I was going crazy. This heat wave was killing me. It hadn’t dropped below 100 in over a week. I still hadn’t heard any news about the partnership, and I hadn’t gotten laid since I’d kicked Gabriel out of my apartment—two months ago. I stood with my head in the freezer, my shirt unbuttoned. The AC was blasting, but I was still sweating. My stockings were wadded up in my purse. I’d taken them off the second I’d left the courtroom.

My phone vibrated on the granite counter of my kitchen island.

“Come out with us!” Kate’s voice screeched through the speaker, before I could even say anything. I smiled at the sound of my best friend’s voice.

“Hi, Kate.”

“Olivia!” she yelled again ... she was clearly already a few cocktails in. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. Come out and have fun!”

“I just got home from work. I was about to take a cold shower and go to bed.”

“Put on a dress and get your ass over here.”

“It’s hot,” I whined.

“Put on a skimpy dress then.” She wasn’t giving up this time. “There are like a million hot guys here. I know you haven’t had any action since you let sex-on-a-stick Gabriel go.”

I groaned into the phone. She was right about that, and I was about to go insane. I’d almost caved and called Gabriel last week, but that would’ve been a mistake. The drama that would undoubtedly ensue wasn’t worth it. Kate was right … I needed to find a new fling.

“Fine, I'll come out for one drink,” I said. Kate squealed into the phone before I hung up and went to get ready.

An hour and a half later, I was at one of the newest clubs in the city. Hundreds of wasted 20-somethings danced in a writhing mass around me. Kate looked amazing as usual, her strawberry blonde hair in effortless-looking beach waves that had probably taken hours to create. Her career as an esthetician meant her complexion was always flawless. Her green dress hugged her slender body, and even though it was 1,000 degrees in here, there wasn’t a single drop of sweat on her.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” she yelled in my ear. The two drinks I’d had were doing nothing to make me agree with her. Two guys who couldn’t have been more than twenty-five approached us.

“Wanna dance?” the blond one yelled. His friend had two small gauges in his ears and tattoos peeking out from under his shirt sleeves.

“Yes!” Kate yelled before I could object. Less than two minutes later, Mr. Gauges was grinding on me.

I loved Kate, but this was a huge mistake. I was never going to find what I was looking for here. I pulled her to the side and practically yelled in her ear.

“I've got to go. I’ve got a huge murder case going to trial next week. I need to go home and prep for it.”

She groaned loudly, “Come on … you just got here!”

“I know, but I really should be home working on the case.”

“You’re boring!” Kate yelled. I felt a tiny twinge of guilt for lying to her. I did have a huge murder case, but I wasn’t going to waste my Friday night prepping for it. I needed to go somewhere else. Alone. I needed to find someone to make me forget about Gabriel.

“I know, I'm old and boring.”

“You owe me!” she yelled as I walked away.

* * *

I could feel him staring at me from across the bar. I didn’t blame him … I looked damn good. After Kate had called, I’d taken a shower and put my hair in a playful ponytail to keep it off my neck and face. The red fabric of my dress clung to every curve, the deep V ending well below my breastbone. It felt good to be dressed up in something other than suits and blazers. I'd left Kate and walked a few blocks to a different club, one where the guys were more mature and the music not as loud.

I had noticed him the moment I’d walked into the club. He oozed confidence and sexuality. His dress shirt was taut on his arms and the fabric stretched tightly across his shoulders every time he moved. His dark brown hair was peppered with silver strands. I wasn’t looking for some pretty boy; I was looking for a man who knew how to handle a woman. I was pretty sure the man staring at me from across the room fit the bill. He was everything Gabriel wasn’t.

I shook my head. Fucking Gabriel. He was so hot. I had let his good looks cloud my judgment, kept him around longer than I should have because I liked looking at him. If I had to have a one-night stand, then there was no better man for the job.

The sexual frustration was getting to me. I needed someone to fuck me senseless, and I needed it now. I imagined this was what animals felt like when they were in heat, a single need that became their sole focus and only purpose.

I tipped my glass back and drained the last few drops of champagne. The waiter appeared magically at my side before I had even set down my glass. The poor boy couldn’t have been much older than 21, and he had no confidence. A small part of me wanted to take him under my wing and teach him how to be the man women wanted, but the carnal desire growing inside me shut down that idea immediately. I didn’t need a project right now.

“This is from the man at the end of the bar,” he said, putting another flute of champagne in front of me, his eyes never leaving my chest. I thanked him and turned my attention back to the object of my desire. I raised the glass and nodded my head at him. He returned the gesture with a smoldering, panty-melting look. That was it … I wasn’t waiting for him to make a move. I picked up my glass, tucked my clutch under my arm, and weaved my way toward the bar.

“Thank you for the drink,” I said, sliding in next to his stool, as I leaned seductively on the bar.

“How do you know it was from me?” he replied, as his eyes traveled up and down the length of my body and back to my face. I smiled and licked my lips, knowing he liked what he saw.

“You’ve been watching me all night. Do you think I didn’t notice?”

“Are you sure it isn’t the other way around?” His voice was smooth, so sure of himself.

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.” I waved a hand dismissively. “The details aren’t really important.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and eyed me curiously. “Then what is important?”

“You and me … anywhere but here.” I leaned in closer, placing a hand on his leg. “Less clothes, less talking.” He kept his face stoic and unaffected, but I felt his thigh tense under my hand, and his eyes grew dark with lust as I ran my fingers up his leg. He took a sip of his drink.

“I’m not sure you can handle me, baby.”

“Are you sure it isn’t the other way around?” I smirked.

“Is that a challenge?”

“I guess there is only one way to find out.”

“I’ve never met a woman like you before.”

We sat there looking at each for a long time, the sexual tension growing thicker every second. I drained my champagne, ready to find someone else who could satisfy my needs. I wasn’t here to play games.

“My car can be here in just a few minutes,” he finally said.

I smiled. That was more like it.

* * *

Ten minutes later, we stepped out into the summer air. It was still hot and muggy, even at this time of night. It was the kind of heat which could you make you sweat when you stood still.

A black town car pulled up to the curb, and a tuxedoed man got out and opened the back door. I slid into the car behind the man from the bar, the leather seats cool against my bare legs.

“I don’t even know your name,” he whispered, pulling me against his side, his fingers tracing a pattern at the hem of my dress.

“Olivia, and you?”

“Jameson.” And that was it, no other formalities needed.

He moved my hair to the side and kissed my shoulder, then my neck, then the sensitive skin behind my ear. I turned my head toward him, our lips nearly touching.

“Get ready for the ride of your life, Olivia.”

“Right back at you, Jameson.” Then our lips met, and suddenly nothing else mattered. His mouth devoured mine, all passion and need, our tongues fighting for control, neither of us willing to give the other the upper hand. The fight only made it hotter. He ran a hand down my ponytail and pulled, tilting my head back and kissing my neck. I straddled him, my dress bunching up around my waist. Our mouths never parted, pure and simple lust fueling the fire between us.

Jameson ran his hands over my ass, squeezing hard. A finger trailed down the fabric of my thong, between my legs, to the wetness that had pooled there, and he pushed the lacy fabric to the side to slide his finger inside. I moaned against his mouth. It had definitely been too long.

All too suddenly, he stopped, and I realized the car was no longer moving. I slid off his lap, pulling my dress back down and straightening my ponytail before the car door swung open. We were on the Upper East Side, in front of an apartment building overlooking the park. A doorman greeted us and held the door to the lobby open.

“Nice place, Jameson,” I said. He eyed me curiously but didn’t say anything. I leaned against the wall, waiting for the elevator to arrive, taking him in by the full light of the lobby. You could tell he spent a considerable amount of time working out.

“Are you done undressing me with your eyes?” he asked dryly. I looked up and met his eyes, deep pools of blue that I could get lost in.

“Just wait, I’m going to do a lot more than that,” I said. The elevator finally arrived, and I stood up straight as the doors slid open. Neither of us spoke as the elevator climbed to the 15th floor.

There were only two doors in the hallway off the elevator. My heels clicking against the tile was the only sound as we walked to the door. Of course, his apartment was on the side facing the park. He put the key in the lock and shot me a seductive smile over his shoulder.

As soon as we were inside, his hands were on me. He pushed me up against the door and kissed me again, harder and with more need this time. When his fingers started to pull at my zipper, I slid out from between him and the door and made my way farther into his apartment. The room was huge, but scantily furnished, no art hung on the walls, and the huge leather sectional was one of only a handful of furniture pieces.

“Did you just move in?” I wondered out loud. Jameson moved in behind me, his breath a whisper on my neck when he responded.

“Maybe, why does it matter?”

“You know there are people who will decorate for you?” I said, spinning around and taking a few steps backward. I was teasing him on purpose, even though the ache between my legs was growing stronger by the second. It was definitely working. I could see his erection straining against his pants.

“The view is amazing,” I said, turning and stopping in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out on an impressive patio and the park. “I’d kill for a view like this.”

I let out a yelp as he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, pinning me against the glass.

“Do you ever stop talking?” he whispered in my ear.

“Only when I have something in my mouth,” I smirked.

“Be careful what you wish for, Olivia.”

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Jameson.” He shook his head and laughed. Apparently, he’d never been challenged by a woman before.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

“I don’t think so.”

“Now,” he said. “My house, my rules.”

“Over my dead body.”

“Damn it, why do you have to make it so difficult?”

“It’s more fun that way.”

“Maybe for you. Now turn the fuck around.” This time I complied, the desire burning inside me overpowering the need to be in charge. I pressed my palms against the cool glass, spreading my legs slightly. The growl that escaped Jameson’s throat let me know that it was exactly what he had wanted.

The fabric of my dress parted slowly as he pulled the full-length zipper down until it hung open in the back. I dropped my hands, letting my dress fall to the floor at my feet, now naked, except the thin fabric of my thong and my black stilettos. I placed my hands back on the glass and watched Jameson’s reflection as his eyes raked up and down my nearly naked body. He placed his hands on top of mine and pressed his body into me.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in my ear.

“So are you,” I responded dryly.

“I’m going to give that smart mouth of yours something to do.”

“You keep saying that.”

“You want to suck my cock?” his voice rasped in my ear.

“I don’t think you can handle it,” I said arrogantly.

“Try me.” He took a step backward, giving me room to move. I spun around, grabbing his belt and undoing the buckle. Dropping to my knees, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them and his boxers down around his ankles. I took a moment to take in his long, thick cock, hard and ready for me.

“Having second thoughts?” he said smugly. I took him in my mouth in one swift motion, pushing his length down my throat until I almost gagged.

“Holy fucking shit,” he moaned. That’s what I thought, you arrogant asshole. Jameson put a hand on the back of my head, holding me in place while he thrust in and out of my mouth. When I took his balls in my hand, I felt his knees buckle a little. He grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth off him.

“Get up. Put your hands back on the glass,” he demanded, his breathing hard and fast. I stood but didn’t turn around. Instead, I stepped close and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“And what if I don’t?”

“You’re fucking impossible,” he said through gritted teeth. I took my sweet time with his shirt, and I thought he was going to go insane by the time I finally undid the last button and pushed the fabric to the floor. I ran my fingers over the ridges of his stomach, admiring the impeccable shape he was in, before I finally turned around and placed my hands back on the glass. He stepped closer, the heat from his skin radiating against my naked back. He reached both hands around me and massaged my breasts, eliciting a moan when his fingers brushed over my nipples. Our eyes met in the reflection, and he smiled.

Jameson ran his hands down my body taking my thong off with them. I heard the familiar rip of foil. When I looked back up, he was poised behind me, both hands on my hips, his cock positioned at my opening. I licked my lips, more than ready for what was coming.

Jameson slid inside me, and everything was right in the world again. He filled me to the brink before sliding out, leaving me empty and wanting more. He slammed back in, gripping both my hips as he moved in and out of me. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It felt so good. He pulled out, but this time didn’t thrust back in. My head snapped up, and I met his eyes in the glass. He grinned devilishly.

“Bend over. Grab your ankles,” he commanded.

“God, you’re bossy,” I said, out of breath. But I wasn’t going to argue. I bent over, spreading my legs wider and gripped my ankles. Then he thrust into me again. The new angle let him go even deeper.

“Jesus Christ,” I moaned.

“You like that, Olivia?”

“Fucking ... love ... it,” I said between breaths. He reached around and began rubbing circles on my clit. “Oh my God,” I moaned as my orgasm began to build. “Yes, don’t stop, fuck, don’t ever stop.” A string of incoherent words tumbled from my mouth moments later as my whole body clenched around him and my orgasm ripped through me. I rode it out, letting him fuck me until the very last tendrils of pleasure had retreated from my body.

He slid out of me, and I stood up, stepped out of my heels, and walked down the hallway in search of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” he asked, following me through his apartment.

“It’s my turn to be in charge.” I winked over my shoulder. He smirked and shook his head but didn’t argue.

“Lay down,” I said, when the door of the bedroom clicked shut. He raised an eyebrow at me. “What?”

“I’m not used to a woman telling me what to do.”

“Get used to it, Jameson.” He rolled his eyes, but laid down on the bed. I climbed on top, hovering over him. He grabbed my hips and tried to force me down, but I held my position and laughed. “So impatient.”

“Goddamn it, woman, you are going to kill me.”

I just smiled and slid down onto him. He let out a moan as I swirled my hips and clenched my pussy around him. I went slow, sliding all the way off his cock before lowering myself again. He’d apparently had enough of my teasing, as he grabbed my hips, holding me in place, setting the pace from below. I cried out as he drove into me.

I leaned back, placing both hands on the bed. The change in angle felt amazing.

“Holy fuck, Olivia.”

He reached up and tugged on my nipples, then rolled them slowly between his fingers. My head dropped back, and I let myself get lost in the sensations. Jameson’s grunts brought me back to the present. He had to be getting close, but I wasn’t ready to stop yet. I put all my weight on one hand and used the other to reach down and circle my clit with two fingers.

“Oh my God, yes,” I moaned. My orgasm hit me out of nowhere, harder and stronger than I’d had in a long time. Jameson thrust into me as the waves of pleasure rolled through my body, dragging it out as long as possible.

When my orgasm subsided, I rolled off him, removed the condom, and took him in my mouth, as far as I could before pulling back. I repeated the motion until my eyes watered.

“Oh. My. God.” Jameson moaned. I slowly pulled my mouth away, and caught my breath, while I wrapped a hand around the base of his thick shaft, my fingers barely reaching each other. I licked the tip like an ice cream cone before sliding my mouth back down, my hand and mouth moving in unison, up and down, up and down. Jameson’s hands clawed at the mattress as I moved faster.

“Jesus Christ, Olivia, I’m gonna come.” I sucked harder, pushing him over the edge as he came, hot spurts of liquid filling my mouth and throat. I didn’t stop, and his cock as I sucked the last drop of cum out of him.

I laid back on the bed next to Jameson and closed my eyes for a few minutes.

“That was the best blow job I’ve ever had,” he said, when his breathing returned to normal.

“I know,” I smirked without opening my eyes. Jameson laughed beside me.

I started to sit up, but he pushed me back down on the bed.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“What if I’m done with you?”

“I don’t really give a shit.” He held both of my wrists in one hand above my head and used the other to explore my body. “Now, for once, do what you’re told and hold still.” He released my hands and slid down my body. As I started to argue, his tongue swept over my clit, and my mind went blank. I sank back down into the mattress and let him have his way with me.

We fucked two more times before we collapsed on the bed, muscles spent, breathing ragged. Jameson was still in bed, when I retrieved my dress from the living room and went into the bathroom to clean up.

Once I was fully dressed, I tiptoed over to him. He was beautiful—his tanned, toned body stretched out naked on the bed. I left a business card with only my first name and email address on the nightstand, and left the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind me.

I found my shoes in the living room and took a few more minutes to admire the view before I turned and left. I smiled to myself as I got on the elevator. The night had turned out just the way I’d wanted. Jameson and his amazing cock had been exactly what I’d needed.