Her taste was in my head, swirling over every taste bud, every corner of my mouth, every inch of my lips. And now she was spread out on my suit jacket. The silky lining puddled around her ass and hips. I pulled her forward, widened her thighs to take my hips.

Even before I painted the tip of my cock along the wettest part of her, I wanted her legs around me again. I raked my fingers down the backs of her thighs and raised her knees until she hooked them around me.

We were directly under the light now. Every curve and dip was on display for me. I tipped her back and she fell onto her elbows. She leaned back on her forearms and looked up at me, her eyes smudged from the mugger’s attack. From my attack.

I’d been ruthless.

Once I’d gotten her taste inside me, it had been more than I could handle.

Even now, the urge to fuck her was monstrous.

Because it wasn’t easy and sweet. No, what she dragged out of me here was primal. I was no hero. I should have brought her home. Should have soothed her with a cup of tea or huge glass of wine.

Anything but this.

The moment she’d touched me, I’d known what she needed.

And it wasn’t comfort.

She wanted to feel alive.

So did I.

I drew my hands along the tops of her thighs, dragging my thumbs through her swollen folds to see her, to know her. By the end of this, I would know every piece of her.

How was I supposed to go back to the everyday after this?

But that wasn’t important.

Now it was simply this.

Her clit was stiff and tight and I knew just a few flicks would drive her over. I’d been holding back from that precipice for what felt like forever.

Her chest heaved and her breasts urged me forward. Her nipples were so sensitive. Each lick and suck had dragged such perfect sounds out of her. But I didn’t want to lose myself in foreplay again.

I was entirely sure she’d claw my back for my efforts at this point.

She rolled up to a seated position again and I dragged in a breath. She’d found my tie in the pocket and wrapped an end around one of her hands. “If you think you’re going to tease me into insanity again, you would be wrong.”

My cock jumped at the power lighting her eyes.

Fuck.

This woman would end me.

She flicked open a button on my dress shirt and tugged my shirttails free. One by one, she slipped the disks through their holes until I was as bare as she was from the front. She dragged her thumb up the middle of my belly, over the ridge of my abs that tightened involuntarily at her possessive touch.

Her head tilted at the long chain I wore under my clothes. The small medal fluttered through her hands and I saw the questions there, but she kept going. Her goal was something else entirely. I swung the chain around so the medal slid down between my shoulder blades. I wanted nothing between us.

She finally reached my shoulders. Her other hand came up and the length of my tie slid around the back of my neck. She wrapped the other end around her free hand and tugged me closer. The head of my cock bumped along her pussy.

“Inside me. Now.”

“Fuck, yes.”

I slid my hand between us and lined us up. The urge to slam into her filled my head. Sweat popped up along the back of my neck, but I didn’t. I knew once I got inside her, there would be no going back. The adrenaline had fallen into the jaws of an endorphin rush.

Primal.

I slowly rolled my hips forward. Bliss threatened to roll my eyes back into my damn head. She was so hot and tight. So fucking wet for me.

She dragged my head down closer with her little collar. Did she honestly think that this would be how she controlled me?

I curled my fingers over her hips and dragged her closer, snapping my hips that last few inches until I was buried inside of her.

She cried out and I let go.

There was no leash strong enough to hold me back now.

I drove into her as if this was my last fuck on this earth. The sawing strength of my tie at the back of my neck fell away as her arms lifted to hold on.

I used the car to lean my thighs against, but she wrapped around me as we lost each other in the masochistic edge of sex.

Of fucking.

I used her as she used me. Together, we chased the nebulous connection that could only come with being physically locked as one. She changed her hold to one arm around my back and the other around my neck as she bowed in pleasure and the chase.

We were nothing other than slapping skin and grunts as her clasping body accepted mine. Slick with sweat and her tangerine-laced pleasure, I felt her vise around me.

She reared up and buried her teeth in my shoulder as she swallowed her screams. The bite of pain, the way she shuddered around me, and the sob that broke from her decimated the last of my control.

I threw my head back and came so hard my mind shorted out. Silence and calm infused my too busy brain. All because of her.

I slumped against the car and she slid down my body to drop onto the hood. Her forehead fell to the center of my chest as we learned how to drag oxygen into our lungs again.

Her fingers twisted into my belt loops, holding me between her knees. I rested my hands on her thighs and my chin atop her head.

I didn’t know what to say, but it seemed that it was a problem we shared. Her fingers slid over my sides and away as she sat up. I wanted to kiss her. It seemed like this moment was too much to just step back and pretend it didn’t happen.

I shrugged out of my dress shirt and draped it over her shoulders. She pushed her arms through the sleeves. I unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled them back until I found her small hands.

She lightly trailed her fingers over my wrist as I buttoned each cuff before buttoning up the front. It was too big on her until I got to her breasts.

Dear God, she was simply one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Even with the night behind her and fucked within an inch of our lives, she was stunning. I pushed her hair behind her ear and lifted her chin so our gazes met.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

“That makes two of us.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

I couldn’t exactly say that I hadn’t had mindless hookups in my lifetime, but nothing like this. Being reckless wasn’t something that I did often. Not with a name like Chapel.

My father was a bastard, but he was a powerful one. And the family name was synonymous with Seattle leadership both in the political arenas and all areas of business. I didn’t let this side of me out. It wasn’t allowed to be.

But then again, no one had ever had the key before.

Not until a hostess from a little family bistro.

Not until Georgia.

“It’s never been like that for me before.” The confession was out before I could stop it. Maybe I didn’t want to stop it.

There was no way that I could actually put this part of me back in the box. Not now. Not after knowing just how we were together.

“I...”

“Georgia, you can’t deny this was good for you.”

“No, of course I can’t.”

“But...”

“But this was a reaction. Like you said, a chemical thing.”

I raised an eyebrow. “We’ve had a chemical thing since the first day I walked into Bellamy’s.”

She looked down. “You’re a customer.”

“So what?”

“You’re one the most influential customers we have. Half of your company comes over for drinks and food and you keep our catering staff busy. What if we—it just wouldn’t work.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m Georgia Barrows and you’re Maximus F. Chapel.”

I laughed. “Did you Google me?”

“Of course I did!”

Her outburst made me smile wider. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You and I do not fit. At all. And besides, I do not have time in my life for anything even remotely resembling...whatever this is.”

“Fucking?”

Her eyes widened.

“It’s what it was.”

She pushed me back and slid off the hood. “Exactly. I don’t fuck strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger.” I quickly took care of the condom and tied it off. I rescued my suit jacket before it fell onto the concrete. I used my pocket square to hide the evidence and tucked it away before zipping up and fastening my belt.

Her cheeks flushed as I snapped out my jacket. It smelled of her. Tangerines and heat and sex. I had a feeling it would never get dry cleaned.

My shirt fell over her hips as she looked down at what I’d done to her. Her pantyhose were absolutely destroyed. Shredded edges fell down her calf to pool at her ankles. She reached out to lean on me and her fingers met with my naked belly.

She tried to pull back, but I’d angled myself in front of her car so she had no choice but to accept my assistance. I crooked my arm so she could hold onto my forearm as she took off her shoe and pulled off what was left of her stockings. She stepped back into her shoe and did the same with the other. “I can’t even wrap my head around what we just did.”

I curled my arm around her waist and pulled her flush with me. “We had an incredible experience.”

“And what?” She looked up at me.

Here, up close when the adrenaline wasn’t hazing every detail, I saw just how tiny she was against me. Her head didn’t even reach my shoulder with the ankle-breakers she wore. Those damn shoes drove me mad, to be perfectly honest. She wasn’t fragile, but she was incredibly small.

I could have taken her again. Right here. Right now.

I didn’t need the out of control danger aspect of what had happened earlier to want her again, but it had heightened everything. It had also broken through a lot of the barriers we’d allowed between us.

But it felt like a door was appearing. And she was going to hide behind it at any moment.

“I want more of it, Georgia.”

“This is crazy. I have to make a report, I have to go cancel my cards and reboot my entire life. For God’s sake, he even has my phone. I can’t deal with this now.”

I unearthed my phone. “Start here.”

She shook her head. “I need to go home. To find all the numbers and... I just have to go.”

She was shutting down.

I knew it.

The door was closing and I had no idea how to stop it.

She backed up and bent to retrieve her keys. At least the thief hadn’t gotten away with those too. “I have to go, Ma—Mr. Chapel.”

“No.” Her gaze swung to me, a little startled at my sharp voice. Good, because she needed to know that we weren’t going back to the status quo. “You don’t get to call me that after what we just did.”

Her chin lifted and she disengaged the locks to her car. “I have to go.”

I tightened my hold on my suit jacket until it was crushed in my hand. “Georgia.”

Her huge mahogany eyes were just a little wild. Similar to what I’d seen when I’d tasted her so thoroughly. But this time they were a bit different.

This was the running kind of wild.

She got into her car and left me standing there staring after her. She didn’t look back, didn’t brake until she reached the end of the garage. When she paused there for a moment, I took two steps forward.

“Come back,” I said into the empty space.

She took a right and out the front of the garage into the street. Then she was gone.

Dammit.