Both my hands went out and touched the glass in front of me. I stared down at the people dancing below as Dean thrust a finger inside of me.

  “Soaked,” he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Ride my hand. Give me that sweet, hot pussy.”

  He was the only man who had ever said words like that to me. Hearing his voice say dirty things made me more desperate. I loved it. I shouldn’t have loved it. I should have been running from it. But it was Dean.

  My panties were jerked down my legs until I felt them at my ankles. Dean’s hands ran down the backs of my legs.

  “Step out of it, but don’t take off these heels,” he said.

  I lifted my left foot for him to pull it free, then my right. Turning my head to look back at him, kneeling down behind me with my panties in his hand, I watched him as he lifted them to his face and inhaled deeply. His eyes met mine, and I felt my entire body flush with heat. Not from embarrassment, but pure, sexual need.

  Dean stood up then and tucked my panties into his pocket before going to the button on his jeans. I watched, transfixed, as he unzipped them, then shoved them down his thighs along with his boxer briefs. The thick, hard shaft that sprang free didn’t frighten me. I licked my lips that were dry from my heavy breathing.

  “Later,” he said, smirking, then grabbed my hip with his right hand and pulled me back toward him.

  His gaze dropped to the space between my legs, and he ran the tip of his cock along the needy, now-swollen area. I shifted, opening my legs more, and leaned forward, pressing my palms against the glass.

  Then, with one rock of his hips, he was filling me.

  “Jesus,” he groaned.

  A cry of pleasure and pain came from my throat. It was a good pain. Being stretched to accommodate his size.

  “Fuuuuuck, that’s a tight pussy,” he said, moving back just until he was almost out of me before sinking back in with a hard thrust. “Fuck, Brielle,” he growled. “I knew this pussy would be good, but damn it, baby, this is …” He trailed off as he began pumping inside of me harder.

  I moaned and cried out his name, which made him grow wilder, more intense.

  “Hottest damn pussy I’ve ever had,” he said, slamming into me as my body climbed toward an orgasm I knew was going to bring me to my knees. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze that dick. Come all over it.”

  If he kept talking like that, I was going to any second. My hands fisted against the glass, and I cried out his name. My body began to shake, and then the building inside of me exploded as I jerked back against him several times. My knees buckled, and his arm wrapped around me while he thrust into me a few more times before pulling out.

  “FUCK!” he shouted, then moaned as warmth hit my lower back and bottom. “Shit,” he said, sounding as if he was struggling to breathe.

  I closed my eyes and rested my head against the glass. Nothing was going to be the same. Nothing.

  twenty-three

  dean

  I hadn’t even thought about a condom. I always used a condom. There was one in my wallet, but I hadn’t considered it. Nothing had mattered once I got a look at her bare ass, except being inside her. Now, as I looked down at my semen all over her gorgeous ass, I hoped she wasn’t mad because, damn, I had to do that again. And again.

  Her age no longer mattered. I didn’t care that she was a single mom. Hell, move Cam into my penthouse. I just wanted her in my bed. I had to fuck her again. If I fucked her enough, then I might be able to get her out of my head.

  She started to stand up, and I put my hand on her back.

  “Wait,” I said, keeping her there, then jerked my jeans back up before walking over to the bar to grab a hand towel.

  The view of her leaning against the glass with her legs spread and my cum all over her was the best damn porn I’d ever seen. Jesus, she was going to kill me, and I was going to enjoy every minute.

  I cleaned her up and then tugged that tight red dress back over her bare ass. I was keeping the panties. They’d smelled like her arousal, and I wasn’t willing to give them up. They were mine now.

  I dropped the towel to the chair beside me, then pulled her back against my chest and wrapped both my arms around her waist.

  “I’m clean,” I told her. “I never go unprotected, and I get checked yearly.”

  She nodded her head that rested against my shoulder. I could feel her heart still beating fast. “Me too,” she said, slightly breathless. “I’m clean, that is. I haven’t had sex in … a while, and I’ve been checked since then.”

  This wasn’t the conversation I wanted to be having with her after mind-blowing sex. I wanted to make her promise me things. Like how we would be doing this again tonight in my bed, my sauna, my Jacuzzi, the shower, those kinds of things. But I wanted her to know I cared. I wasn’t just throwing my bare dick around.

  “That’s not gonna be enough,” I told her. “You know that, right?”

  She stilled and then took a deep breath. “What do you mean?”

  “You just gave me something I’m gonna need more of,” I told her.

  She moved then and turned slightly so she could look up at me. “Sex?”

  “That wasn’t just sex,” I told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “That was superior fucking. Your pussy just might be addictive.”

  She laughed then, and her already-flushed cheeks got brighter.

  Brielle wasn’t just beautiful. She was stunning. The kind of beauty that made men weak. Controlled them. Yet she was twenty-eight and single. How the fuck was that? Why hadn’t a man gotten a taste of her and laid a claim?

  The door behind us opened, and I glanced back to see Jimmy walk inside.

  He grinned at me, then shook his head. “I came to get a drink. Didn’t know you’d brought in some company,” he said.

  Brielle broke free from my arms and spun around, straightening her dress. I saw the moment she remembered she no longer had on panties. Her eyes shot up to mine, then back to Jimmy. She blushed a deeper shade of pink, then smiled nervously.

  Jimmy was a beautiful man. He knew it, and he had used it to his advantage in life. Once, he’d been a server at the Kerrington Country Club when he was younger. Then, he got into a relationship with a wealthy, much older man. Although they never married, he bought Jimmy this club, which Jimmy renamed and turned into the hottest club on the Florida Panhandle. Five years ago, the man had died from a heart attack and left Jimmy everything.

  He was known as Uncle Jimmy to my grandkids, and he was a well-respected resident in Rosemary Beach. I, however, knew of his dark side. He enjoyed some hard-core stuff in his private suite he kept here. There were whips, chains, and other crazy shit he used with his willing boy toys. He’d said he wasn’t settling down again until he had to.

  “Brielle, this is Jimmy. Jimmy, this is Brielle,” I said.

  Jimmy winked at Brielle. “It’s okay, honey. Don’t look like you just got caught by your mama in the hayloft. He’s a hot piece of ass,” Jimmy told her.

  Brielle let out a startled laugh. Jimmy gave her his most charming smile.

  “Tell me it’s as good as I’ve fantasized about,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

  “Easy,” I warned him.

  He looked at me, then shrugged. “Fine. Take away my fun.”

  “You have plenty of fun,” I drawled. “Thanks for letting us … visit,” I said, reaching out to take Brielle’s hand. “But it’s time to go.”

  Jimmy gave me a sly, knowing grin. “Uh-huh,” he said. “I see.”

  I picked up my jacket and slid it back on but left my jeans undone. I pulled Brielle closer to my side, sliding a hand around her waist.

  “It was nice to meet you, Brielle. I hope to see you again,” Jimmy called as he walked over to a chair and sank down into it, then crossed his legs.

  “You too,” she replied.

  “Later,” I said, lifting a hand as we walked toward the door.

  I wanted to get Brielle out of here and back to my penthouse. Tomorrow would come too soon, and I had to see if I could fuck her out of my system tonight. After what I’d just gotten a taste of in that room, I doubted a month with her locked in my bedroom would be long enough.

  “He’s nice,” she said simply as we walked down the stairs toward the employee entrance.

  “Yeah,” I agreed, not wanting to talk about Jimmy. I had other things I wanted to talk about. Most of which were descriptive things I wanted to do with her.

  “I need to tell Clara I’m leaving or where I’ve been,” she said, pausing, as if just now remembering her friend was here.

  “She knows,” I told her.

  Brielle stopped walking and looked up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. “How?”

  “On my way to get you from the restroom line, I sent one of the servers to tell her you were with me,” I explained.

  A frown formed between her eyebrows. “You told her before you found me?”

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “You assumed I would go with you?”

  I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I didn’t assume anything. I knew,” I whispered near her ear. “You ever ridden a motorcycle?” I asked her then.

  She stiffened, then shook her head.

  I moved her toward the exit while she was processing that question and what it meant. We reached my Harley, and I took my helmet and placed it on her head. I’d rather protect her than myself.

  “I don’t think this is safe,” she said, looking up at me.

  “You’re safe with me, I swear,” I assured her while zipping my jeans up. I climbed on the bike and held my hand out to her. “Come on. Open those gorgeous thighs and wrap them around me.”

  She swallowed nervously, then placed her hand in mine and pulled up her dress so she could open her legs. I heard her gasp and realized her bare pussy was pressed against my jeans. This time, it was me who was swallowing hard.

  I looked back at her and grinned. “I’m about to make that pussy wet again.”

  Her eyes widened as I started the engine, then ran my hand up her bare thigh. This was going to be foreplay I hadn’t intended. I’d end up fucking her in the damn garage before I could get her to my bed.

  Moving both my hands to the bars, I tried to focus on driving and not the fact that she was straddling me with no panties on. It was impossible not to think about.

  twenty-four

  brielle

  When Dean pulled into a garage hidden under the apartment complex, I was so close to an orgasm that my heart was pounding against my chest and my breathing was hard and fast. One more second on that thing with its vibration while I was pressed against Dean’s ass, and I’d have reached my climax.

  Dean held out his hand for me to take and climb off, but I wasn’t sure I could move just yet. Being so close to coming and then it not happening had me slightly off-kilter. I took his hand but didn’t move. He looked at me, and then it was him who moved. He was off the bike, and then he was picking me up and pulling me from the machine.

  He didn’t stand me up though. He sat me on the bike, facing him, took off my helmet, and tossed it aside. Then, he spread my legs open before stepping between them. It was barely lit down here, and the shadows over his face made it hard for me to see his expression.

  His hand slid between my legs, and he ran his fingertips along my overly aroused area.

  “AH!” I cried out, shutting my eyes tightly. It wouldn’t take much, and I’d be there.

  “Naughty girl,” he said in a husky whisper. “Were you about to come on my bike?” he asked, shoving a finger inside me.

  I could barely breathe. I was gasping, and I grabbed his arms to steady myself.

  “If you’re gonna come on my bike, it’s gonna be with me. Not all by yourself,” he said, and then I heard the zipper of his jeans and wanted to whimper in relief. “Open wider for me,” he ordered.

  Then, his hand was gone, and I felt his thick warmth pressing at my opening.

  I did as he’d said, and our bodies slapped against each other, echoing in the garage as he sank deep inside me.

  “YES!” I cried out loudly, loving how good it felt. Having him fill me with the smell of his leather jacket as it pressed against me.

  “You got your wetness all over my seat,” he said, pounding into me fast and hard. “Such a bad girl. Your naked little ass on my bike.”

  I held on to him and tilted my head back to look up at him in the darkness. He pulled my dress up more until my stomach was bare, and he ran his hand over me.

  “I was gonna fuck you naked. In my bed. So I could see you,” he said with a growl at the end. “But I can’t even get there without needing you again.”

  I lifted my knees slightly, trying to get him even closer, and it made him shout a curse. It had caused him to sink deeper. My head fell back, and I heard myself plead with him. I was begging him to fuck me harder. I was saying things that didn’t sound like me at all. Every time I said something, it made him handle me rougher and more out of control.

  “Come for me, baby.” It was a demand, and my body responded as I screamed out his name.

  I began to jerk against him as each wave of pleasure rushed through me.

  “FUCK! ARRRRRR!” he roared, and he jerked back from me. Holding my arm to keep me from falling as his other hand grabbed his cock, he shot out his release down my thigh and onto the ground below.

  All that could be heard was our gasping for breath. I was thankful for the darkness. It gave me a moment to collect myself. To process what we’d just done. Again.

  Several moments went by before Dean moved. He wiped his hand on his jeans, then tugged them up with one hand while still holding me with his other. He didn’t bother with buttoning them. Instead, he reached for me and picked me up from the bike, then stood me in front of him while he pulled my dress back down.

  “Thank you,” he said, surprising me.

  I looked up at him, confused.

  “That was a fantasy I hadn’t known I had,” he replied.

  A small laugh bubbled out of me then, and even in the darkness, I could see him smirk.

  “Let’s see if I can get you to my apartment without fucking you in the elevator,” he replied with an amused tone.

  I wasn’t sure I’d mind. I’d never had sex in an elevator, but then again, I’d never had it in a club or on a motorcycle before either. Tonight was a night of many firsts. In the back of my head, I knew I might regret this all tomorrow, but tonight, I wasn’t going to let that ruin the moment. Even if this was a moment that should have never happened. Many moments that I should have stopped.

  Dean’s hand slid to my lower back, and he led me toward an elevator. This wouldn’t go to the rest of the building. It was on the wrong side for starters. This was his private way to enter and leave his penthouse. No one would catch us if we did have sex in the elevator.

  When the thought made me tingle between my thighs, I worried about my sudden behavior. I had just had sex with the man. My orgasm had been incredible. I should have been exhausted.

  “What are you thinking?” Dean asked me as the elevator doors opened, and the light made his features clear for the first time since we had arrived.

  I shook my head. “Nothing.”

  “Liar,” he said, pressing his fingers into my back as we moved into the elevator.

  I didn’t argue with him because he was right. I was a liar. In more ways than one. Even if it had never been intentional.

  The doors closed, and Dean turned me around to face the wall. The excitement that I was about to get what I’d been hoping for caused my heart rate to speed up again. Then, the zipper on my dress slid down. Dean reached around me to tug the front down over my breasts, and then he tugged it down again until it fell to the floor, pooling at my feet.

  I was completely naked. I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling vulnerable. There was nothing covering me. I was bare to him under the unattractive, bright lights of the elevator.

  He ran a hand down my side slowly, just as the elevator doors opened. His right hand slid over my stomach and lay flat on it as he leaned closer to me and took a deep breath.

  “I can fuck you right here, or we can go inside. To my bed.”

  “Your bed,” I replied.

  My elevator fantasy could wait. Being in his bed was something I wanted more.

  “Fuck,” he muttered.

  Then, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the elevator, through the door leading into his penthouse, and without stopping, he led me back down a hallway and through double doors that were painted navy blue.

  I didn’t get much of a chance to take in the massive bedroom. The king-size bed that sat in the center of the room was unmade and had black satin sheets. That was the only thing I noticed before Dean turned me to face him, then grabbed a handful of my hair before covering my mouth with his. I matched the hunger I felt in his actions with the same desire pulsing through me.

  The kiss went from excited to wild as he bit my bottom lip, then sucked my tongue into his mouth. He cursed as he tore his mouth from mine and stared down at me. He said nothing, and we stood there like that for several moments before he stepped back and jerked his leather jacket off, tossing it to the floor, then slipping his boots off and stripping his jeans down. Never once breaking our eye contact.

  “Get on my bed,” he said.

  I backed up and sat down on the end of it, then slid back.

  “All the way. Lie down. I want to see you on my sheets, naked. I’ve jerked off, thinking about it enough. I need to see the real thing. Because not one of my fucking fantasies measured up to the reality.” His eyes dropped to my breasts. “Those tits. Jesus, Brielle.”

  The gleam of appreciation and want in his eyes made any worries I had about my body evaporate. He liked what he saw. He didn’t seem to notice my flaws. I scooted back, then lay back slowly on the cool sheets.