I can’t believe that I’m even thinking this, but Case isn’t nearly as big an asshole as I had believed. Tonight has shed new light on the billionaire playboy with the virgin fetish.

He has a far more brilliant mind than people give him credit for. And he speaks with such passion for his project that it’s hard not to get wrapped up in the whirlwind. I consider myself a realist with an idealistic outlook, but Case feels like an idealistic to his very core.

There’s something incredibly attractive about a man who wants—and can—change the world for the better.

But more than that, Case challenges me on an intellectual level. The wit and banter between us is just as entertaining as it is thought-provoking. The constant back-and-forth between us has me on my toes quite unlike any man has before, which includes my professors back at Yale.

I’d still never date the man, though.

As fun as things have been with us—and they have been fun—there’s still far too much arrogance and pomp that radiates from him.

With supper behind us, I stand with my arm wrapped around Case’s outside the restaurant with the Prices.

“Hang onto this one, Case. She’s a keeper. I just hope a man like you is smart enough to see it,” the Senator says with a more than a bit of snark.

It provokes a playful smack from Abigail—a reminder to “be nice.”

At first, I was certain that there was some reason for the bad blood between the two of them—like Case taking the virginity of the Senator’s daughter or something—but now I know it’s just two men locked in a perpetual pissing contest.

“And you, Gabbi. I know you’re a Democrat and all, but I’d love for you to come work in my office,” the Senator offered.

Fat fucking chance of that ever happening.

“I’ll give it some serious consideration, Senator.”

The Senator and Case shake hands.

Abigail and I give each other a friendly hug.

And then the Prices are whisked away by their security detail to their home—where I’m sure Abigail will have to endure another Viagra-fueled, disappointing sex session that will end with a faked orgasm.

My night, on the other hand, is going to be filled with something much more exciting.

At least, it better fucking be.

“We made a really good team tonight, Gabrielle. You were far more impressive than I could’ve imagined.”

I’m surprised at his compliment—even if it’s more than well-deserved.

“You know, you weren’t all that bad yourself for a cocky playboy. There might almost be hope for you yet, Case Sterling.”

My eyes turn to Case, and I see him already looking down at me with ravenous hunger.

There’s a rush of warmth between my legs at the sight.

“So, are you ready to go?” he asks with a smirk.

“Is it time for dessert?”

Case’s driver holds the door open for us. We slip in, and—before the door even closes—our lips are caught up in a torrential embrace.

Since that first quick kiss we shared at the table, I’ve been wanting more.

I’ve kissed men before—I’m not that innocent—but never have I ever been kissed like this before. This is something else entirely. This is elemental.

The feel of his lips radiates down my spine and makes my toes curl.

I’m so wrapped up in the feel of his lips that I don’t even realize that we’ve arrived at the hotel until the sound of Eddie clearing his throat at the open door reaches my ears.

I don’t know how long Eddie has been standing there watching us, and I don’t really care, if I’m being honest.

Case and I slink out of the car, and the driver smirks at us.

“Have a good night, Mr. Sterling,” Eddie says as we exit.

“See you in the morning, Eddie,” Case replies.

Now that we’re in the public eye once more, Case restrains himself—but there’s no mistaking that want in his eyes.

He’s itching to get me to the hotel suite and to get me out of this fucking dress.

And he isn’t the only one.

We walk arm-in-arm through the front doors and to the elevators.

This facade of ours remains right up to the second that the door to his suite closes behind us.

Then it’s like we’re back in the car all over again.

Case presses me up against the door with a loud thud. His hands pin mine above my head. There’s a thrilling shiver that tingles at the base of my spine.

I’m lost in the embrace of his lips, right up to when he pulls them from me.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers.

His lips are close enough that I can almost feel them against mine as he speaks.

“Do you always ask questions that you know the answer to?”

“Tell me what you want,” he repeats.

The grip of my wrists tightens and a surge of excitement courses through me.

“Take me to the bedroom, and I’ll tell you.”

Case lets go of my wrists and lifts me up into his arms. Without a thought, my legs wrap around his waist. With my arms around his neck, I bury my face into the dive below his jaw. His five o’clock shadow tickles against my skin as my lips taste more of him.

Case pries my arms from his body and lays me down on the bed.

Our eyes meet. His lips turn upward into a cocky smile.

“Now tell me what you want.”

A small laugh escapes my lips.

I prop myself up on my elbows and tilt my head at him.

“I want you,” I answer.

“Want me to what?”

So that’s his game. Well, two can play at that.

“Less talking. More kissing,” I say coyly.

“That’s not an answer.”

Case leans down over me. My heartbeat quickens.

His hands slide roughly along my arms to my wrists. They are pinned—outstretched across the bed—and I feel his lips graze against mine.

It’s not a kiss. It’s a tease.

His eyes of jade are peering into mine as if he is searching my thoughts.

It’s intense and lascivious.

“Tell me,” his voice is barely above a whisper. “What do you want, Gabrielle?”

I can feel myself dripping through my lace panties and down my thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His lips fall into mine—apparently satisfied with my answer—and I feel the fire between us rise uncontrollably.

But there’s still too much fabric keeping our bodies apart for my liking. With a twist of my wrists, I free myself from his grasp, and I peel his jacket from his body.

My heels come off easily and fall to the floor behind him.

The feeling of his cock growing hard and rigid against my inner thigh makes me moan.

I can’t wait to feel him slip that inside me. It’s thrilling and intimidating all at the same time. Frantically, we undo the buttons of his shirt until it finally flies open.

My hands run up the length of his muscled body. My fingers move along the grooves of his abs and up over his hard chest.

Case slips the shirt from his body.

I bite down on my button lip. My hands move to grab his belt next, but Case stops me. He holds up a finger and waves it back and forth with a grin.

Case’s hands unhook my legs from his waist. He moves them down along the length to my thighs and underneath my dress.

There’s a flashback to our first night together when his fingers had brought me to the ledge of oblivion before stopping.

The band of lace around my waist is lifted from my skin and around Case’s fingers. Slowly, he pulls the wet fabric down my legs. He tosses them aside, and his hands go back to my thighs.

Case’s hands are soft but firm.

I feel the length of each finger rubbing along my thigh as I tremble in his grasp.

He pushes my legs up against my chest—my dress rides up to my waist—and my wet pussy is exposed to him.

I catch him lick his lips before he disappears between my thighs.

Then I feel him—or rather, his tongue—slip between my wet lips.

My breath catches in my throat.

Case’s tongue reaches the base of my clit and flicks up against it.

“Oooohhhhhhh,” I moan.

He repeats the gesture, and my back arches.

His lips wrap around my clit with a firm suck.

I reach down and slide my fingers through his hair.

There is a sensation—a familiar sensation—as his fingers slip into me.

I inhale sharply.

The feeling of his lips sucking at my clit and his fingers delving deep into my pussy isn’t one I’ve felt before—another first for me tonight, no doubt—and my body is aflame with overwhelming ecstasy.

His fingers twist and turn with each thrust, calling me to depths I’ve never experienced before, and his swirling, licking tongue has me grabbing his hair tightly to anchor myself.

I feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

My knees feel weak, and my legs shake uncontrollably.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I demand with a hushed tone.

My body feels electric. Every part of my body from the waist down is fluttering of its own accord. And like Alice, I find myself in Wonderland.

A wave of warmth moves from my stomach and down to his hungry lips.

I whimper and pull tightly at Case’s hair as I come.

The world around me is a hushed haze of stars. Case’s hands hold me firmly in place to keep me from wiggling away. His tongue licking at my juices keeps me from regaining control of my brain and legs.

There’s a reprieve, which I use to catch my breath, when Case raises his head up from between my thighs. His tongue slides out over his lips, licking my wetness, as a predator that he just gorged.

Hands grip my waist, and I’m turned over onto my stomach.

The feeling of the dress being slowly undone is felt down my spine and to my toes. I feel his lips against the side of my neck grazing across my supple flesh. Case’s hands slip the straps of the dress from my shoulders, and the dress is pulled from my body.

I’m about to turn around, but I’m stopped by Case’s grip.

“Not yet,” he says.

His voice is almost like a growl, and I can hear the smile on his face as he speaks.

My ass is lifted up so that I’m on my knees. I’m expecting to hear the unzipping of his pants. Instead, I feel his unyielding grip on my ass.

I’m down to do anything he wants, but I’m not quite prepared for that just yet.

My lips part to tell him, but the warmth of his tongue sliding along my lips makes me moan instead.

“You really enjoy my pussy, don’t you?” I look over my shoulder to see the top of his head buried behind me.

He hums in response—a sensation I feel in the pit of my stomach.

My arms reach out in front of me. My fingers wrap around the sheets of the bed and cling tightly to them. His tongue slips into my wet pussy.

I bite down on the sheets with a muffled moan.

If it wasn’t for Case’s grip on my ass, I would collapse against the bed.

It’s as if I had just come up for air, only to be caught up in another wave that pulls me under. Case’s tongue thrusts and licks, sending tiny jolts of electricity that make my stomach clench.

There’s no build-up this time. I don’t see myself rising to break the surface.

I’m propelled into stratosphere like a rocket.

I hear the slurping sounds from behind me as he is treated to his reward.

My body tries to pull away from him and fall to the bed, but he holds me in place. He has yet to have his fill, and I’m already a shuddering mess. His hands release their hold, and I’m free to fall flat to my stomach.

I take this moment to catch my breath and regroup.

The sound of his belt coming undone only winds me up.

I roll over onto my back in time to see his fingers unfastening the button of his pants. My lips part in a breathy moan when his cock is freed from confinement.

He’s thick and long—like, the size of my forearm kind of long—and the velvety head of his cock is glistening in pre-cum.

Case’s pants haven’t even hit the floor when I take his cock into my mouth.

I grip the base of his cock with one hand. My other cups his balls to massage them. It’s his turn to moan.

I feel his hands pull my hair back into a ponytail, and he wraps it around his fist.

With his cock sliding deeper down the back of my throat, I look up to see his face.

Case is biting down on his lower lip. His eyes are awash with a lust that sparkles like stars in the moonlit room. His grip tightens as my throat closes down around his cock.

A low growl slips from his lips. It’s possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

I try to take more of him, but he’s too big.

Still, I keep trying—I’m no quitter.

My head bobs along his cock—my hand twisting along his shaft with my lips—and his cock slides deeper down my throat with each motion. He senses my eagerness and pushes my head closer to his hips. My nose barely touches his body when he pulls my head from his cock.

I lick my lips and take in a deep breath.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?” he demands with surprise.

“A girl is entitled to her secrets, Mr. Sterling.”

My lips pucker against the head of his cock. A surge of pre-cum rushes out to reward me, and I lick it up gleefully.

Case pushes me down on my back. I slip backward away from him, and he follows after.

He slides up along the bed and in between my thighs. I’m caught in his hungry eyes like a trapped animal. Our lips meet.

The kiss is ravenous and vigorous.

It pulls me in—as it always does—and only fuels the anticipation that rages inside me.

There’s no warning from Case. No playful game of control.

I just feel the head of his rigid cock slip into me as deep as he can go.

My head lulls back—breaking our kiss—to let loose a loud groan of satisfaction.

“Fuck,” I murmur.

Every part of my body flexes and clenches at the sensation. It’s so much better than I could have ever possibly imagined. I’ve used toys before, but none of them felt as warm and filling as Case does.

My arms slip up over his shoulders, and my fingers latch onto his back. His hips grind into me. I can feel his cock throbbing wildly inside me.

The thrusts start slow. He eases me into it.

But I don’t want easy.

My hips rise up to meet him forcefully. The sound of our flesh meeting with such intensity echoes through the bedroom. Case’s kiss-swollen lips twist into an approving smile.

The thrusts come harder, faster at my behest. Each meeting of our hips reverberates up my spine and curls my toes.

His hand reaches behind my head to grab a fistful of my blonde locks. He clenches tightly. With each thrust that Case makes, he pulls at my hair.

Our eyes remain transfixed on each other. I feel as though we are peering into each other’s souls.

This feels more than just a fuck.

The look that I see reflected in his eyes makes me feel as though there’s something more behind it. Maybe I’m just swept up in the feeling of his cock filling me and numbing my thoughts. Perhaps it’s just me projecting.

But is it wrong of me to want it to be more?

There’s something looking back at me in his eyes that is beyond lust.

I’ve seen lust in his eyes. This isn’t it.

I press my lips against his. Our tongues meet and dance between our lips.

His hungry growls are met with my wanting moans. I feel my body succumb to him and his cock.

It’s my thighs that give out again. They twitch and flex against his hips. The muscles in my stomach tighten.

My breathing quickens and catches in my throat. The shaking of my thighs is met with the feeling of him shaking against me now.

His growls are deeper—more primal. The sound pushes me closer to the ledge.

Our lips part, and our eyes meet.

“I want to feel your cum inside me, Case.”

His lips are pressed down against mine. His tongue slips between my lips and takes control of our kiss. I feel this jolt of electricity come from my stomach that spreads over my body.

I clench around his cock—holding him deep inside me—as I explode all over him.

Case’s body stiffens. His hips press forcibly against mine as he slips his cock as deep into me as he can. There’s a surge of warmth that I feel from inside as his cum fills me.

I hold my breath as I writhe beneath him.

My thoughts are jumbled and incoherent.

I can’t even begin to describe the sensations that flood my body.

The muscles in my body relax as if I had just gone through a full-body massage.

Case lowers himself down beside me. His lips find my collarbone and pepper it with tender kisses.

“I can’t even begin to describe that,” I say with a soft laugh.

“Well, maybe the words will come to you later when I make you come again.”

“Again?” I lull my head to the side and look at him.

I hadn’t expected him to want more.

Now that the deed was done, I was certain I’d be shown the door.

“Yes, again. We still have a whole night ahead of us to make your first time something to remember.”

Well, fuck. There’s no way I’m about to forget this night ever.

And if he wants to go again, I’m sure as fuck not about to turn it down.