I open the door to my apartment in a daze, unable to believe exactly how this day turned out. I’ve been with Jace for over thirteen hours, but instead of being tired of his company, I don’t want it to end.

I want him in my bed with a ferocity that is almost frightening.

It’s not that I’ve never lusted after guys before, of course I have. I’ve had great dates. Good sex. Enjoyable company.

There’s something different about this.

Something I can’t put my finger on and can’t explain.

I’m a factual person. I like evidence. So being unable to articulate the emotions he evokes in me is disconcerting. But I want him too much to care.

I turn and face him.

We stare at each other.

He puts his hand on the doorframe and leans into me, brushing his mouth against mine with the barest of touches. “Fleur?”

“Yes.” My breath catches.

“This is the best day I’ve had in as long as I can remember.”

Pleasure at his words blooms low in my belly, heating other places inside me in their wake. “Me too.”

“I want to come inside.” He steps closer. “I’m not feeling at all civilized.”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

He twines his hands around my neck. “But I’m going to leave you here and go home.”

No!

I reach up and curl my fingers into his shirt. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know.”

His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and capturing me. The way he kisses… I can’t explain it…it’s like he wants to devour me.

Eat me up.

He kisses like he’s never tasted anything quite like me before.

And I know I’ve never tasted anything quite like him.

Lust and desire, shimmering hot and bright all day, threatens to take control and I’m ready to lose myself in it. I surrender to the kiss, to him. Throwing everything I have into it.

It goes on and on.

Our breathing coming fast.

Our mouths hungry.

Hips arching.

Our lips part.

Our heads angle.

When we meet again we’re deeper.

Closer.

Fused.

His hand slides down my body, and I shift when his fingers curl into the waistband of my pants. With rushed, hurried fingers he slides inside and down into my panties.

I part my legs, hooking one knee onto his lean hip, thrusting when his fingers stroke over my clit.

When he finds my wetness, he growls and his fingers glide over my swollen, aching flesh.

I rock, and after being on edge all day, the first hint of an orgasm sparks across my skin.

He pushes inside, lifts his lips and whispers, “You have a hungry cunt.”

The words shock me. I’ve never had a man say anything so vulgar and filthy before.

I…might like it. From his lips it sounds different, not crass, but feral and hot.

“Yes.” My head falls back against the doorframe as his fingers pump, then he circles my clit.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.” He bites my neck. “This tight little pussy is going to feel like heaven on my cock.”

He’s like magic.

As the climax threatens, I cry out. I’m so close. So very close. Just a little bit more. It starts, builds right to the edge.

And he pulls away.

I chase his fingers, gripping his wrist and attempting to hold him where I need him the most, writhing against his hand.

He laughs, low and wicked, and pulls away, stepping back and dragging his hand through his hair.

The scent of sex is ripe in the space between us.

“What are you doing?” My voice sounds as desperate as I feel. I tilt my hips in the air. “Don’t stop.”

He’s breathing hard, and he shakes his head a little before he appears to compose himself. He smiles. “Thank you for today, this evening. Everything.”

I glare at him. “You’re really leaving?”

“I am.” He runs a hand through his hair again. “I’m a fucking idiot, but I am.”

“Why?” My voice is a plaintive whine.

He shrugs. “I want you to work for it.”

“You what?” White-hot indignation mixes a powerful cocktail with the lust burning through me.

He smirks. “Was I unclear?”

“Are you trying to infuriate me?”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” He grasps my jaw in his hand and kisses me. “I’ll see you soon, Fleur.”

And with that he turns and walks away, leaving me standing there with my mouth agape.

I yell at his retreating form. “I never want to see you again as long as I live!”

He laughs and waves. “Very soon.”

Oh my god, that bastard.

He’s going to pay for this. I’ll make sure of it.

---

I’m working my way through case files the following day but I’m not going to deny it’s a challenge. Jace is distracting me.

What a shocker. Not.

My mind is half on my work, but I have periods of time where I drift off, staring into space as I recall every second of the day before.

After he’d left, I’d stormed into my apartment, cursing him. But I can’t pretend, his departure did nothing to dispel the fire. When I’d finally settled down and went to bed, I’d tossed and turned. Frustrated, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction by having an orgasm. A few times my fingers had found themselves needy on my clit. Working myself over as I recalled his filthy words and talented hands. But just when I’d start to go over, I’d stop, vowing I refused to fall for his game.

Of course, it made everything worse, and it wasn’t as if he’d know. When I saw him, and I was certain I would see him, he’d hardly dare to ask me.

But in the stubborn end, I denied myself to spite him. Which is ridiculous.

My phone beeps. I look down and my heart starts to pound in my chest. It’s a text from him. We’d exchanged numbers last night, but I had no intention of calling him or texting him first. After all my frantic thoughts, his ears must have been burning.

I open my screen and click on the message. What are you doing?

A smile, so wide it practically hurts, forms on my lips. For about thirty seconds I pretend I’m not going to answer him for at least an hour, only to cave five seconds later. Not talking to you.

When my phone beeps, I about jump out of my chair with excitement. You sure, ’cause I just got off work and I want to lick your pussy.

Oh. My. God. My blood rushes through my veins. The gall, as if I’d let you.

Suit yourself.

I grit my teeth. Fine, I will.

But, just in case, are you working?

This time I don’t give a nonanswer. Yes

The cell goes off. Want to meet me at DryHop Brewers in about an hour?

I’m not going to pretend I don’t want to see him, but I can still play it a little cool. Okay.

Good.

A second later, another beep. Oh…and Fleur?

Another ding. I hope you’re wearing a skirt. I have the most vivid image of going down on you in public.

Good god, he’s dirty. It’s unexpected. He’s clean cut, and he’s a doctor, his mouth is supposed to be pure. Nearly hyperventilating, I look down at my jeans and T-shirt then type back, That’s never going to happen.

See you in an hour, red.

I shoot him back the middle finger emoji, then glance at the clock.

Yeah, no more work today.

---

After I showered and changed, I’d gone to the brewery where I’m meeting Fleur a little early to scope out spots I could use to fulfill my fantasies.

I think I’m fucking addicted to her.

As soon as I’d woken up this morning I’d known I was going to try and see her today. I’d been preoccupied with seeing her. Tasting her. Touching her. My plan had backfired because if she burned, I burned too. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt insatiable over a woman.

I’d been attached, infatuated, and in lust with plenty of women. After all, I like women, respect them in both their softness and their strength. I have a healthy appreciation for females, but I’m not a player. The women I take to bed, I do so because we’re dating.

But it feels different with Fleur. Something about her just gets to me. Makes me crazy and stimulated and engaged.

I glance down the street and see her coming my way.

My heart skips a beat, my throat goes dry, and I have to keep myself rooted in my spot instead of running like a lunatic and sweeping her up.

Her hair is down, a bit windswept and gorgeous.

She’s wearing a tight, V-necked black sweater, short black skirt, and on her endless legs, are black over-the-knee tights that reveal the creamy skin of her upper thighs. The outfit is completed with a pair of matching boots. She’s so beautiful I’m surprised cars aren’t crashing into each other as she passes.

That special excitement she evokes in me races through my blood, clouding my brain and my judgment.

When she reaches me I give her a long once over. “Someone wants her pussy licked.”

I swear I’m not normally this cocky, but she brings it out in me.

She gasps before her brows slam down. “I most certainly do not!”

“Liar.”

She puts her hands on her hips. “You egotistical maniac. Why would you even think that?”

I raise a brow. “You went home and changed into a skirt.” I wave a hand over her. “And tights that don’t hinder my access.”

A faint flush rises up her neck and I know my instincts are correct. That’s exactly what she did, and it pleases me more than I care to admit. She bites her lip before her expression turns sassy. “How do you know I didn’t wear this to the office?”

I grip a handful of her sweater, pulling her close. “Because I know.”

I kiss her. And it’s like a bomb goes off because we’re fighting to get closer, plastered together, practically fighting as we go at it like we’re each other’s salvation.

In the past forty-eight hours I’ve given new definition to the meaning of public displays of affection, kissing her with no reservations in the middle of the Chicago streets whenever I damn well feel like it.

I like it. How she makes me lose my normal reserve. Maybe I’d underestimated going a little crazy.

I need to touch her. Not later, now. Panting, I tear away, grab her hand and lead her down a corridor between two buildings. When we’re far back from the street, but still far enough away from the alley, I push her against the wall and take her mouth.

It’s still possible for someone to see us, if they look down here, but I don’t care. That’s how much I want her.

As our lips dance a frantic rhythm, our hands are everywhere.

I growl low in my throat, and with rough hands, work my way under her skirt.

She arches, and then makes a frustrated sound before she pushes me away.

Surprised, I’m confused for a moment. I blink down, and while her body might not be telling me to stop, I do.

Mouth swollen, she meets my gaze and her blue eyes are practically electric. Her hands fall to my chest. She pushes me away again.

Stepping back, I drag my hand through my hair and smile. “Not the right time? Or are you just not up for something public?”

She doesn’t speak, just gives me the most wicked grin I’ve ever seen, before she crouches down and grabs my belt. She doesn’t go to her knees, but instead balances on her heels as she peers up at me.

I lean back against the wall, fisting her hair in my hand. “Fleur.”

I mean to tell her to stop, but she licks her lips, slow and seductive, and I lose track of my train of thought. I shake my head to clear it, so I can form a coherent sentence, but then her fingers are on my buckle, and she’s working the clasp.

“What?” I manage to sputter out.

But she still doesn’t speak, she’s too busy unzipping my jeans, and then my hard cock is in her hands, her fingers cool from the night air on my overheated skin.

“Christ.” My head falls back against the brick wall.

Grip so tight I see stars, she strokes me and I think I’ve never felt anything as good as her hand until her tongue licks me, sliding across the tip.

I groan, closing my eyes as she guides me into her mouth, and I about to lose my fucking mind. It’s a struggle but I manage to open my eyes because I want to see the way she looks on my cock.

Her mouth. Her goddamn mouth. Sliding over me, my skin glistening from her. I can barely think. I’m transfixed by the sight of this woman taking me.

My grip on her hair tightens. I thrust, meeting her with much more force than I should.

When she gags, I can’t deny, it only makes me harder.

The cords in my neck strain, all my muscles coil tight as an orgasm I’ve staved off for days barrels in on me. Her mouth, slick and hot and tight around me, moves faster and faster.

The base of my spine tingles, and I call out her name.

And then her mouth is gone, taking away all that wet heat.

I jerk my attention to where she’s at my feet smiling up at me. I press my hips up. “Fleur.”

Slowly, seductively, she rises to a standing position.

I release my grip on her hair, my hands falling to her hips.

She puts her palm on my cheek, and smirks at me. “I want you to work for it.” Then she pats me, turns and walks down the narrow corridor.

I’m so surprised I can only stare after her. Finally, my brain kicks into high gear and I laugh, shaking my head. Has there ever been a woman this fun before?

Maybe some guys would be irritated, and I’m not going to pretend I don’t want to come like it’s my next breath, but I’m nothing but amused by her turning my antics back on me. We both know it’s just a matter of time because there’s no way we’re not sleeping together. But I can be patient, and apparently so can she.

It would be a shame to ruin the game so soon.

I zip up over my impossibly hard cock and call after her, “Brat.”

She glances over one shoulder and my breath catches because I’ve never seen a woman look so gorgeous. “Payback.”

It’s official. I fucking adore her.