The door slams shut and the solid mass of his strong body melds with mine against the wall.

He tears his mouth away. “I should’ve made myself clear.” He sprinkles kisses along my neck.

“No.” My head bangs against the wall as it falls back, granting him the access we both want him to have.

His strong hands slide up my sides, feeling my curves, and his tongue dives into my mouth once more. We lose each other in a passionate mixture of touching and kissing, unable to get enough of one another. Before I can track our footsteps, he spins me around and places both my hands on the wall.

His warm body covers me and he leans in close. “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to show you exactly how straight I am.” His voice is low and guttural and it makes my blood run hot.

Is he really asking me permission? Can’t he hear my girly parts cheering him on to the finish line?

“Please,” I whisper on a pant.

I’m unable to see him. His deep intake of breath is the only confirmation of how badly he wants this, too.

His big hands move around my body, slowly undoing each button on my blouse, leaving me heaving for a breath with the mere brush of his fingertips on my bare skin. Once he’s done, his hands slide up my torso to the top of my blouse, slowly moving the silky fabric to fall down and off my body, floating to the floor between us.

Not stopping, his finger skims down my spine, and I wait for him to unclasp my bra. To feel his chest to my back, skin-to-skin contact I desperately crave. But he doesn’t. Instead, his hands move to the front of my body again and fiddle with the button and zipper of my slacks until they too join my blouse on the ground.

“Step out of them, baby,” he says in a low and husky voice that almost undoes me.

I step one foot out and he kicks my clothes out of our way.

“You, I need to feel you.” I move my hands off the wall, but he locks his hand over mine, and I get what I need—his body pressed against mine for a brief second. Still, it’s long enough to realize he’s still fully clothed.

“You’ll feel me. Deep inside you. Very soon.”

Each word hits me, resonating through my body exactly as he meant them to.

Two fingers slip under the hem of my panties, grazing along my ass at a snail’s pace. One of his hands still presses mine to the wall, his lips millimeters from my ear. “The first thing I noticed was your ass.” He fists the side of my panties and they rip off, sliding down my other leg to the ground. “How perfectly round and firm it was.” He lets go of my hands and his fingers travel down my bare arms, past my shoulders and down my ribcage until he has my ass cheeks in both of his hands.

His breathing is gone from my ear and I glance down behind me to find him eye level with my ass. Squeezing my flesh in his hands, he leans forward, biting my cheek.

I yelp and he chuckles to himself, rising to his feet once more.

“I can’t wait until I can bend you over my counter at the shop and do what I’ve imagined doing since we met.”

“And what’s that?” I need to hear him say it. I need to know he’s wanted me as much as I’ve wanted him.

“To drill my cock inside of you over and over again while you scream my name. To have the taste of you on my lips while you’re begging me to stop.”

My pussy practically drips with dirty words and the images they bring forth.

He undoes my bra and I let my hands fall from the wall, so he can guide the straps down my arms until I’m fully naked. With two hands on my hips, he spins me around, taking in every bare inch of me as though he’s committing it to memory.

“What are you going to do with me now?” I ask, biting my bottom lip in the most seductive way I can muster.

His muscular chest rises and falls while he toes out of his shoes and kicks them to the side. “First”—his finger skates between my breasts and down my stomach until he reaches the end zone—“I’m going to show you exactly how well I know my way around a pussy. You know, just to reconfirm I’m not gay.”

I giggle thinking of how ridiculous all my previous assumptions seem now.

The soft smile on his lips confirms that while he may be a demanding alpha male in the bedroom, he is still the kind-hearted, animal-loving man I’ve fallen hard for.

I reach forward, unbuttoning his shirt at a quicker pace than he did mine. Surprisingly, he lets me undress him. My hands splay across his strong pecs and I brush his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall. Grabbing the top of his jeans, I pull him toward me.

“I knew you’d try to take charge.” His hands lie flat on the wall behind me, effectively caging me in while I unbutton his jeans and push them down along with his boxers.

That’s when I lose my dictatorship because Leo Vaughn truly is the perfect male specimen. His perfect cock—yes, I now know there is such a thing—stands at attention as though begging me to wrap my mouth around it.

Leo’s finger urges my chin up to look into his eyes. “There’s plenty of time for you to get better acquainted with my cock, but right now I need to feel how wet and warm you are.” He picks me up under the arms and walks over to the bed, laying me down.

I prop up on my elbows when his body weight doesn’t land on top of me. He’s standing between my legs, staring down at me, his cock fisted in his palm, slowly moving his hand up and down. The way his gaze lights my skin on fire, I know what I’m about to experience tonight will be like nothing that’s come before it.

Pun fully intended.

Instead of climbing onto the bed, he drops to his knees and pulls my ankles so that the back of my thighs rest on his shoulders.

“Hey, I thought—”

“Did you think I wouldn’t taste you first?” His eyebrow arches up and a smirk appears on his lips. “Love the landing strip by the way.”

My face heats at both his words and what he’s about to do to me. I’m always embarrassed when a guy goes down on me. I’m offering him an up-close view of the most intimate part of myself.

He uses his finger first, sliding up and down along my wetness and then concentrates on my clit, circling at a painful but pleasured pace.

My head falls to the mattress, my hands gripping the comforter under me. His lips skitter across my skin with open-mouthed kisses on my inner thighs. I feel his breath before his tongue, but when he swipes up and takes my clit into his mouth, a long moan rumbles out of me and I’m no longer embarrassed. I’m on fire and it burns hot in my veins.

I buck up, needing more of his mouth on me as he sucks and swirls, moaning with his own enjoyment.

“Leo,” I pant, wiggling under him, and he wraps his arms around my legs, splaying his hands on my hips, holding me to him to manipulate me how he wants.

The man must’ve gone to school to learn these tricks and graduated with a doctorate. His tongue and his fingers work together masterfully to bring me to the brink of orgasm, but it’s his moans and muffled growls that skyrocket me into bliss. My knuckles whiten with fistfuls of the plush comforter while my back arches, my thighs flexing hard against his head.

Pure ecstasy fills my entire body and eventually I float back to earth from the high he’s given me. My back returns to the mattress, my legs fall off his shoulders and my hands leave the comforter to move across his bare shoulders and into his hair as he makes his way up to me.

“I’ll never question your sexuality again,” I joke and he captures my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine in a way that tells me he’s anything but sated.

“Good,” he mumbles against my lips. “But I think I’m going to argue my point a little further.”

His cock pushes into my opening and my legs instinctively open wider, wanting more of him. All of him.

“Shit.” He pulls away. “Give me a second?” he asks and grabs a condom next to us on the bed.

“What are you, a magician?” I ask, watching him take it and slide it down his hard shaft.

He chuckles, reaching up and massaging my breast while he rolls the condom down his length one-handed. “I was a Boy Scout. Always be prepared.” He winks and then stays on his knees while his other hand cups my other breast. “You know you’re beautiful, right?”

I roll my eyes and move my head to the side. His hand lands on my cheek and urges it back so I stare at him. “You’re hot and adorable and so fucking edible.” He licks his lips at that and I swear if I was still wearing underwear they’d be drenched. As it is I’m soaked for him already. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me that I can take a bite out of you anytime I want.”

He slowly pushes his dick inside of me, purposeful and deliberate, watching my reaction as he fills me.

“Leo,” I sigh, my body giving in to him.

“You’re so fucking wet, this will be a true test of my willpower to take my time.”

I rise on my elbows, wanting and needing his mouth. “Take me how you want me. We have all day.”

A cat-ate-the-canary look crosses his face and he pushes the last inch of himself inside me until he’s seated to the hilt. My legs lock around him, and I buck up, desperate for the friction only he can give me.

Taking one of my legs, he places it to his chest.

“Oh, shit, right there.” My eyes close for the briefest second as he moves in and out of me at a pace that’s making another orgasm awaken inside of me.

Leo’s hands slide up and down my leg, his hips moving in perfect harmony with my body’s desires. There’s a brief tug-of-war in my head between wanting nothing more than to enjoy this moment and fearing what both of our expectations will be afterward. My climax builds and I lose myself, having no other choice but to erase every detail of today and every plan set up for tomorrow, because in this moment my mind is filled only with Leo Vaughn and how I’m finally getting what I wanted from him. I refuse to worry about what may or may not come in the future.