If Margaux could see me now, she’d kill me.

For some reason, that’s the thought running through my mind as Luke unlocks the door to his penthouse.

I’m at a strange man’s house — after accepting a ride in that same strange man’s car — and no one in the entire world knows where I am.

Yup, that’s grounds for a BFF-lashing if there ever was.

But nothing about this feels strange. It feels right. And all the glances I snuck at Luke in the SUV, taking in his handsome profile as he drove us towards his place, just made my anticipation grow.

Now he’s looking down at me, a slow smile spreading across his face, and my anticipation grows even more.

“You’re not a serial killer, right?” I ask, as he lets the door to his apartment swing closed behind us. “I mean, I just have to be sure.”

He grins. “No. A lady killer, maybe, but not a serial killer.”

I laugh. “A lady killer? Really?”

“Hey, I got you here didn’t I?”

I pretend to consider this as he takes a couple of steps towards me. “That’s true,” I allow. “But I guess the real question is what are you going to do with me now that I’m here?”

Luke’s grin deepens and he comes even closer, closing the distance between us.

“Well,” he says, running his thumb along over my jaw. “I was thinking I might start here.”

He leans in then and lets his lips graze against mine. It feels exactly how I thought it would — maybe better. His lips are soft, but his kiss is firm. I let myself melt into him but just as the kiss feels like it’s about to deepen, he pulls away.

“That’s a good place to start,” I say, a little breathlessly.

“Good, because then I thought we might move on to this.” He leans his head down and this time he’s grazing his lips along the soft skin of my cleavage. My back arches involuntarily as he runs his tongue along the space between my breasts. Earlier I’d been regretting wearing such a low-cut dress but now I’m really damn thankful I did.

“Hmm, that also seems like a good idea,” I say, as Luke chuckles. “But what could possibly come after that?”

My skin is already speckled in goosebumps, but when Luke gently lifts the skirt of my dress, all my skin seems to go tight and tingly.

“Maybe a little of this,” he says, hoarsely. He lets his hand trail down over my hip and then over my mound, before running two fingers along my lace-covered slit.

I shiver at his touch, even as he continues his stroking. I know he can tell how wet I am, because I feel like I’m gushing all over his hand, but all I want is more of his touch.

I almost groan when he takes his hand away.

“Well?” he prods.

“Well what?” My voice comes out in a pant.

“What do you think of that plan?”

I giggle, slightly deliriously. “I think those are very acceptable terms.”

“Good,” he says, satisfied. “Because otherwise I’d have to do some very unacceptable things to you.”

“Oh?” I grin, suddenly feeling very wicked. “Like what?”

“Like this.”

Without warning, he scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. I can’t help the shriek that escapes my lips. I don’t think I’ve ever let a guy pick me up like that before — Irish potato-eating genes and all that — but Luke lifts me like I’m nothing more than a toddler.

I laugh breathlessly as he carries me through the apartment. But my laughing stops when he throws me down on the bed. Because suddenly all I can think about is this gorgeous man standing in front of me and the fact that I’m going to get to fuck him.

I swallow as Luke stands there. He just watches me for a minute, and there’s something in his face that I can’t quite identify. But before I can dwell on it, his usual grin is back. He crawls onto the bed until he’s straddling me, locking me in place between his muscular thighs. All I can do is look up at him, at his dark eyes that bore intently into me, at the way his jaw is set in determination.

He slowly removes the suit jacket he’s wearing, and then reaches up and unknots his tie, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. Then his fingers move nimbly over the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one at a time until I can finally glimpse his chest. When he lets the shirt slide off his shoulders, I suck in my breath. His chest is even more epic than I imagined — all hard round pecs and neatly stacked abs, the kind that look like they’re sculpted out of clay instead of muscle.

When his chest is bare, he finally leans forward to kiss me again. I’m desperate for it now, and I kiss him with a passion I didn’t even know I was capable of. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a virtual stranger, or the fact that this is my first time letting loose since I’ve been back in Chicago, but everything about Luke and this moment makes me want to go wild, makes me want to forget my own name and just lose myself in what he’s offering me.

So I do.

I kiss him like he’s breath, like he’s water, like he’s life. My arms snake around his neck, pulling him to me, and letting his mouth crush mine. When his tongue slips past my lips, I open to him, letting him have everything. My hands are roaming his naked back, feeling the muscles splayed out under my finger tips, and I lock my ankles around his thighs so that I can pull him closer to me.

Luke groans and grinds against me and I can feel his erection, stiff and hard, even through the fabric of his pants and my dress. I slip one hand in between our bodies and rub my palm against his bulge. It’s big — really big. I can’t wait to feel it, to feel him, inside of me.

Luke runs his hands through my hair, and I lift my head enough that he can undo the clip that’s in my hair. My red waves spill out over the pillow and Luke groans again as he moves down to kiss the hollow of my neck. The stubble on his jaw is scratchy against my soft skin, but it only makes me tingle more. I wonder how his stubble would feel scratching against my stomach? Against the inside of my thigh?

The thought makes my pussy ache and I let out a soft mewl, making Luke pause.

“Are you okay?” he asks. His voice is hoarse, and I can tell how much it pains him to stop.

I nod. “I’m amazing,” I tell him.

His face smooths into a grin. “I’ll say. Though you’d be even more amazing if you were naked.”

“Hmm,” I say, pretending to consider the idea. “I suppose that could be arranged.”

Luke helps me into a sitting position and then leans behind me to undo the zipper. I push the skirt up over my hips and then lift my arms as he tugs the whole thing up over my head.

Although I had been very caught up in the moment, now, without my dress, sitting here on his bed in just my bra and panties, I suddenly feel self-conscious. Especially sitting down like this, my stomach is forming some not very favorable rolls, and my thick white thighs are on full display.

I’d gone into fashion because clothes were my comfort zone, the place I felt comfortable and most like the me I wanted to be. Being naked — especially in front of a man like Luke, who clearly has his pick of women, is extremely out of my comfort zone.

I try to reach for the sheet but the bed is still neatly made, if a bit rumpled now. But when I look up at Luke my worries start to melt away. He’s looking at me with something that seems startlingly close to … adoration?

I cross my hands over my stomach but he grabs my wrists and moves them away.

“Don’t,” he says. His voice is soft and free from the quick wit of earlier. “Take off your bra.”

My body moves on its own, as if it has no choice but to obey. I reach up and unclasp the bra and let it fall away, until my breasts have spilled forward. They’re big enough that they have a noticeable droop to them without the bra, but when I look at Luke, his face shows only lust. He licks his lips.

“The panties too,” he says. His voice is thick with desire, and it spurs me on. I reach down to my hips and push the black lace underwear down, lifting my ass just enough to get them off. He helps me tug them down over my knees and then tosses them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes.

He pushes me back down on the bed and then straddles me again, this time closing his knees around mine. He gazes down at my body and there’s nothing in his expression but pure unbridled lust.

“God, you are really fucking beautiful, you know that?”

A smile spreads across my face. “It’s not fair that you get to look at me and I don’t get to look at you,” I say. I pretend to pout and he chuckles, deep and low in his throat.

“Then let’s fix that.”

He reaches for his belt, and undoes it as slowly and agonizingly as he had untied his tie earlier. When his belt is off he undoes the button on his pants and then the zipper, and then he pushes everything down off his hips.

I gasp when his cock springs free, lunging towards me. It’s thick and huge and rock hard, the purple head almost pulsing with excitement. I lick my lips and Luke laughs.

“Like what you see?”

I can only nod.

“So I guess the question becomes … do you want my mouth on your pussy first, or do you want my cock?”

“I think that’s what they call Sophie’s Choice,” I breathe and Luke laughs.

“Funny girl,” he says. “In that case, I’ll choose for you.”

He spreads my legs and kneels between them. He watches me for a second, looking from my face down to my slick pussy. I feel another wave of self-consciousness, but then Luke leans forward and plants a soft kiss right on my clit.

A squeak escapes my lips and I laugh nervously. I’ve never let anyone but my last boyfriend go down on me, and I’ve definitely never done it on a one-night stand before, but there’s something about Luke’s charm and intensity that just makes me want to let him take charge. To give myself over to him.

Luke grips my thighs and spreads them wider. His tongue darts out and circles my clit and then he’s nibbling at my lips and licking the smooth line between. He licks and tastes everything, as if he’s trying to get as much of my sweet excitement as he can, as if he would drink me down if he could. His tongue is like magic between my legs, better than any vibrator I’ve ever tried, and in just a matter of minutes I can feel myself cruising towards the ultimate peak.

“Oh, God, Luke,” I say. I grab his thick dark hair and pull him closer to my core.

He chuckles and the vibrations rock me even closer to the precipice. Just as I’m about to crest over the edge, he sucks my clit between his lips. There’s just enough suction and pressure that it pushes me right over the edge. I tighten my grip in his hair as my hips buck up towards his face, my legs kicking straight out in front of me like I’m being electrocuted.

“Oh, God, Luke!” The words come out as barely more than a distorted scream, but they seem to please him anyway. His tongue keeps working my core until my hips stop rocking and my body is just a puddle of bliss on his crisp white duvet.

“I think I chose well,” Luke says, climbing up over my body. I pull him in for a kiss. I can taste my juices spread across his lips, but instead of being embarrassed, the thought actually turns me on. His enthusiasm is damn sexy.

“You chose very well,” I murmur, threading my hands through his hair. “But is it greedy of me to say I want the other option too?”

He grins.

“Not at all. In fact, I was hoping you would say that.” He reaches over into the nightstand and pulls out a foil packet. He slides the condom on with a practiced hand, and then I can feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my pussy lips as he holds himself over me. I shiver in anticipation. I can’t wait to feel him filling me, stretching me.

It seems Luke can’t wait either, because suddenly he’s nudging his hard cock up against my entrance.

“Yes,” I whisper, aching for the full length of him.

He pushes past my entrance and then slides in slowly. His cock is huge, and there’s an initial burst of pain until my walls open for him, and then the only thing I can feel is an exquisite stretching, a fullness. I arch my head back and use my muscles to pull him even deeper inside me.

For a moment he doesn’t move. I bring my head back up and find him staring at me. His eyes are hooded and lust-filled, but there’s something else there too. Something I can’t quite read but that makes me shiver, all the way down to my toes.

A slow smile spreads across his face and then he’s moving his hips, thrusting in and out of me. It feels good — beyond good, really. Like something out of a dream. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to me, and he shortens and quickens his thrusts until he’s really hammering me.

My whole body is thrumming with pleasure, responding to his touch the way water ripples around a stone. I scratch my fingers over his shoulder blades and he groans.

His eyes meet mine and for a second I completely lose myself in them. His eyes are such a deep brown that they almost seem black, and I think for a delirious second that I could just fall into them and keep on falling, forever and ever and ever. I take my hand and trail my fingers over his hard jaw, and then his cheekbone, and his eyes never leave mine.

“Come with me, Bree,” he says. His voice is hoarse but it’s better than mine, which doesn’t even seem to work anymore. Instead I just nod and let go.

The second orgasm comes on just as quick as the first, picking me up like a leaf in the wind and carrying me away. I clench my pussy around Luke, trying to hold him inside me, wanting to feel the full length of him filling me up as I climax around him. His face contorts, and I can tell that the sensations are too much for him. He groans as he lets go, pistoning his hips against me, driving his cock as deep as it can possibly go as I clench around him.

When we both finally stop shaking, Luke collapses down on top of me. We both lie there for a moment, trying to catch our respective breath.

Has anyone ever come like that on a one-night stand? Should we be contacting the Guinness Book of World Records?

Luke looks as awestruck as I feel. He blinks a few times before leaning over and pressing his lips to mine again. It starts off gentle and sweet but quickly heats up, and soon I can feel his cock starting to harden between us again.

“I hope you don’t have anywhere else to be tonight,” he growls against my neck.

I smile. “Just a mime party I was going to go to later, but … I think I can skip it.”

Luke nips playfully at my jaw, and then everything that comes after is a blur of heat, of sweat, of skin against skin, of the kind of shattering pleasure that most certainly belongs in the record books.