“I can’t believe you’re here,” Merritt says, taking me in his arms and pinning me down on the bed.

“I couldn’t help myself.”

“Is that why you were so cool when I said I couldn’t come?”

“Uh huh,” I tell him, because as we talked on the phone earlier, I was already booking my flight.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he tells me, pressing me hard into the mattress and kissing me. Holding on to the back of his head, I kick my shoes off and work my tongue against his.

He pulls back for a second; his eyes are glazed over and red. “Are you drunk?” I ask.

“Maybe a little,” he confesses and slides off me, pushing my dress up and fingering me.

“How was your meeting?” I ask, worried that he’s drunk and handling business.

“It sucked. My asshole of a dad showed up, and it really made me wonder why I even came here.” He’s no longer fingering me, just cupping my sex and I can tell that his brain is spinning.

“Let it go, baby. Don’t let him into your head. We’re together now, and you can focus on me all night long.”

He nods and kisses my neck. Taking him by the shoulders, I roll him onto his back. He lets me straddle him, his hands both resting on my thighs. Lifting my dress over my head, my tits spring free and his eyes get wide. “You flew without a bra and panties on?”

“Maybe. Does that turn you on?”

“A lot!”

Leaning down, I kiss his neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin, and he moves his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

Our bodies grind together, like a couple of high schoolers dry humping, and I make quick work of removing his pants. His hard cock makes me unbelievably wet, and I don’t waste a second before I settle down on it, my pussy clenching him as he pushes himself up inside me.

Knotting my fingers into my hair, I bounce with him, his balls hitting my ass with every thrust, he’s moving so fast, and then he stops. Looking down at him, he’s got that look—the one that says he wants more, needs more. Without a single word, I lift off of him. He spreads my cheeks wide, and I reach back, clenching his sloppy dick as I line it up with my ass.

Our bodies connect like a puzzle, he fits right inside of me. The feeling of fullness makes me want to come undone. Still holding my ass he pumps himself in and out of me, giving me every single inch that he is. My noises arc and my breathing is so quick that I won’t last much longer.

I fight to stay in control, but it’s too much. My insides quiver and the instant he really picks up speed, I come hard. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I chant, having an unbelievably intense orgasm. Each stream of his white is hot inside of me, and as he finishes, he flips me onto my back, ripping his shirt off as he pummels into me. One hand is splayed across my chest while his other holds one of my legs to the side.

He’s ruthless, fucking me harder than ever, my body scooting up the bed. I reach above me, pressing my fingers to the headboard to keep myself in place.

“You like being fucked hard?” he asks me in a deep, sexy tone.

“Yes.”

Our eyes are connected, locked on each other’s in a whirlwind of sex. With Merritt, there are no rules or boundaries, just each other’s rawest desires, and he brings so many desires out of me. Every single hidden fantasy that I have, I want to experience them all with him.

* * *

“Should we order room service?” I ask Merritt, as I dry off from our shower.

“If you want to, but we can also go out.”

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.” He walks up behind me, his large hands roaming my body as he rubs up and down it.

“We should go out,” I tell him, knowing if we stay in, all we’ll do is fuck, and as much as I love it, I need to be able to walk normally for my dad’s birthday Monday night.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he tells me, kissing my neck and then getting dressed himself.

“Thank you. Would you put this on me?” I ask handing him my bracelet he bought for me in Steamboat.

“Did you ever put a wish inside?”

“I did.”

“What’s it say?” he asks me curiously.

“I’m not telling you, or it won’t come true.”

He rolls his eyes at me and pretends to open the box. I smack his arm, and he acts like I have superhuman strength and actually hurt him. Giving him a hug, I kiss the spot I hit. But he tries to open my bracelet again.

“Fine, fine, I’ll tell you.”

“You will?”

“Yeah, ‘cause it’s already come true.”

“Then tell me.”

“I’m just joking.” I grin from ear to ear and grab my purse, waiting for Merritt at the door. He spanks me as he opens the door, and we wander down the hall hand in hand. He presses the down button on the elevator and says to me, “Have you ever fucked in an elevator?”

“No, you?”

“Nope, wanna try?”

I nod and raise my eyebrows to him. As the doors open, we go to step in, but someone exits and when I see the guy standing there, my world halts.

“Dad,” Merritt says, and I…What the fuck is going on? I have no clue how this is even fucking possible. Merritt’s dad doesn’t answer. Instead he’s staring at me, the same way he used to, the same look he gave me that made me fall for him in the first place.

“I didn’t know you had company, son.”

“Oh yeah, this is my girlfriend, Quinn. She flew in and surprised me. Quinn, this is my dad, Charles.” I swallow not sure how to respond, and he stretches out his hand in a friendly gesture as if he doesn’t know me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Quinn.”

As I shake his hand back, I’m stunned, sick to my stomach, and not sure what to do.