Holy shit! Is this really happening right now? I blink a few times like a stupid fool to make sure this is really my reality. His hands run all over my body, tugging at the robe. His searing, sexy chest is rubbing against my bare torso. That fact alone should send me running in embarrassment. But I don’t; I’m a fool climbing his massive body like it’s a tree silently begging for more.

I get my hands to work, pulling him closer to me, and moan without shame when our skin connects. Fuck, this is all wrong. So very wrong. He didn’t deny the manwhore claim, and here I am eating him alive. The door remains half open, and it’s the farthest worry of mine right now.

He’s a whore. A paid one by the looks of it and here with women who could be his damn grandmas. Wrong, wrong, wrong. My wound up throbbing core argues otherwise as Memphis’s tongue explores my mouth. He’s fucking my mouth, making my hips grind into his clothed dick.

Girls like me don’t get sex Gods like Memphis. Stop overthinking this, Ray. Your body is yelling for you to indulge in this fling. Let yourself go. My mind whirlpools with negative, nasty thoughts one right after the other while the wetness dripping down my legs protests against each thought. Screw it, I throw caution to the wind and drown in everything Memphis. To hell with it. I want him right now like this.

The way his body reacts to mine is fuel to my soul. It turns me on like I’ve never experienced before. Memphis’s hand trails down my torso until his fingers run through my folds. He pulls back a tick from my lips and mumbles into them.

“Wet. You’re so wet for me.”

I nod, head-butting him in the process. Memphis’s deep chuckle is another stream of stimulation to my pussy.

“What do you want, Raylan?” he growls into my lips. He doesn’t stay there long, moving his magical lips from mine. They trail along my jawline, nipping and licking while his hand continues to cup my pussy.

“This.” I mange to get out in a breathy plea.

“Gotta be specific, Raylan. I need to hear you.” His voice vibrates off my neck, setting off another round of fireworks in me.

“Fuck me, Memphis.” I wind my hands in his hair, tugging on it. “I need you to fuck me and make me feel something.”

I giggle, half expecting some corny Dr. Love line to flow from his lips. It doesn’t. Memphis’s face pops up to mine with a questioning stare. A hint of fear and trepidation is tugging at his features. It makes me laugh harder at the insane situation I’m in.

“Laughter in a moment like this is a sure-fire way to kill the need in my throbbing cock.” He raises a brow, staring me down. The action is making him sexier. A feat I didn’t think was possible. “What’s so funny, Sunshine?”

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to ground myself. It’s not laughter attacking me now, but something rather intense. This man may be a whore and have the ethics of a slug, but the genuine and raw passion streaming from him tugs at my heart strings.

“I…uh, I get nervous giggles, and I was expecting you to say something corny with your name Dr. Love.” I squeeze my eyes shut, not comfortable with the emotions tearing through me.

Memphis presses his body further into me, trapping me between the temple of his body and the wall. Even if I wanted to run from the hurricane force known as Memphis Love, there’s no way in hell I would’ve found safe shelter in time. His stare intensifies to a startling point.

“Get one thing straight, Sunshine. I’m not Dr. Love when I’m with you. I’m not the playboy who has sold his body to make it out of hell. I’m Memphis. The man I’ve hidden from the world while getting by. I don't know what it is about you that makes the man want to break free from its self-inflicted prison, but you do. I want to be that guy with you.” He shrugs. “Fools rush in or some shit like that, yeah? Or in our case, fall in your lap when you least expect it.”

Although his speech was sincere each word reeking in honesty, we both crack up laughing at the last part. I’d never tell him my curiosity has been piqued since meeting him, but now the desire to know the man he’s speaking of consumes me.

“Too much?” he asks, dropping his forehead to mine.

“Naw, I’ve come to expect the cheese factor from you.”

Our lips seal as if long lost friends are reuniting and not missing a beat. Memphis has me heated up again in a matter of seconds. His kisses are like fire and ice, spreading a warm sensation through my body like a wildfire. And holy shit. Is that a tongue ring? Son of a bitch, it is. How I missed that while talking to him or while he was devouring my mouth mere seconds ago is beyond me. He deepens the kiss as my tongue runs over the small piercing.

If I was wet before, then there’s no word to describe what I am now. His palms roam underneath my robe and cup my ass. I’m hoisted up into his arms before I know what’s happening. There's no effort on his part as he holds me close to him. I fight to shrug out of the robe while locking my ankles right above the curve of his ass.

The man has ass for days. I want nothing more than to spend hours appraising its naked beauty. His Speedo does very little to hide the masterpiece. That’s a lie. I want the D and now.

His kissing grows furious. The man is fucking me with his mouth and my hips are mimicking the action against his ripped torso. My juices are coating his abs. It’s shameless. But I can’t stop and am so close to finding my release it’s driving me mad.

“Baby, as much as I’d love to have you come all over my abs, you’re not getting off that easy.”

I gasp, hearing the brash words come out of his mouth, but don’t stop rocking my hips. I throw my head back, fighting the internal demons threatening my release. “Stop thinking in that pretty little head of yours and let me show you what it feels like to be pleasured by a real man.”

In his strong arms, he carries me across the cabin to stand in front of the bed, and as I slide down his body, our eyes lock and he gives me a cocky grin that tells me I’m in way too deep.

It’s slow and methodical as he kisses his way down my body, lighting every inch of me on fire. Lenny was magical, but this is outright mind-blowing. Memphis hovers over my sweet spot and then he devours me like I’m his last meal. His tongue is fucking my pussy while his finger rolls over my clit. It’s mind-numbing and blowing at the same time. But then it happens, he fucks my clit with his tongue and piercing. I fall into the sweetest most violent release I’ve ever experienced, crying out his name over and over. Memphis is relentless.

He doesn’t stop, making me want more and more of him. When Memphis leans back a bit, I lunge forward needing to see him. He plays into my game. I know damn well he’s faster and stronger than me, but he doesn’t stop me. His zipper goes down then he’s freed from his shorts. Like Jesus walked on water, Memphis packs heat like King Kong.

His dick is strained, veins popping all over it, and the cherry on top is the bead of precum glistening. I can’t help myself from a little taste test. I dart out my tongue, swirling it around the head tasting all of him.

“Raylan.” He grabs me by the hair, pulling my face up to him.

“Memphis,” I whine.

“I need to tell you something, and it’s not the best timing.”

“Don’t…” I know exactly where he’s going with this.

“I’m clean. I used to be more careless in the beginning. Not anymore. Condom is on at all times.”

“Memphis.” Any other time his words would have been a douse of cold water sending me running. But I want this man and don’t give a shit how wrong it is.

I pull my head away from his grip, sealing my mouth around his cock. I let my teeth drag along the silky, metal shaft. My reward is his groan and flex of hips. My fingernails dig into the material of his shorts. How I long they were palming his ass.

Memphis picks up his pace, fucking my face. I keep up on my end, sucking hard from base to tip and then adding teeth and tongue. The sounds coming from him make me wet all over again.

I’m greedy. I want him coating the back of my throat and fucking me at the same time. I have no idea where any of this is coming from. I hate blowjobs and have never had the urge to let a man cum in my mouth. I want it with Memphis. I know our time is limited and that my common sense could kick in anytime, so it’s like I’m in a hurried race to devour all of him.

Movement catches my attention. The door. Shit, it’s still cracked open, and a very pissed off Iris is glowering at us. If this shit wasn’t already twisted and wrong in all the right ways, it turns me on knowing she’s watching. I have her toy. He wants me. His dick in my mouth with him on the verge of coating my throat. It makes me feel powerful.

The bitch is about to get a lesson in minding her own business. What’s the old saying? It’s a rockin’ don’t come knockin’. My inner Dr. Love is coming out to play. I chalk it up to the fact that his glorious cock is fucking my mouth.