I can’t believe I’m doing this. But even though Zander said he didn’t want me to regret it in the morning, I know I won’t. There’s no way.

Especially because he just made me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. And we’re still fully clothed.

I fumble with my keys at the door, unable to focus because his mouth is all over my skin. My neck, my shoulders, every patch of bare skin is at his mercy as he nips and sucks and licks, setting me on fire.

The pulsing in my body is out of control, and I’m so ready to cum I can hardly stand it. I feel his hard length pressing against me from behind as I finally get the key shoved in the lock, and I can’t get inside fast enough.

Grabbing his hand, I pull him in after me, slamming the door and turning to press my body back to his. I stumble back to the couch, pulling his shirt up as I do.

Zander helps me, ripping it the rest of the way off over his head, and I break away from his demanding lips for just a moment to take in his magnificent body.

Holy hell.

I knew he was ripped, but this is ridiculous. It’s like he’s carved marble. Chiseled, hard and so perfect. My fingers have a mind of their own and work their way down from his shoulders to his chest, flicking over his nipples and making him groan in a way that makes me smile with satisfaction. Good. I’m having the same effect on him he’s having on me.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate to have a man. I continue my exploration, tracing the indentions of his abs, then the sharp cut of the V of his hips that point right down to where I really want to be. With a flick of my wrist, his jeans are unbuttoned, and I’m sliding his zipper down. I need to see if this man’s cock is just as magnificent as the rest of him.

He chuckles and locks his hands around both wrists. “Hang on there, baby. Only fair that you lose some of these clothes, too.”

I smile and turn around, watching him over my shoulder as he unzips my dress. He’s much slower than I was, teasing me, torturing me as he takes his time to reveal my back. Then he traces a finger all the way down my spine from the nape of my neck to the edge of my panties. He dips his finger in, just a fraction of an inch, and tingles race over my spine, following the trail of where his finger just was.

God, I want this man to touch me again like he did in the elevator. Like no one has ever touched me before. I never thought that was something I’d like, but apparently I’ve been missing out.

Or maybe I’ve just been missing out on Zander.

He slides my dress off, letting it pool at my feet, and I step out of my heels. My dress wasn’t exactly made for wearing a bra, so I’m now naked before him except for my lace thong.

“Fuck, Madison, you are so gorgeous,” he growls. The low rumble of it makes my pussy clench, and I feel myself get even wetter than I already am.

My breath comes out in pants, that’s how much I want him. How desperate I am to have him.

He turns me abruptly in his arms, bending his head to capture my nipple in his mouth. I let my head fall back as he alternates soft strokes of his tongue with intense nips with his teeth. The alternating sensations are enough to send me spiraling into even more of a frenzy.

I return my hands to his jeans, shoving them down, boxer briefs included, and take him in my hand.

A loud moan escapes. He is so hard. And huge. I don’t know how he’s even going to fit, that’s how big he is. But I sure as hell want to find out.

“Zander,” I gasp. “Need you.”

I take another step backward, the back of my knees hitting the couch, and we tumble down. His muscular body nearly crushes mine as he falls on top of me, but he catches himself, his huge biceps bulging as he hovers over me, his cock jutting toward me, ready to take me.

“Now,” I plead.

Zander reaches for his jeans and pulls out a condom, ripping it open and rolling it on in seconds before he positions himself at my entrance.

His eyes bore into mine, asking a silent question. Giving a silent warning. Last chance to back out.

Yeah right.

I arch my hips toward his, welcoming him.

And he fills me in one violent thrust. I didn’t expect anything else from this man. He’s all raw energy and fierce intention. That much was clear on the train.

And he’s no different now as he strokes me, pounds into me, filling me so completely. More than I’ve ever been filled.

I cry out as he slams into me over and over. I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

Zander hooks an arm under one of my knees and pulls it high, opening me wider, fucking me deeper.

“I’m going to cum,” I pant out.

He drops his head, taking my nipple in his mouth again and sucking hard. I feel the climax build, my pussy tightening around his thick cock.

But when he slips that finger back behind me and slides it in, filling me and stretching me even more, I fly over the edge. Screaming. Clawing.

Coming harder than I ever have in my life. Over and over again my pussy squeezes his cock, clamping down as wave after wave of ecstasy wracks my body.

And when he lets go, his huge dick throbbing as jet after jet of pleasure pours out, it sends me on another shattering wave of ecstasy that threatens to destroy me for any other man ever.