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My gaze meets his in the mirror, and his green eyes are filled with smoldering lust, pupils blown wide, and the determination in them bores into me, making my breath hitch from the force of his stare.

God, I want him, maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, which is crazy.

This is a one-night stand, Gia, nothing more.

When his thumb grazes my bottom lip, my tongue flicks out, and I suck the tip into my mouth while our eyes remain locked.

A deep groan rumbles in his chest, and his body becomes rigid as he presses down on my tongue while it continues to thrash against his digit punishingly. I delight in the way his body reacts to mine, almost like he’s intoxicated with me, and the thought has wetness seeping between my legs.

I haven’t felt like this in a long time, if ever. Maybe that’s why the anticipation feels so heightened?

The elevator doors ping, and he detaches himself. My body sags with his loss, and he spins on his heel, clears his throat, and holds his hand out for me as if we both weren’t just lost in a sexual haze.

My cheeks flush with need as I slowly turn toward him, slipping my hand into his large one. His fingers tighten to entwine us, and I will him to never to let go.

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With every step I take toward the penthouse suite, more exhilaration rushes through me, and when I scan my hand over the screen to access the hotel room, I practically sigh in relief at being able to step inside with her.

The way she held my attention in the elevator was profound. I’ve never felt so aroused in my entire life, and I’m ashamed to admit I came close to coming when she sucked my thumb into her mouth and played with it like she will my cock. I clear my throat to keep from spiraling. “Would you like a drink?” The door clicks shut behind us, and she lets go of my hand. I grind my teeth, the loss of her touch irking me, and having that reaction is somewhat disconcerting.

I never show affection and pride myself on the fact I have none to give, nor do I wish to receive it.

After unscrewing the cap on the whiskey, I pour myself a generous measure and lean back against the bar to give her my attention.

“No. I’d prefer to drink you down, though.” She beams.

Jesus, this woman is going to be the death of me. I can feel it.

My cock has already soaked my boxers, thanks to her teasing me in the elevator. I was seconds away from coming like a teenager, and I want nothing more than to punish her for it. I watch transfixed as her fingers slowly unbutton her blouse, exposing her full tits. She slips the material from her shoulders and onto the floor, rooting me to the spot, and my eyes lock onto the white lace holding her generous assets in place.

She moves onto her skirt, unzipping it at the back, and it drops to the floor. Her panties are on full display, and I clench my fists as I try but fail to see if her pussy is bare beneath the scrap of lace.

Her figure is fuller than my usual conquests, but much more enticing. So much so, my mouth waters. I want to kiss every inch of her. I want to suck her skin into my mouth and mark it with my own personal branding.

“Are you going to get undressed?” Her hands move behind her, as if to unlatch her bra, and I hold my hand up to stop her.

“Leave it on.” She narrows her eyes, so I explain. “I won’t be able to contain myself if they’re real.”

She chokes on a giggle, then shakes her head as a smile plays on her lips. “I’ll leave it on, then.”

Fuck me. I’m done for.

My eyes flare with a desire so profound I get lightheaded and have to clutch the counter to stabilize myself. I don’t feel like myself anymore. It’s like she’s taken over my body and mind.

What the hell is happening to me?

“Shall I lose the panties? Or are you not going to be able to contain yourself?” Her lip twitches, and I fucking adore her playfulness. It’s refreshing, despite wanting to mark her ass for tormenting me.

“Do it,” I grunt out, and she shuffles the thin fabric down her luscious hips and over her heels, somehow maintaining a look of grace as she does. Then she dangles them from her finger.

“Now what?” She crooks an eyebrow at me.

“Now you’re going to crawl to me and bring me those panties.” I smirk and sip from my glass to act nonchalant, despite my heart racing so fast the lightheadedness from before is increasing.

She licks her lips as if contemplating my words, and for a split second, I think she won’t comply.

When she lowers herself to the floor, my balls almost combust. Then she crawls toward me, each movement bouncing her glorious tits, and I bite back the groan itching to escape me. Instead, I empty my drink and place the glass on the counter. Her heavy tits swell over her bra, and I will myself to remain standing to watch the show she’s putting on, but in my mind, I’m throwing her over my shoulder and marching us both to my bed. I ball my hands into fists so tight my knuckles ache. Her green eyes are hooded as she comes to a stop at my feet, looking up at me from beneath her thick lashes like I hung the moon and the stars.

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