Levi wasn’t exaggerating about having other plans. And even if he’d told me what they were beforehand...

Well, I wasn’t picturing this.

I was picturing his penthouse. I was picturing his bedroom. I was picturing a quick stripping of clothes and a mad dash for a horizontal surface—any horizontal surface. The moment we climbed into the back of his town car, that’s where my mind went. Not that it hasn’t been lingering on his body underneath that flawless tuxedo all evening. I just kept it under control because it’s generally frowned upon to straddle your new boyfriend in the middle of an upscale dining establishment. Any dining establishment, really.

Every time I think about what just happened—the step we just took—my heart leaps into my throat. Oh, my god. Levi Blake is my boyfriend. I can’t even fathom what that’s going to look like. I’m going to have to ride it out and see. I’ve had other boyfriends before. I was hardly celibate in high school and college. Not all of them were wealthy, but some of them were.

Levi is on another level from all of them. He might as well be on another planet.

Which may be why I’ve still got that icy twist in the pit of my gut.

Why? Why? I need a few moments to breathe, to figure it out.

Levi doesn’t take us to his penthouse, or to my apartment. He takes us to the Plaza Hotel, and in true Levi style, he didn’t just book a suite. He booked the Grand Penthouse Suite.

I thought the view of Central Park was stunning from the restaurant. I had no idea what I was talking about.

When he opens the door to the suite, my eyes go wide.

I’ve stayed in opulent hotels in my life. My mother loved to stay at the Plaza, and when we traveled as a family, she always chose places with sterling reputations—places that offered service that you could comfortably call world class. But we never had a suite like this. Everything has a gilded touch. The blaze of the sunset sparkles off the chandeliers.

“Will this do?”

I have no words for Levi. I just nod.

“Thank God.” He grins at me, then starts to unbutton his jacket. I want to slide my hand under his collar on the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss. Now that we’re here, I can lose myself in the taste of him, in the feel of his hands on my body, and I’m desperate for it. Desperate. But before I can move, he speaks again. “I’m going to help you out of your clothes, and then we should both step into the robes in the bathroom.”

“The robes?”

He laughs out loud at my expression. I must look horrified. “Yes. It might have been a poor decision on my part, but I wanted you to have a little bit of everything this evening.”

“What does that mean?”

“Turn around so I can unzip your dress.” I turn around. He tugs at the zipper, then helps me step out of the gown. “I’ve arranged for a couples’ massage.”

I spin around to face him. He’s arranging the gown over his arm. “That’s pretty gutsy.”

“You can have a couples’ massage without being an official couple.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I step toward him in my bra and panties, a black set that thankfully matched both outfits today, and his eyes drop to my shoulders…then lower. “It’s a gutsy assumption that I’d want a massage first thing after looking at you across the table all night.” He leans down to kiss me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He tastes like sweet wine and frustration, and his hands go around my waist with a frantic urgency.

Levi’s lips against mine are insistent, passionate, and I press the length of my body against his. He’s hard underneath his clothes, and when I pull back he groans. “It was foolish as hell.”

“What time are they coming?”

He raises one hand to check his watch. “Ten minutes.”

“That’s enough time.”

“I want more than ten minutes with you before—”

“This isn’t about me.”

I drop to my knees in front of him, the polished hardwood cool on my skin. It takes less than a second to unzip his pants, and his cock springs out. I wrap my hands around it, giving him one firm stroke, and he sucks in a breath.

Levi has spent all evening building a fantasy for me without knowing if I would even accept it. I need him so much that my skin is tingling with it, but he’s planned this, too, and I’m not going to turn him down. I’m also not going to leave him like this. The massage would be wasted on him.

His hand goes to my hair when I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. “Mmm.” The sound is a low rumble in his chest, and it sparks a wild desire in my core. I love having this effect on him. I could do this all night. 

But time is ticking. I work my way down his shaft, licking and tantalizing. By the time I take him into my mouth, his legs are trembling with the effort of standing upright, and I wrap my hands around his firm ass, bracing against him.

“Fuck, Ruby.” I increase the pressure, sucking harder, drawing him into the rhythm, and his hips rock forward, pressing the full length of him into my mouth, so deeply that my eyes start to water. But I’m not about to stop. I’m not about to give in. Instead, I relax and swallow, taking him in deep. 

His grip tightens on my hair as he fucks my mouth. Juices collect between my thighs. I never imagined in my life that I could be so turned on by kneeling in front of a powerful man—in front of my powerful boyfriend—and taking him into my mouth so fully that I can’t speak. I can only give him pleasure. And judging by the sounds he’s making, it’s intense.

Levi’s hips jerk forward on the next stroke and he explodes into my mouth.

I take every drop.

He disengages slowly, drawing himself out, his breath slowing. Then he reaches a hand down to help me up. His eyes burn into mine, a grin spreading across his face, and my entire body goes hot. Levi opens his mouth to say something.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door.

Time’s up.