When Kane walks upstairs after waiting like I asked, I hear him check the bedroom first. But he won’t find me there. No, I’m down the hall in an office that I don’t think he’s ever used based on the completely clear state of the desk.

Which works perfectly for my purposes.

Regardless of how our lives are going to change in the near future, whether from the suspicions I now have or because of the mess my brother dragged us into, I need one night to not worry about any of it.

I need one night of just us and what originally brought us together.

Kane’s not slow, so it doesn’t take him long to find me in the office, leaning against the edge of the desk in my brand-new purchase—which shows more than it conceals.

I don’t need to hide anything from him. I just want to continue to tempt him.

“I didn’t realize we had a meeting planned for this evening,” Kane says, his icy gaze sweeping over me with approval.

“Your seat, sir.” I nod to the armchair in the corner that has the only dim light in the room above it.

Kane sits, his legs spread and his hands resting on his knees, and he watches me where I stand in black stilettos.

The things I want to do to that man . . . or let him do to me.

“What’s on the agenda for tonight’s meeting?”

“Just a little temptation.”

“I think you’ve miscalculated.”

I tilt my head, swinging my hair to the side. “How’s that?”

“You’re no little temptation. You’re the ultimate.” His gaze starts at my feet and caresses my body as it rises. “Those black stilettos. Sexy as fuck. Those stockings? I want to peel them down with my teeth before I push those tiny red-and-gold panties aside and taste the sweet pussy you’re hiding.”

In the beginning, it was watching someone else that unleashed the fire within me. But now, I realize that was just the catalyst to make me go after the real prize—a man who could give me everything I needed, in bed and out. Who could help me shed my inhibitions. Forget everything except how he makes me feel.

“I want that. I want everything from you. Everything you’ve promised me.”

His gaze reaches my face. “I sure as hell hope so, because it’s already yours.”

He’s speaking in generalities, and I’m thinking in specifics, but he’ll understand soon enough. Like in ten seconds. My core pulses at the thought of what’s coming.

“Do you want to see the rest?” I ask, a hint of tease in my voice.

“Always.”

I push off the desk and slowly turn in a circle, and I know the moment he sees the lack of material in a very specific place in my lingerie choice.

“Sweet fucking Christ. Princess . . .”

I glance over my shoulder to see him gripping the arms of the chair. “You like?”

His nostrils flare as he loosens his grip and stands. “No. I fucking love you. Every inch of you.” He crosses the floor separating us and stops close behind me. His breath touches my shoulder as his hand covers one cheek of my ass and gives it a delicious squeeze.

I release a soft moan.

“You flash this beautiful ass at me, and there’s no way in hell I can stop from touching it.”

“I want you to touch it.” I meet his stare. “I want even more than that.”

I didn’t know his blue eyes could burn so hot before this moment. Kane’s palm slides from my cheek to trail two fingers up my crack.

“You want me to fuck this sweet ass?”

“Yes.”

He groans, his eyelids dropping before he moves, and jerks me back against his chest so he can take my mouth. As his lips devour mine, I give myself over to his kiss.

When we’re both breathless, he pulls back and stares into my eyes.

“You. Are. Mine.”

“I know.”

His lips skim down my neck to where it meets my shoulder, and the arousal he’s stoked burns even hotter.

Since the moment I picked this particular pair of panties off the rack, I knew what I wanted tonight. That’s why there’s a plug and a bottle of lube already here.

“I bought supplies too . . . in the drawer.” My voice is breathy, and we’ve barely gotten started.

Kane pulls back. “I already knew you were perfect, but this seals it.”

I start to bend over, but he stops me.

“Not yet, princess. First, I’m going to enjoy these pretty tits and eat that tight little pussy.”

I don’t know what it is about when his mouth turns filthy, but it kicks everything up to the next level.

He turns me around and both hands wrap around my waist to lift me onto the desk. His lips find my nipples through the sheer lace of the bra, and he sucks them into his mouth one at a time.

When my head is thrown back, he finally reaches for the clasp and it releases. Inch by inch, he pulls the bra down my arms, and my skin tingles in the wake of where his fingers touch. He plays with my nipples until they’re as hard as diamonds and I’m begging.

“You need more?”

“Yes. I want to come.”

“Then that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

Kane drops to his knees in front of me and spreads my legs wide. “Heels on the desk. Lean back.”

If not for the tiny patch of lace covering me, I’d be completely exposed. And then Kane tugs that to the side and I am.

“So fucking pretty.” He leans forward to swipe with his tongue. “And so fucking delicious.”

“Please—”

“Oh, I will please you, princess. I swear it.”

His hands wrap around my inner thighs, holding me open, and then he moves in.

Tongue. Teeth. Lips. He uses everything at his disposal to make me scream his name and beg for him to push me over the edge. But every time I get close, he pulls back.

“Kane!”

“You dying to come?”

“Yes!”

“Then you’re almost ready.”

When I set tonight’s events in motion, I didn’t realize I was signing myself up for the most sensual torture imaginable, but apparently, I miscalculated.

Kane rises, and I want to shove his face back between my legs, but his blue gaze is intent on me.

“Where are the supplies?”

I jerk my head back. “Top drawer. Right side.”

“Fucking amazing woman.” He finds them and wastes no time setting the lube and plug beside me.

“Hurry.”

But instead of flipping me over and giving me what I’m begging for, he strokes two fingers down my cheek.

“I’m glad you asked for what you need, Temperance. I will always make sure you have it. Always.”

“And what about what you need?” I ask.

“You give it to me just by breathing.”

A wave of emotion washes over me, and I wrap a hand around his neck and crush my mouth to his. When I finally pull back, I tell him, “I love you, Kane.”

He bows his head, touching his forehead to mine. “Come what may, I will always love you.”

When he pulls back, he offers me a hand and I take it. Gently, he spins me around to face the desk and I bend over, reveling in the press of the cold wood against my nipples.

He caresses my ass, cupping a cheek. “Have you missed me playing with this sweet ass of yours?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

“I won’t neglect it again. I promise.”

He releases his grip on my cheek as he slides a finger under the outer strap of my panties and follows it down toward my center.

“So fucking wet.”

He’s so close to where I want his touch. He dips a finger into my wetness and circles my entrance.

“You want my cock here?” he asks.

“Yes.” My voice breaks on my plea, but he doesn’t comply. Kane drags his finger back to circle my rear entrance.

“What about here?”

God help me, but I feel like I’ve never wanted something more.

“Please, Kane. I need—”

“You’re gonna get everything you need. Don’t doubt that. But first, I need something from you.”

“What? Anything.”

“I want to hear you tell me you love me again.”

“I love you.” I whisper it, and then I yell. “I love you, Kane Savage! Until my last breath, I love you!”

He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “And I’ll love you through this life and the next.”

“Yes. Through this life and the next.”

That’s the moment he plunges a finger inside me at the same time he finds my clit, and my orgasm crashes over me. I arch on the desk, trying for more pressure, more contact, more everything.

Kane tugs my crotchless panties down over my ass, and I shimmy to shake them free before letting them drop to the floor. I’m primed and ready.

Anticipation heightens every sensation because I know what’s coming. When the drizzle of lube hits my ass, I tremble with excitement. I’m ready. I want this.

I need this.

“First, we’ll stretch you out.” He presses a well-lubed finger against my ass, and it breaches more smoothly than it did last time.

“Oh God.” My nerve endings tingle and feel like they’re practically cheering.

“So fucking tight. You’re going to strangle my cock, and I’m going to love every single second of it.”

He fucks my ass with his finger slowly, teasing me with every movement while my vision turns hazy, and I realize it’s because my eyes are closing. I let them slide shut and give myself over to the sensations.

Kane slides a second finger inside, and the burn increases deliciously. “Can you take me?”

“Yes.” No hesitation. No question.

“Temptress.”

He separates his fingers in a scissor-like motion, testing the muscle, and I squirm on the desk. When he pulls free, it’s to push a plug into my ass and notch his cock against my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

I love the desperation in his tone, just like I loved the struggle in his eyes while I sucked him off. I love knowing that I can do this to him. That he wants me as badly as I want him.

He pushes inside, and I’m beyond full. My ass flexes against the plug as Kane pounds inside me.

My cries spur him on and my orgasm builds. He reaches beneath me and finds my clit, and I shatter.

“Kane!” I scream his name as the pleasure takes me under and his thrusts keep coming, harder and faster until he pulls free.

“It’s time.”

“Please.”

He pulls the plug from my ass and tosses it aside before more lube coats my back entrance.

“Tell me if you can’t take it. I’m going to go slow.”

The head presses against the tight ring of muscle, and I relax into the sensation. It slips inside, and for a moment, I feel like I’m being split wide open.

“Holy shit. I don’t know if it’s going to fit. You might be too big.”

His fingers find my clit and once again set another orgasm building inside me. Against all odds, I press back against him, seeking more as he teases me into loving this new sensation.

“Good girl. Take it slow.”

An inch at a time, I take his cock. My nerve endings scream in a dizzying new kind of pleasure. It’s a dark, twisted sensation that plays on everything I never wanted to admit about myself.

“Your turn,” I whisper, taking a chance.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Just go slow.”

The line between pleasure and pain blurs as Kane takes over, keeping my clit buzzing at the same time he fills my ass and retreats, over and over.

My pussy soaks the desk, and my throat grows hoarse from screaming his name.

When I finally come, every inch of my skin seems to shimmer with the sensation. I feel like I’m floating off the desk, and then Kane roars as he pumps his climax into my ass.

After he cleans me up, he carries me to bed, and I know for certain that this is exactly what I needed.