Shay woke up on her stomach with a tickling sensation at the low of her back. She frowned, her eyes still closed, and wriggled in an attempt to make it stop.

“It’s already past lunch time, gorgeous.”

She moaned, tilting her head to the deep, smooth voice, and opened one eye a crack. Beside her was the rough-stubbled face of the sexiest man alive.

“Go away,” she groaned and slammed the pillow over her head. Sexy as sin or not, nobody got away with waking her. It was bad enough on a night she’d slept soundly, but last night, or the early hours of today, it had been a constant struggle to stop her mind from churning.

“You sure you don’t want to wake up?”

He smoothed his hand over her ass, delving between her crack to the heat of her pussy. He stroked her to life with two greedy fingers, making her wet within moments, tearing needy whimpers from her throat.

“Leo.”

“Yeah.” He pulled the sheet off her in a flourish and then the heavy weight of his body moved over hers. “You still want to go back to sleep?”

He ground his erection into her ass, the tip of his rubber-covered shaft teasing her until she had to bite the sheets to stop herself from moaning. His hips undulated, his cock inching lower, sinking to the place her body craved him to be. Then he was at her entrance, rubbing himself along her slit, sliding through her arousal.

“Your body may be asleep, but your pussy definitely isn’t,” he drawled with a chuckle.

She threw her pillow away and bucked, trying to get his self-righteous ass off her. “Don’t be a jerk.”

His weight became heavier against her back, the almost silent sound of his breathing brushing her ear. “Tell me to stop and I will. But I’ll never apologize for craving your body.”

Her heart fluttered as he stilled.

“Want me to get off, Shay?”

Her name on his lips was the most alluring sound she’d ever heard. It brought a smile to her mouth and a tingling throb to her muscles. “No.” She tilted her ass so his cock head penetrated. Never.

He surged forward in a deep thrust, stealing her breath and replacing it with ecstasy. Her body welcomed him, squeezing around his length as he began to leisurely thrust.

“I’ve been watching you for hours,” he murmured into her neck, blazing a trail of kisses along her shoulder.

She moaned, enjoying the delicious friction of skin against skin. His mouth hot and biting, his undulations smooth and languorous. “I was dreaming about you.”

“Hmm? What was I doing?”

Shay closed her eyes, playing back the scene in her mind. They’d been at the club. Downstairs. In the darkened corner of one of the rooms. She was seated between Leo’s thighs, her back to his chest, her hands on the hard muscle above his knees, while his fingers worked their way into her jeans and under the waistband of her panties.

They were watching a couple on the bed in the center of the room. The man was buff, blond, his face shadowed in the darkness while he fed his cock into an eager woman’s mouth. Their movements were like a dance, melodic, hypnotizing and dream-time-Shay couldn’t contain the slick arousal saturating Leo’s fingers.

Now she wondered if watching another couple would be equally enjoyable in real life. Were her boundaries that easy to break?

“We were at work.”

“In the storeroom? Being with you in there has haunted me for months. It killed me to walk away.”

And to continue walking. She wanted to add. He’d never come back, not emotionally, not until last night anyway.

“No. We were at Vault of Sin. Watching.”

She squeezed her muscles around his shaft and his answering groan sent a shiver down her spine.

“Please tell me you liked it.”

Shay stopped, taking a moment to let the seriousness of his plea sink in. The club was a part of him. A place he would feel incomplete without. Even if he was willing to step away, even temporarily, it wouldn’t change the fact he still yearned to go there.

Slowly, she nodded. “Yes. It was hot as hell.”

He climbed off her, grabbed her hip and flipped her onto her back. She stared wide-eyed as he moved over her again, this time resting against her belly, his gaze narrowing on hers while his cock found its home. He entered her with care, gradually penetrating, letting every inch of him fill her while he watched the pleasure take hold. “What does that mean?”

Her focus waivered as he lowered his lips to her nipple and sucked the hardening peak into his mouth. Tingles ricocheted through her body, and she circled his hips with her thighs, needing more.

“I don’t know,” she murmured. “I think my subconscious is willing to see what happens.”

He raised a brow, acknowledging the enormity of her statement. Instead of voicing the happiness she could see curving his lips, he merely moved to the other nipple to pay homage.

“I guess my subconscious is a dirty little whore,” she added, slightly flustered by the ferocity in his eyes.

He chuckled and his puffed breaths brushed the sensitive skin of her breast. “Enjoying sex doesn’t make you a whore.” He thrust inside her, drawing a cry from her throat. “Watching others play doesn’t make you dirty.” His hips plunged harder. “I promise you, Shay, you’ll never be left wanting if you’re with me.”

This time, his cock made her scream in delight.

Leo leaned in, stroking her lips apart with his tongue. “Just give me a chance.”

She nodded, undone by his sincerity, captured by his raw plea. “I’ll try,” she whispered, raising her hips to meet his next slide home.

He burned her with his kiss, smashing his mouth against her with the same ferocity as his hips pounded. He drove her wild, he made her crazy, and all the while she could feel herself slipping more in love with him. With matched aggression, she clenched her thighs around him and dug her nails into the skin of his back.

“Wait.” She broke their kiss, not wanting to come yet. Her pussy was already pulsing in anticipation, her limbs taut. She extended her neck, gasping for air. But he didn’t quit, didn’t stop thrusting into her, driving her pleasure higher. “I said stop. I don’t want to come yet.”

“You’ve got no say in the matter.” He scraped his teeth up her neck. “I want to feel your pussy milking me. I want to see those pretty brown eyes roll back as you come undone.”

“Leo,” she warned, nudging closer and closer to the precipice with each undulation. Next Saturday was likely to break them, so she had to make now last forever.

“Fall apart for me, Shay.”

His whisper against her ear was too much. She complied, her breathing coming in hard gasps as she tightened around his cock and rode the wave of orgasm. She drowned in the bliss, her hips continually reaching up to meet his thrusts until Leo swore and followed after her.

His lips continued to love her, his hands adoring with their gentle glide across her skin. As his movements came to a halt, her eyelids became droopy and she groaned with the need for sleep.

“You do wonders for a guy’s self-esteem,” he chuckled, sliding from her body.

“I try my best.” She stretched, loving the delicious aches his lovemaking had left in her muscles.

The mattress dipped as he stood and strode for the bathroom, returning moments later with the smile she adored.

“Can I make you breakfast?” He waggled a brow. “Naked?”

She laughed, overcome by the dreamy warmth overtaking her chest. For too long, she’d been one of those women who’d believed men weren’t a necessity in a strong woman’s life. She was relatively successful. She paid her own bills. And her body would never be left unsatisfied with the big box of toys under her bed. But something about the way he looked at her made her feel empowered. His smile increased her confidence. His touch made her invincible. “I only have cereal.”

“If you don’t mind me driving your car, I can go pick something up.”

“Naked?”

His smile widened. “Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s an option.”

“Ahh, so you do have limits.”

His humor gently faded. “I have many limits, Shay.”

The quick slide into thoughts of Vault of Sin made the warmth inside her vanish. “Cereal it is.” She climbed from the bed, and strode her naked ass to the walk-in closet, returning seconds later with a thin silk dressing gown.

“That’s not going to happen.” Leo eyed her clothing and crossed his arms over his chest. “Take it off.”

Annoyance, or was that anticipation, shot up her spine. She raised a brow, coming to stand in front of him. “Is this where any normal woman would whimper and obey?”

His lip curled, predatory and too damn sexy for her to ignore. “This is where you take that off or I’ll do it for you.”

Her nipples hardened, already yearning for more of his touch. She grinned, shrugged and then made a move to walk around him, because that’s what stubborn women do.

In a flash, she was spun back around. In seconds, rough hands stripped her naked. Then, in a few erratic beats of her heart, the sash was yanked from her dressing gown and Leo grabbed her, tying her hands behind her back.

She stood, shocked and silent in her hallway, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“Thank you,” he taunted. “I actually enjoy doing things the hard way.”

By the look of his growing erection, he wasn’t lying. “Point taken. You can untie me now.” She tried to purr, to be the seductive princess who would woo him with her charm, but he didn’t succumb. Instead, he grinned the sly, arrogant grin that annoyed her and made her melt all at once.

“Nice try.” He strode forward, grabbed the tie at her joined wrists and guided her forward. “It’s time for breakfast.”