Vivienne is pure sweetness, and I could worship her naked body and its pure womanly curves standing in my foyer for the rest of my life, if I didn’t desperately need to take her right now. Her face is pink with the afterglow of her first orgasm of the afternoon, and her nipples stand out dark and desperate, and I reach out to cup her breasts in the palms of my hands. She lets her head tilt back, breathing hard and fast. Her whole body is trembling, and I kiss her once on the lips, her softness giving way to me, and then I scoop her up in my arms.

It’s not far to the master suite, and when I get there, I lay her gently on the bed. She curls her arms up above her head, arching back, and when she speaks her voice is low, saturated with need.

“Please, Dominic. I need—”

“I need to fuck you.” There is no more time for playing games. There is no more time for anticipation, for waiting, for drawing this out, delicious as it’s been. We’re there. We’re at the moment when anticipation turns into pure agony, and I’m going to take it in my hands and turn it into sheer pleasure. I undo my belt, unzip my pants, and strip all the rest of my clothes off, then climb onto the bed and position my body over Vivienne.

“Spread wide for me.” She emits a little hitched breath, but she obeys, even though I think we both know this isn’t a game anymore, this isn’t a little interlude in my office, this is real. I have the sense that she wants to lose herself in me, as much as I want to lose myself in her, and I’m willing to take control only as far as she needs me to in this moment.

She’s already so wet, and a new gush of her sweet juices glides over my fingers when I stroke her folds, hooking my fingers to the front, playing her like a violin. Vivienne lets out a low groan, her hips bucking up from the bedspread, and she reaches for me, her hands framing both sides of my face, drawing me down for a kiss.

She crushes her lips against mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, and that’s when I know.

I love Vivienne Davis.

I love her.

She wants that balance. She wants me to be who I am—powerful and in control and willing to take over when she wants to let go for a while. But she’s also powerful in her own right. She’s not afraid to take what she wants, and what she wants right now is me. Vivienne is wet for me, soaking for me, and the desperate searching of her tongue is all I need to leave every last moment of waiting behind.

I break the kiss, pulling back, and slide my arms underneath her, flipping her onto her hands and knees with a quick movement. She braces herself, automatically raising her ass into the air, lowering her head to the pillow, and I spread her creamy thighs with my hands and blow onto her folds, eliciting a low hiss.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please, Dominic, please…”

Her begging is the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. I line up my thickness with her slit, put my hands on her hips, and pull her backward until the head of my cock is right up against her slick opening. She wriggles in my hands, trying to force herself backward onto me, but I hold her in place.

“You’re mine, Vivienne Davis. Mine.”

“I’m yours,” she gasps, and as her fingers clutch at the bedspread, I slam my full length inside of her.

She lets out a little scream that’s all pleasure, and it mixes with the low sound I hear coming from my chest. Vivienne is tight, her muscles pulsing around my cock as I pound inside her again and again. It’s like she was made for me. I tunnel as deep as I can go, bottoming out, and her hips are like a jackhammer, jerking with every thrust.

“I—” Vivienne gasps, unable to get the words out, and I plunge in as deep as I can go and then hold still. Instinctively, she lowers her breasts another inch toward the bed. She’s trembling so hard under my hands, my cock buried inside of her, that I can’t believe she’s staying in this position. “I—”

“You don’t need my permission to come, sweet thing. Come on my cock, baby. Come.”

She explodes around me, crying out again and again, and the force of her muscles pulsating around me pushes me over the edge. I come hard inside her, impaling her fully on my cock, as the aftershocks rock through her body, again and again.

We stay frozen for a moment, and then she curls to the side, pulling me down with her. Her flushed face is the picture of blissful satisfaction, and my heart breaks. I run a hand through her hair, never wanting to look away from her eyes ever again. I lean down closer to her, and I say it, I say it out loud, even though there are a million reasons not to. “I love you, Vivienne Davis.”

Her gasp this time is sheer delight, and she wraps one hand around the back of my head and pulls me down, kissing me with a tenderness I don’t think I’ve come up against in years, if ever. “I love you, Dominic. It’s—” She shakes her head.

“It’s risky,” I murmur. “There are a thousand reasons not to be together. But I love you. And that’s the only reason I need. It’s the only thing I need to know.”

She’s silent for a moment, and then she lets her eyes travel down the length of my body. “You’re kidding.” Her voice is still low and soft, but her eyes are dancing and glittering.

“That’s how much I want you.” My cock is already standing at attention again from breathing in her intoxicating scent, from stroking my fingers down over the curves of her breasts.

And Vivienne, with a grin that makes me fall for her all over again, tugs at my arm until I lean down on my elbows over her. She spreads her legs wide underneath me and reaches down, taking my cock in her hand, and guides it into her opening. “Can I tell you a secret?” She whispers the words with a hitch in her breath while I take her again, inch by inch.

“Anything.”

“I want you, too. This much.”