Delirious pleasure snagged Riley in its riptide and dragged her beneath the surface, and she drowned in it willingly. Giovanni invaded the tight walls between her legs, stretching her with his thick cock until it felt like she would tear in two. With a startled cry, Riley tossed her head back and pressed her cheek into the mattress as he pushed into her. His full, heavy balls were flush with her ass, and the tip of his cock barely missed her cervix. Every inch of him satisfied in a way no other man would replicate.

Giovanni was perfection, and now that she’d had her taste, Riley knew there was no going back.

He drew his hips back and started to thrust. The movements were slow at first, allowing her to feel the swollen head of his cock as it drew down through her body and then pushed back up to force its way back into her. How was it that a man like Giovanni, who pushed all her buttons and challenged her every step of the way, could make her feel like this? Riley drew him deeper yet, her thighs locking around his hips so she could lift herself to meet his thrusts.

Giovanni was amazing. Amazing. And she’d barely had her first taste of him.

His hips pushed into her with slowly increasing speed, and Riley met his movements eagerly. The way he stretched her made her feel full like never before, and she craved more. It was reckless, it was irresponsible, and it was probably one of the worst ideas she’d ever had, but none of those things stopped it from being the most mind-blowing sex Riley had ever had.

In this incredible room in a decadent Las Vegas casino, so far from the comforts of home, she’d found herself. Bold. Unashamed. Satisfied. She’d come thousands of miles to honor the memory of a friend only to find herself along the way.

Giovanni drove into her, the pace increasing rapidly. The wet sounds their bodies made as they joined turned Riley on to no end, and she worked against him to grind herself against his pelvic bone with each thrust he made. The pleasure rose and exploded in a space just behind her eyes, and her whole mind geared toward chasing another orgasm. She’d come against his thigh before, but now she wanted to tighten and flutter against his thick shaft. She wanted to feel his hot cum flood her womb, and know that he was inside of her even when he pulled out.

Giving in to him was the sweet release she needed after living by the rules for so long. It was so wrong, but Riley needed it more than anything else.

For the minutes they spent together in the hotel room, she needed to relinquish control.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Giovanni growled against her ear. His body collided with hers, and each time he buried his cock inside of her, sparks flew before her eyes. He was a jerk, he was unprofessional and brash, but he made her feel.

It had been a long time since Riley had felt anything at all.

“Wanna see you ride me,” Giovanni grunted. His hands tightened against her waist, and he pistoned into her a few more desperate times before he rolled them over so Riley was on top. The movement forced his cock to pop out of her, and she groaned at the sudden emptiness.

He couldn’t stop now. She couldn’t bear it.

Riley scrambled to straddle his lap, her thighs on either side of his tattooed hips. Carefully, she grasped his cock by the base and held it upright. Her folds hovered above his shaft, and she gyrated her hips as she lowered herself back onto his cock.

The second he pushed her open and sank back inside of her, Giovanni moaned. The sound was low and rumbling, utterly masculine and entirely addictive. Fueled by their sex and the way he made her feel, Riley plunged down on his shaft in an attempt to hear that moan again. Her walls squeezed, her hips worked in small circles, and she rose and fell on the cock that plugged her. Both of her palms braced on his flat stomach, and her hips picked up the pace.

She wanted to hear him lose himself to the moment. She wanted to see Giovanni tumble as far into depravity as she’d fallen. The way he felt inside of her was too good to be true, but there was no disputing it. They were fucking, and he was the most fantastic lay of her life.

Another gritty moan parted from Giovanni’s lips. Riley shuddered and closed her eyes. Deep inside, she felt the brimming pleasure he worked into her start to overload. The urge to clench, to thrust, and to grind heightened. Orgasm was approaching for the second time that night, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Gio,” she breathed. Words were hard to form with how foggy her mind was. “Oh god, Gio, I’m gonna….”

His hands were back on her waist suddenly, and before Riley had time to open her eyes, her back hit the mattress. Sudden emptiness made her grow desperate—he’d slipped out of her as they’d rolled over, and she needed something to fill and stretch her badly. She needed to come in the worst way.

Giovanni didn’t leave her waiting for long.

His cock probed at her entrance, then, once it had found its place, slammed into her. Riley opened her eyes in shock and cried out as Giovanni pounded her into the mattress. Her arms locked around his neck, and she held him close as he fucked her wildly and with abandon. As the shock wore off, Riley fucked him back. The slap of their skin and the wet noises of their joining died out beneath his ragged, urgent grunts and the shrill cries that spilled freely from her mouth.

If sex between them was always going to be like this, Riley never wanted him to leave. She wanted to be fucked and bred by his huge cock. She wanted to feel like she was the only one who drove him so crazy he couldn’t help himself.

When Giovanni came, she felt it.

Thick, hot ribbons of cum spilled into her waiting sex, and she gasped and ground against him as he bottomed out inside of her and pushed inward with short, superficial thrusts. A low, satisfied grunt tumbled from Giovanni’s lips, and he hung his head and worked his hips into her with desperate need as he shot.

Excitement peaked and Riley gave in to the aching need inside of her and let herself topple into orgasm. Her walls clenched around his pulsing cock, milking him.

It was over.

Lungs starved for air, Riley struggled to catch her breath and their bodies grew still. Giovanni shuddered as he shot the last of his seed, and then sank down tenderly on top of her claiming her lips in an unexpected kiss. Riley closed her eyes and kissed him back, but already dread and guilt was starting to clench in her chest.

What had she done?

Kissing Giovanni lit her up and made her feel more important than anything else in the world, and he was the most attractive guy she’d ever met, but he was still her coworker, and he was still an arrogant asshole of a man who didn’t listen to reason. By giving in, she might as well have invited him to continue making choices that would burn Thorn Tattoo to the ground.

By crawling into bed with her coworker, she may have just cost herself her job.

Riley blinked back tears, and when the kiss ended, she pulled away from Giovanni and got out of bed. One piece of clothing at a time, she started to dress.

“What’s going on?” Giovanni asked. “Come back to bed, Riley. We’ve got this room all night. I’m not ready to fall asleep just yet.” The lustful, playful curl in his voice made her want to stay and indulge in his body all over, but Riley couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew she’d had a momentary lapse of judgment, and that if she aggravated things further by staying, that the situation would only get worse.

“No, it’s okay. I’m fine.” She found her shoes that had slipped off while they were fucking, guilt growing. “I need to get home. Thanks for the night out.”

Everything she said was thin, but Riley couldn’t invest herself in anything more substantial. Leaving now made her want to cry, but there was no way she could stay. The attraction between her and Giovanni wasn’t meant to be acted on, but she’d folded to him. There was no way she’d be so weak again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the shop. Remember, we have to find time to practice for the workshop. You’ll want to practice what you’re saying before you get in front of an audience.” She tugged the zipper the rest of the way up her back, then brushed her fingers through her hair and hoped it looked passable. There was no way she was stopping by a mirror to check it out; not in a hotel room with a sizzling hot naked man she was forbidden to indulge in.

“Riley—” Giovanni tried to stop her, but Riley was already on her way across the room. By the time he was making his way off the bed, she’d already cleared the distance to the door. It closed behind her firmly, and Riley blinked back tears as she made her way to the elevator.

Giovanni was everything she wanted, but also everything she couldn’t have.

There was no sorrow greater than that.