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Chapter One

Mila

“Oh, God,” I groaned, burying my hands in my hair. “Get your shit together, would you?”

My phone buzzed again. I didn’t have to look to know it was Bridget checking up on me for the third time in ten minutes. She was nervous, I got that. Things with her dead-beat dad were make-or-break, and this dinner would be the first time she brought him into her life for real. But she was the one who chose Arden, a Michelin star restaurant in the Grove, of all places. It wasn’t like I could just slap on a pair of jeans and rush out.

“You know that’s not the reason, Mila,” I muttered under my breath.

Hair up or down? My shoulders slumped under the weight of the impossible question. I turned to the full-length mirror in my bedroom and tugged at my dress. The cool, gray silk clung to me in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination. I could thank my vacation for the killer tan that made the scooped neckline really pop.

My vacation. I froze and waited for the onslaught of the breakup that led me there to take over. My ex’s face as he pleaded with me to give him another chance. The absence of his face after I slammed the door.

But that didn’t happen. My reflection swam in front of me, beckoning a different image altogether. A memory of strong hands on my thighs, lifting the very silk I was wearing…

I shook my head to chase it back. Goddamn Bridget and her dad. A firefighter, just like the one I’d met on my last night in Vegas. My night with the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on. If he were to feature in one of those calendars they do—beefy firemen for charity—the thing would burst into flames for sure.

And did I pick out this dress because I couldn’t get him off my mind? Yes. But was I about to let the best sex of my life totally derail me?

I fell back onto my bed in a hopeless heap.

Because, also yes.

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We stumble into my hotel room in a flurry of hot kisses and groping hands, neither of us willing to break contact with the other and each of us okay with that silent agreement. He heels the door shut, guiding me slowly back with every step he takes.

Hands. Tracing the lines of my trembling body beneath the flimsy silk that’s suddenly much too much and in the way. Fingers. Desperately unzipping, unbuttoning, clawing their way to warm, wanton flesh. First his jacket, then his shirt, and God help me, he’s fucking ripped. His muscles are like a taut, heavenly landscape beneath my wandering hands. The feel of him like that, so close, wanting me so urgently, sends a warm pool of arousal to settle between my thighs.

He pulls away from me then, out of breath, and lifts my dress over my head in one sweeping motion. His storm-gray eyes drop to my chest and the primal hunger in them sets my skin ablaze. I’m really about to do this. I’m about to fuck a man I don’t know and the worst of it is… (the best of it?)... I so badly want to. Every part of my body is aching for him to have his way with me.

I clasp my hands around his neck, silently urging him to fuck the last remnants of my break-up right out of me. And judging by the smoldering look in this Greek god’s eyes, he’s more than up to the task.

Without a word, he lifts me into his strong arms so my legs are wrapped around his waist. Our bodies are so close now his hammering heart reverberates through my bones, and the distinct bulge of his desire brushes deliciously against my core. I bury my fingers in his short, black hair peppered with gray at the temples and press my lips against his warm, waiting mouth. The slightest rocking motion from my hips against his hard cock elicits a low groan from him. He deepens the kiss, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips as he leads me to the bed.

I stretch back on the sheets, giving him a prime view of my slender body, my round, full breasts. He stands back and lets his eyes devour me, feasting over every inch of my naked form. And then he follows, carefully lowering himself between my legs. I buck my hips, wanting to feel him, and he grinds maddeningly against my damp underwear, his rock-hard cock twitching with anticipation. He nips the soft flesh of my neck and I throw my head back, arching my back and fisting the sheets. Wanting so much more of him.

He lowers his head and trails wet kisses across my collarbone, over my chest, leaving white hot pools of heat in their wake. I suck in a sharp breath as he grazes my stiff nipple with his teeth, sucking and teasing as he palms my other breast.

My eyes squeeze shut, the sweet sensation of his attentive tongue sending fire blazing through my veins. It’s like my entire body is on fire under him, quivering with a need I’ve never felt before. I swear I’ll die if I don’t feel him inside me right away.

“Please.” The word flutters from my lips before I can even think it, and I rock my hips again.

This time I grab his bare ass and push down, emphasizing my need.

The stranger stops what he’s doing and looks up at me, a devilish grin curling the corners of his perfect mouth.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he says, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

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