Maria's entire body trembles as they walk further and further away from the club. She knows what kind of shit goes down behind the scenes, but she's never been on that side of things before. Charles keeps his thugs there at all times to keep the girls in line, but none of them have ever caused any problems. She pushes all thoughts of what could have happened to the back of her mind and refuses to give it a second thought.

They only have the one night together and Maria wanted to make the most of it. After contemplating for a whole five seconds, she grabbed Rhett by the hand and dragged him into the casino they had stopped in front of. Sure, they could have gone to one of the many restaurants inside and stuck with their plan for dinner, but that was the last thing on her mind and she could tell it was the same for Rhett. After they argued for a good five minutes about who was paying for the room, Rhett, of course, won that argument, they came upstairs, and all of Maria's confidence went flying out the window.

They're standing across the room from each other and her hands play with the hem of her shorts. "Before we start anything, I just want you to know I don't normally do this kind of thing."

Rhett tilts his head to the side in confusion and adds, "I don't either."

"No, I'm serious. I know my profession would lead you to believe otherwise, but it ends there for me. I never leave the club with a guy and I would never think of taking money for sex."

His gaze darkens as he looks her body up and down. He's partly pissed off that she would think he would ever pay for sex, but mostly he's angry because he can't understand the kind of life she's had to have lived to warn him ahead of time that she's not going to accept money for sex. Make him wonder how many scumbags have offered that. "That's good because I wasn't offering."

Her cheeks redden, and she suddenly feels embarrassed. He never mentioned it but she's been working this job for too long to not think it. She's lost count of how many guys have tried to offer her money to follow them home. But that has never been her style.

"It's okay, you don't have to be nervous. We're two consenting adults that are extremely attracted to each other and that's all this is. Let's take everything outside of this room and forget about it. Just be right here and right now."

"You're right, I'm sorry. I'm thinking way too hard about this."

She starts to open her mouth again, but he presses his lips down to hers. And she stops thinking about anything at all. She moans into his mouth as the familiarity of their make-out session on the plane comes full force back to the front of her mind. She can feel his erection against her stomach as he presses up against her and burst of desire shoots straight to her core. Bringing his hand down, he runs his hand over her thin t-shirt and lazily thumbs her nipple. She throws her head back as he spends extra attention to what he's doing as he discovers what she had hidden underneath.

He lightly pulls the barbell which mixes a slight pain with pleasure causing her to scream out. Her shirt quickly comes off falling to the floor and his tongue immediately starts playing with her piece of jewelry. She tugs on the ends of his hair holding him to her as he sucks kisses the shit out of her. She crosses her legs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure building, but it does nothing to help.

With a pop he releases her and with a sinister look he says, "That's the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Her head is swimming and it all suddenly feels too much, and she needs a minute to clear everything and get her thoughts together. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?"

He growls as he takes her hand and places it on the front of his jeans. She can't help but rub his impressive length and feel excited even more. His voice comes out harsh and breathless as he says, "I'll be waiting, but don't take too long or I'm coming in there after you."

Maria's hands shake at her side as she crosses the room to the bathroom. With a click, she pushes the door open and finally breathes a sigh of relief as she closes it behind her. Leaning against the door all of her focus is on the rapid beat of her heart. With each boom, boom, boom, she feels like it'll pound its way right out of her chest. Never has she felt this way before.

She takes a small hesitant step away from the door toward the mirror and she's shocked with the person staring back at her. Only hours before she found herself in a similar position looking at her own reflection and not liking what she saw staring back at her. She picks up a tissue from the box on the counter and slowly wipes away the layers caked onto her face and she's pleasantly surprised with the person she finds underneath. Just little bit of being in Rhett's presence has brought the old her back again. She's still not one hundred percent sure and comfortable about herself, but she feels better already. With a small sigh she quickly removes every item of clothing and holds her head up high.

When she walks back out into the room, Rhett is sitting at the foot of the bed waiting for her. His eyes darken with hunger as he traces them over every inch of her body. Every night she shuts off her emotions as she strips down to nothing in front of strangers. But tonight, in front of Rhett as she allows herself to feel everything, she's never felt more naked in her entire life. The rawness and trust she's putting into him right now feels nothing short of exhilarating.

He stands up from the bed and stalks toward her like she's his prey and the darkness in his eyes sets a bolt of electricity through her body. She has no idea what to expect, but she's fully prepared to give herself over to him completely. He unbuttons his shirt achingly slow with each step he takes toward her, and the deliberateness of his movements almost cause her to combust on the spot. She's never been so turned on her life and he hasn't even removed an article of clothing.

His shirt comes off and slides to the floor and she almost laughs at the perfection of his upper body. All of those years working on the ranch have done him well. Her fingers are itching to run along each muscle and explore him but any movement she plans stops as his hands go to his waistband of his jeans and starts working the zipper down. It isn't until now that she notices he already removed his hat and boots while she was locked away in the bathroom.

Maria's feet are permanently planted in their spot and she leans up against the wall behind her. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip as he slides both his jeans and boxer briefs down his body at the same time. When he springs free from the confines of his pants she craves nothing more than to slide down on the floor and front of him, so she can completely devour him. The tip of his erection glistens with a drop of precum and he wraps his hand around himself sliding it around.

Watching as he a gently works himself over has Maria moving her hand down her own body. She's never touched herself in front of someone else before, but the entire thing feels completely erotic. Just as she's about to slide her finger down over her clit, Rhett's rough voice washes over her. "Don't you dare think about it."

The harshness of his tone suddenly stops her and her eyes quickly meet his. Her head leans back against the wall with the closeness of his body. She didn't realize he had made it all the way across the room.

Without a word to her, he pushes one finger and then another inside of her and she screams out instantly in pleasure. Her bud is dying for one touch or flick and he spends his time ignoring it completely. She groans out in frustration as he continues finger fucking her but refuses to touch her where she needs it the most.

Rhett pulls his fingers out and her juices glisten on his fingers. He brings them up to her mouth and slides them along her lips until her mouth pops open of its own accord. She greedily sucks on his fingers and becomes strangely aroused tasting herself on his skin.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he tells her as he slides his hands underneath her ass and pushes her body up.

When he gets her right into place he pushes forward in one smooth motion and slams right into her. He groans and she releases a sigh at the same time. It's been way too long and he stretches her to complete fullness. She throws her head back against the wall as his movements become intense as he pounds into her over and over again. Maria's body turns to mush as everything he's giving her builds up inside of her. She turns her body over to him and stops focusing on anything at all.

Maria's back slams against the wall repeatedly each time he re-enters her and she relishes the pain it brings.

"Touch yourself. I want to see your face as you come and feel that tight pussy squeeze me."

Her hand slides down her body and he doesn't have to tell her twice. She keeps her eyes locked on his as her finger quickly finds her clit and she can't help the intensity of her yells at the little bit of attention she's been craving. The greed takes over and she rapidly rubs her finger against it chasing that release that is so close.

"Fuck." Rhett slams into her again and his breathing is working overtime now as he asks, "Are you close?"

She doesn't have the chance to respond as her orgasm rips through her body and she roughly throws her head back against the wall. Wave after wave attacks her body and she rides each one as it comes to her. She's faintly aware of her moving body, but it isn't until she starts coming back down that realizes what happened.

Opening her eyes, she finds her head resting on to of Rhett on the bed. He must have walked them over here as her body was otherwise occupied.

She starts kissing her way up his chest slowly making her way toward his mouth. Her body feels stretched in all of the right places in the best way possible. Normally she's a one and done kind of girl, but her body is instantly craving more. She doesn't foresee ever being able to have enough of him, she's already addicted and the hot cowboy lying underneath her is the only one who can give her the fix she so desperately needs.

"Woman you're going to be the death of me. I need at least five minutes to recover," he laughs as she wraps her hand around his softened erection needing more and needing him now.

She fake pouts and brings her lips down to his own. His calloused hands run along the sides of her body and a tingle travels up her spine. She breaks the kiss long enough to say, "I need you, Rhett. I'm a woman starved and only you can cure my hunger."

Without another word, he flips her off of his body and her back slams down onto the bed. Her screams and moans get tangled together as intensely feasts on her paying special attention to her clit like he's the one starved. She stops counting the orgasms as each one hits her body and she completely lets the waves wash over her.