finger.

“Fine, how many women have you lured into bed after driving them around the city?” I had not one clue why I asked him that or why the thought of him screwing other women pissed me the hell off. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend or anything.

“One. Just you.” I received the answer I wanted. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, can we get some sleep?” He traced an invisible line from my cheek down to the V in my robe.

“I suppose.” I lay back down on his hard but comfortable chest. “Jason?”

“Yeah,” he answered as he softly stroked my hair.

“I had a really fun time tonight with you, too,” I told him, snuggling in tighter. The fatigue and the pain relievers quickly caught up to me. I gave in, drifting off to a dreamless sleep.