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I scan over her again. Fuck me, that’s hot.

“Me too.”

Her green eyes roam over me before they come back to my face.

“Not family law,” I tack on.

She laughs, and I want to hear the sound again.

“Do you have a room here?” She tips her face toward the ceiling, and I nod like an idiot. “Good. I’ve had a truly shitty day, and I need to forget.” She sighs. Seems we’ve both had a shit day, and the implication is clear as day: she wants me to fuck her, and suddenly, my blood pumps wilder through my veins with a need to do just that.

Hell yes, I can do that. That’s one thing I’m damn good at; I have a skilled tongue, an impeccable set of fingers, and a cock made for gratification, and not just my own.

“I can do that.” I smirk back at her, not missing the way her chest rises, and her eyes flash with a touch of uncertainty. I should care about that small detail. But honestly? All I care about is getting my hands on the woman before me and making her night unforgettable, punishing that little body of hers for taunting me so blatantly. This woman who’s asked me to help her forget her day, like she’s helping me forget mine.

I lean into her to whisper into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget me.”

She shivers beneath me, and a burst of excitement flares through my body at her reaction.

Then her head turns until her lips almost touch mine. “Promises, promises.” She pulls back and gifts me a wink, causing my eyes to narrow at her confidence, and my lips to turn up into a knowing smile.

Game. Fucking. On.

Stepping back, I reach into my pocket and throw a wad of cash onto the bar. Then, without warning her, I grab her briefcase and purse from the floor and take hold of her hand, pulling her behind me. The palm of her small hand and the softness of her skin against mine have me eager to claim her, something I’ve never felt before in my entire life. Rather than explore those feelings, I knock them to the side and concentrate on the here and now. To give her a night she will never forget.

Anticipation floods me as we head toward the door. “I hope you’re ready for a night you’ll never forget, sweetheart. But be warned, I don’t do sweet and gentle.”

“I’m counting on it,” she quips back, adding to my delight.

The little minx is a tease. A very naughty tease, who’s about to learn one hell of a lesson.

Reed Johnson cannot be controlled, challenged, or manipulated by any woman.

GIA

As soon as the elevator doors close, he’s on me, spinning me to face the mirrors. Then he kicks my legs apart and pushes me forward, giving me no choice but to slam my hands onto the mirrored walls to stop me from falling.

The moment he stepped into the bar, I wanted to have sex with him. Handsome, sharp features make him look like a model who just walked off a runway. His dark hair has a kink to it, and I imagine it’s normally slicked back to perfection, but given the hostility radiating from him and the way his chest heaved, I knew he’d been pushing his hand through his hair, no doubt in agitation. Something I see happen a lot in my line of work.

I’ve been trained to read body language to enable me to do my job better, and his body language screamed pissed off. Glancing around the room, I noticed all the women eyeing him, and I knew if I wanted him tonight, I’d have to make a move, and fast. The women were like vultures, no doubt hanging around in the hopes of snagging a professional man, uncaring if he’s married or not.

“Are you single?” I pant out as self-loathing hits me in the chest at not asking before now.

“Of course,” he responds with confidence, and I relax. “I don’t do relationships.” If I were anyone else, that would be a red flag, but what he’s offering is precisely what I’m looking for.

“Me too,” I moan as his hard cock presses against my ass, his firm hands finding my hips.

“Fuck, you’re exquisite,” he whispers, and presses kisses down my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to accommodate him better. “Is there anything you won’t let me do to you?” he groans out, as if it pains him to ask. “Do you have any limits?”

His question shocks me speechless. Is there anything I don’t want him to do?

It’s been so long, I really don’t know.

He nips at my neck, then follows it up with a flick of his tongue. “Answer me.” His voice is deeper this time, dark and full of a commanding tone I find myself loving.

“N-n-n-no.”

“Mmm,” he muses, and licks a trail up my neck as he pushes his clothed cock into me again. “I want to devour you.” One hand leaves my hip and holds my jaw in place. The dominance behind the action has my pussy clenching with need. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Letting me destroy your little pussy while I play with you.”

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