Rowan

I’m hunched over the bathroom sink, washing the day off my face, when there’s a knock at my door. It’s half past nine, so I opt to ignore it. Sometimes those pizza places sneak into our building and leave flyers under our doors, and sometimes they knock to get our attention.

Patting my face on a fluffy towel, I hear it again.

And again.

“Ugh.” Drying my hands, I pile my hair into a messy bun on top of my head and make my way to the door. Rising, I peek out to see who it is, not expecting to find Keir Montgomery on the other side. Yanking the door open, I rest a hand on one hip. “You’re trying wayyyy too hard. You know that, right?”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks. His eyes focus on mine, but he’s hunched over, his hand bracing himself against the frame of my door.

“What?” I half-laugh.

“Do you. Want me. To fuck you?” he asks, clear as day.

My jaw falls. I wasn’t prepared for this. I’m wearing cotton granny panties and a holey t-shirt and this isn’t at all how I pictured it to be. Not to mention he’s clearly three sheets to the wind. I can smell a trace of expensive whiskey as he towers over me.

“You’re drunk, Keir. Go home,” I say, trying to shut the door.

He forces his way past me, and I don’t try to fight him. He’s at least six-two with a mountain of muscles that strain the fabric of his impeccable suit coat.

“Not cool,” I say, holding my spot by the door and keeping it propped open. His agents stand outside in the hall. Always waiting, watching.

I don’t think I could ever get used to that.

Never being able to go anywhere alone.

“Answer the question,” he says, almost slurring. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

My jaw loosens. “I did … but that was last week. And you’re drunk. I highly doubt it would be enjoyable for me—in your current condition—if I’m being honest.”

There’s a fire in his indigo irises. I’ve clearly offended him.

Or challenged him.

Not quite sure yet.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asks, striding toward me like a man on a mission. His hand cups my jaw, the pad of this thumb grazing my lower lip. My arms fall, releasing the door, and it slams shut. “I can promise you, even if I were fucking comatose, I could still fuck you better than anyone else.”

His words send an electric charge to my heart.

This … this was what I came for that night at Goldsmith.

This is who I wanted.

The man whore, give-no-fucks Keir Montgomery. Someone who could make me feel it all, make me forget the outside world for just one uninhibited night.

Before I met Hunter and when I was living overseas, I secretly enjoyed one-night stands. I was always safe and I always did my research on the men before agreeing to spend the night with them, but all that fun came to an end when my work brought me back to the States.

I couldn’t get away with that kind of behavior, not in DC. For a big city, it certainly feels like a small town where everyone knows everyone and everyone talks about everyone. The last thing I needed was for the oldest Aldridge girl to be known as some promiscuous floozy.

Imagining the wrath of Deborah and Douglas Aldridge was enough to persuade me to keep my dealings under wraps the second my feet were back on US soil. If they were ever to find out I wasn’t as “perfect” as they wanted the world to believe, they’d make my life a living hell, make me publicly apologize, and then, when it was all over, they’d write a book about me.

I wish I were kidding.

Anyway, it was a calculated risk going to Goldsmith that night, my body wrapped in a tight black dress, my cleavage up to my neck. One that almost paid off.

I was so close to hitting the jackpot with Keir.

So damn close.

“Rowan,” Keir breathes my name. “You have no idea all the things I could do to you, all the ways I could make you feel.”

My mouth runs dry and my heart sprints in my chest. He speaks clearer now, like the alcohol is wearing off by the second, flooded from his veins by sheer determination.

His gaze falls to my mouth, and I find myself unable to move, utterly transfixed as I try and wrap my mind around what’s going on.

“Give yourself to me,” he says. “One night, just like you wanted. And after this, I’ll never bother you again.”

“You promise?” I ask the only question that matters, hoping the answer is the only one I want.

Keir’s lips draw into a victorious half-smile. “I promise.”

I barely breathe the word “okay” before I find my back against the wall, his body pressing against mine.

Just like that, Keir’s hands are in my hair, his mouth claiming my mouth, his tongue flicking my tongue. His taste is whiskey and mint, his scent exotic and luxurious.

My heart races and my thoughts disappear completely.

He runs a hand down my side, stopping when he reaches the hem of my shirt. When he tears it over my head, I take a second to catch my breath before his mouth owns mine all over again.

“Forgive the bra.” I smirk between kisses. “Wasn’t expecting company tonight.”

The curve of Keir’s lips against my lips tells me not to worry about it.

“It doesn’t fucking matter.” His thumb slips between the waistband of my cotton panties as he yanks them down my hips with a determined pull, exposing my aching sex. “Not like you’ll be wearing any of this much longer.”

He lowers himself to his knees as he slides them down my bare thighs and tosses them to the side. A moment later, the wet slick of his tongue dragging across my seam nearly makes me lose my footing.

Wasn’t expecting that.

“Wider,” he says, kissing my pussy and the inside of my left leg before spreading my knees further apart. “I need to see all of you, Rowan.” Keir presses a finger inside me, his tongue returning to circle my clit. “Good fucking God, you taste incredible.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I tease.

Keir stops, rising and cupping my jaw. His finger drags along my bottom lip before he slides it into my mouth.

“You should know how good you taste,” he says.

My tongue swirls around his finger, sampling the sweet musk of my own arousal.

Our eyes hold for a single endless second before he kisses me. I taste myself again, this time on his tongue, and he releases a small groan before his hand cups my breast.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says. “You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to restrain myself every time I’m around you.”

“I knew it was an act,” I breathe. “The whole reformed, good guy thing.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he says.

“Let’s just agree to disagree on that.”

“We’re done talking.” Keir’s hands circle my waist and he pulls me against him. His navy suit pants are all that separate my body from the generous outline of his cock.

Running his hands down my outer thighs, he lifts me up and I point toward the hall on the left.

Pressing my mouth against his neck, I breathe in his intoxicating cedar cologne as I pepper a trail of kisses along his smooth skin. The feel of his thick erection against my pulsating pussy gives me half a mind to get this show on the road, but Keir seems intent to keep his word to make this the best night of my life, which explains why he’s taking his time and making this all about me.

Another thing I didn’t expect from a notorious playboy.

By the time we make it to my room, he lowers me onto my bed before reaching for his belt. The metal clangs in the dark, followed by a zip.

My skin is on fire, my body on edge. He isn’t even touching me right now yet I feel it all, little tingles, like live wire energy, and I can’t help but feel weightless in this moment.

When his last button is undone and his white dress shirt lies in a heap on my floor, he crawls next to me. In the dark, I sense him drinking me in, his eyes running the length of my body, stopping every so often to linger.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Keir drags a finger across my collarbone before running it between my breasts and down my stomach until it stops between my thighs. Slipping a finger between my folds, then another, he circles my clit with his thumb as he penetrates me with two unstinting fingers. The warmth of his mouth on my left breast follows, and I appreciate that he’s making this all about me, but I want to make him happy too.

I want to hear him gasp.

I want to see him smile.

I want him to remember this night just as much as I’m going to.

Gently pressing his body away, I wait until he’s lying on his back before I climb over him. My hips straddle his, my pussy grazing his cock.

He smiles.

I smile.

Our gazes are lit.

And then I move down, wrapping my palm around the base of his thick shaft, lowering my lips to the tip of his pulsing cock. Taking his length in my mouth, I pump the rest of him with my hand.

Keir’s breaths grow faster, harder with each swirl of my tongue, each stroke of my palm. If I could take his entirety in my mouth, I would, but there’s too much of him.

“Come here, Rowan.” He stops me after a while, pulling my body against his. We’re skin to skin and heart to heart. Without saying another word, he reaches to the floor and grabs his wallet, producing a shiny gold packet, which he promptly tears with his teeth before sheathing himself.

A moment later, he returns, guiding me to my side before pressing his body against my back. His right arm snakes under me, his hand wrapping beneath my jaw as he grazes his mouth against the side of my cheek, exhaling before breathing me in all over again.

With his left hand sliding down my hip, he drags his palm lower until it reaches the apex between my thighs. Rubbing my clit, he gives my pussy a final tease before guiding his length inside me, filling everything I have with everything he has.

I’m melting, pure liquid arousal from the inside out.

Keir’s fingers stroke and play while his cock impales me with steady, rhythmic plunges. We’ve only just begun and already I wish it wasn’t going to be our first and only time together.

God, he’s good at this.

His hand slides up my caved stomach, cupping my breast as his lips press against my neck.

“You’re so fucking tight, Rowan. And so wet for me,” he whispers. “I could stay inside you forever.”

My heart flutters at his words and how nice they feel, but only for a second.

“Shh …” I say, placing his hand on mine and pushing it lower. My hips buck against his, meeting the force of his thrusts, and I swear I feel his mouth curve against the back of my shoulder.

I think it’s safe to say he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

When we’re finished, I climb out of bed and clean up, and when I return, he’s lying there, his hands resting under his head as he waits for me. As soon as he sees me, he pats the spot beside him.

“Please tell me you’re not a cuddler,” I say, hesitating before returning to bed.

“God no,” he says, brows furrowed. “I just want to lie here with you, just for a little while.”

“Don’t be weird about this.”

“How is that weird?” he sits up, resting on his elbow as I pull the sheets over my naked body.

“Don’t get all sentimental or philosophical or whatever. It was just sex. Really, really, really good sex, and the longest orgasm of my entire life.” I smirk before pointing at him. “But don’t let that go to your head. If it gets any bigger, it’ll probably explode.”

“Satisfied now?” he asks. “Now that you got what you wanted out of me?”

“You make it sound like I used you.” I pat his chest. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it just as much as I did.”

Settling into my pillow, I rest my arms across my stomach and stare up at the ceiling, breathing in deep and letting it go. Little aftershocks tremble through my body, reverberations of the most massive orgasm I never knew I was capable of.

Keir moves closer to me, his hand reaching for my face. Before I realize what’s happening, he’s pulling the sheets off my body and lowering his mouth onto mine.

“Again?” I ask between kisses.

He nods, his body climbing on top of mine.

Our eyes lock, and the fact that I want this again so badly almost scares me.

But one more time couldn’t hurt, right?

Keir’s mouth dances with mine, our tongues swirling as my legs wrap around his sides.

If I’m not careful, this could easily become a thing. I could let myself enjoy this too much, tell myself one more time won’t hurt until one more time becomes two more times and two more times becomes three …

“Just this once,” I say, breathless as his mouth works down my jawline then between my swollen breasts. “Then never again.”

He glances up at me, our stares heavy and holding. “Just this once. And never again.”

“Promise?” I ask.

“Promise.”