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But this man? He craves it.

He craves it all.

He offers me his hand, so I place mine in his, and a spark courses through me, taking my breath away. Glancing away from his startled eyes, I choose to ignore it and climb to my feet. My body shakes with a need only he can satiate, but I refuse to acknowledge it and the clear feeling of something more building between us. I turn away from him and head toward the bedroom; this is what I want and need from him.One night of passion, nothing more.

The moment I step inside the bedroom, the luxurious furnishings hit me, and my fingers brushing over the delicate silk sheets have nostalgia flooding my senses.

It’s been a long time since I slept in sheets like this, and for the first time in a long time, I feel the loss of such privilege.

“You can lose the bra now.” His deep, firm voice is laced in desire, and a wanton surge of need ravishes my veins at the sound.

When I lift my head to face him, I’m left stunned by his now-bare chest as he leans against the doorframe, watching me through hooded eyes. The man is a walking dream with bronzed skin and chiseled pecs; it’s clear he looks after himself.

My ass finds the edge of the bed, and as if someone is commanding my body, I continue with the feigned act of brazenness. I inch my legs open, exposing the slickness seeping from my core.

He licks his lips, and those heated emerald eyes of his flare like a predator surveying its prey.

I remove my bra, taking my time and loving the way his Adam’s apple bobs and slowly slides down his throat at my tits coming into view.

When I drop the bra to the floor, allowing my tits to bounce freely, he charges toward me and falls to his knees between my legs and buries his face in my chest. I begin to pant, and my fingers find his hair to anchor him to me.

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” With a grunt, he presses kisses over my breasts while kneading them with both hands, and his fingers graze over my nipples in a repetitive motion that has my toes curling. “So fucking soft and natural.” He sucks on my plump flesh, and the sting causes me to arch my spine.

When one hand leaves my nipple, I want to cry out in dispute, but he trails it down my thigh, and a shiver racks through me at his touch. Then he sweeps through the wetness at my center and strokes over my slick folds, and a guttural groan reverberating from his chest.

My eyes roll as he strums my aching bud, and my hips rise to meet his touch, desperate to feel the glory of his capabilities.

“Please,” I beg, and he hungrily sucks my nipple into his mouth and toys with the pebbled tip over and over.

A garbled noise leaves him while he maneuvers his hand to slide his fingers inside me. “Fuck, you’re tight, beautiful.”

I clasp his hair harder, pulling him into my breasts. “Oh god.”

He surges two thick fingers inside me. They pump in and out of my pussy, and I welcome the way he stretches me, wincing at the pleasurable bite of pain. “Please.” My body sparks with exhilaration. “Yes!”

“Fuck!” As he pulls back to watch me, my orgasm ricochets through me. My head falls back and my hips rock against his palm while his fingers fuck me, and my tits bounce from the impact of his movements. Every morsel of my body is now commanded by him, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I’m at his mercy, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

REED

Fuck me. She’s a masterpiece. A stunning, beautiful goddess put on this earth to make me question everything I thought I knew about myself.

If you’d have told me an hour ago that after my meeting went to shit, I would have the most beautiful, natural woman in the world in my bed allowing me to deliver her pleasure, I would have laughed in your face.

“Oh God, we don’t even know each other’s names!” She gasps and throws her head forward to face me, and her lips remain parted.

I chuckle at her assertion and the way she went from orgasming so epically to becoming concerned about niceties.

As I slide back on my heels to stare up at her, something tightens in my chest. I should tell her my real name; I know I should. Then she shakes her head. “It’s okay. No strings, right?” Why the fuck does the idea of no strings suddenly irk me?

Pushing off the edge of the bed, I stare down at the woman that in one night has made me question so many things already, and anger simmers through me. She pushes the loose dark strands of hair from her face and scans me. “You’re good with no strings, right?”

I bite back the need to tell her I’m not okay with it and smirk while shoving my hand into my pants pocket to take out my wallet. She watches on with narrowed eyes as I flick it open and pull out a strip of condoms. “More than all right with it.” I wink like an asshole, rip off a condom, and throw the remainder on the bed, loving the fact her gaze has never left mine.

The room is alive with desire, an intoxication of pleasure, and I intend to cement my memory deep inside her, making sure she never forgets a single minute of the man who fucked her senseless. The man who rocked her core.

She’s going to wish she knew my name, because I’m about to ruin her for all others.

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